If Dreams Were Reality (Jenna Ortega Imagines)

SAG awards *

"I'm here!" You announce as you enter the kitchen. Quite a few people are going from place to place around you.

"Thank goodness you came!" Y/f/n exclaims in relief.

"I'm down a girl tonight... So- Where's your blazer?" She eyes you.

"I forgot it in the car." You shrug. To be honest you aren't in the mood to wear it. "Is it very important?"

Your friend sighs heavily, "No time for that."

"Okay, what do I start with?"

Y/f/n works as a caterer. This is her first major event. You couldn't allow her to fail.

"Hand these out." You rush to her side to grab a tray filled with bowls. Curious to see, you look what's in them but she answers you before you do.

"Grapefruit salad."

"Grapefruit salad?" You scrunch your nose. "I'm glad I'm not eating here tonight."

"Just get to work y/n." She orders before getting back to preparing the food.

You ready yourself to walk through the door and when you do, you instantly turn back around. Your stomach in a knot.

"Why'd you stop?" Your friend asks slightly irritated.

"I just forgot how many famous people there are here tonight." You whisper, eyes wide. Your palms feeling sweaty underneath the tray.

"Now's not the time to fangirl, please just keep your cool. Remain professional. If it helps, pretend they're rude customers at a restaurant."

"I'll try." You try to regain your posture before trying a second time. You take a deep breath.

The hall is a little darker than you thought it would be. Murmuring of voices and flashes of light are the only things you notice. Your eyes try to keep focus on the job at hand, but there are so many faces you've only seen on TV. Never in real life. Everything was drawing your attention even the decor.

Just as you arrive at a table, a coldness clings to your side, causing you to gasp and freeze. A faint "Shit" comes from next to you. And a few gasps sounds from the table.

Your eyes fall to the stain of liquid on your white shirt, dripping down to your shoes.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" The female voice asks.

You look up instantly meeting the worried eyes of Jenna Ortega herself. You are slightly taken aback, but realize quickly you have to respond.

"It's, it's alright. I'll get it." You say placing the tray of food on the table, before grabbing a napkin to wipe away the excess, as well as the floor.

"What is going on here?" The coordinator demands.

"It's an accident, I'm sorry." You say without hesitation.

"Unprofessional... get it cleaned up." She orders in a lowered tone before walking away to check on the other tables.

"Leave it," Jenna says quickly, "I'm sure your colleagues will get it. Here let's go to the ladies."

"No, Miss Ortega it's quite-"

"No excuses, let's go." She pulls you by the arm in the direction of the bathrooms.

You walk over to the sink next to Jenna. Finally you had a better look at her. Her hair shorter than you last saw her. Her freckles more visible in the light.

"Hand over you shirt." Say says grabbing some paper towels from the dispenser.

"You didn't have to do all this for me, Miss Ortega." You say nervously as you unbutton you shirt.

"Ew, no please." She lifts her hand to interrupt you. "Just Jenna. I'm way too young to be addressed as such."

"Okay," you smile slightly. "Jenna." You hand her the shirt and you're left in a short sleeve vest.

"I admit I can be a little clumsy at times especially at events like these." She places a paper towel inside the shirt, behind the stain and one on top of it.

"...And it's my way of an apology, it's a shitty one I know. I'm sorry, I didn't even ask your name."

"Y/n and no need. You're forgiven." You smile slightly before drying your vest under the hand dryer. "I should've watched where I was going too. First time here."

"Well good luck for the rest of the evening." Jenna chuckles. "There's a lot to look at. I'd prefer you focus on what you were told to do and not get into anymore trouble." She smiles broadly. 'Thanks for taking the blame as well, you didn't need to."

You nod with a smile allowing her to continue helping.

"Sorry for my question... but what did you mean earlier by 'events like these'?" You ask Jenna.

"Well," She looks to you with a smirk. "I'm normally behind the camera. Scripts memorised and position placed."

She continues to concentrate on your shirt. "Here, you could have a live interview at any moment. And the questions they think of...oof." She shuts her eyes in discomfort. "...can make anyone nervous."

"I can only imagine." You touch your vest to feel it has dried. "But I think you do them quite well. I'm sure with time you'll be even better."

"If I'm around in the industry for that long." Jenna says throwing the damp papers away and replaced them with new ones.

"How could you doubt your talent?" You dared to ask. "A girl that worked her way up into the industry and now the main character in one of Netflix's top series." You allow a smile to shine through. "I don't think you'll have to worry too much. You're brilliant."

"Thanks..." Jenna tries to hide a smile, but you catch it. "I guess."

"I see you don't like compliments very much."

"It's a little weird for me. But I do appreciate that." She meets your eyes and you can't help but find this exchange a bit amusing and lovely.

"Sorry I'm talking too much. Shouldn't you be out there." You put towards the door.

"Shit, I'm presenting an award soon." Her eyes widen and she throws away the paper towels. "I hope you'll be alright with the shirt. Just blow it under the hand dryer for a few minutes it should be decent enough." She says handing it back to you.

"I'll manage." You say analysing the faint stain. "You know what, it's kinda a little ruined, why don't you just give me your autograph on the stain? Maybe I can sell it."

She smirks. "You have a pen?"

"Let me check..." You scratch in your pockets. "Yep here you are are." You hand it to her outstretched hand and she immediately starts to write. She writes more than you thought she would.

"Done. Now I really gotta go." She hands the pen and shirt back to you before opening the door. She turns her head to face you. "Nice meeting you, y/n."

"Likewise. You're gonna be great."

She closes the door with a bright smile leaving you with one yourself. Eager to see what she wrote, you opened the shirt to the pen markings.

She definitely gave you her autograph, but there's more beneath it.

"PS. give me a follow on insta + send me a pic of this note - I'll know it's u. But if u want to sell the shirt that's cool too. X"

"This girl..." You shake your head laughing. You were never planning on selling the shirt and with this you might even frame it.

Author's Note:

In honour of Jenna winning an award at the MTV Movies & TV Awards here's a imagine for you guys!

Do hope you enjoyed!

Remember to vote and comment on the When Strangers Meet imagine if you'd like a part 2. ;⁠-⁠)