𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 - 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

groupie love pt. 2 (j.o)

warnings:
smut bc I need to make up for the incredibly cringy and shitty ones I made earlier!

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I waited patiently for the brunette. I spent practically the entire day working my ass off to clean the house spotless, since well... let's say that hurricane Katrina had a baby with a tornado, and ended up targeting my house's interior.

What I found rewarding was sitting on the couch and just simply waiting upon her arrival. My legs were practically out of battery since I don't always clean for nine hours straight.

My doorbell rings, alerting my home system, and a notification popping up on my phone. I press the banner, it leading me to the Ring app. The live video camera appeared of my front door, it showing Jenna waiting for me, rather eagerly.

She had a small black purse that was worn as a cross-body, the chain crossing over her chest and the actual purse resting along her hip.

I leave my phone along the table, facing the screen up towards the ceiling. I lift myself off the couch, and head to the door.

I stop at the door where Jenna awaits at the other end. I exhale, straightening up my cropped tee to make sure there's no random wrinkles.

I twist the door knob open, revealing Jenna who was widely smiling at me. The smile was obviously contagious. "Hey, again," I chuckle awkwardly. "Come on in!" She walks in, walking past me as I shut the door behind us.

"Nice place, y/n. Love the decor." She says, skimming her fingers against the walls and looking up to the paintings hung upon the walls.

"Thanks," I blush. "Uh, do you want anything to drink?" I ask politely, heading over to the kitchen with her following along.

She pulls a bar stool out and takes a seat, placing her purse along the marble countertop. The gold chain hanging off of the edge.

"I'll take some Rosé please," I grab a tall wine glass and pour her some of the pink alcoholic beverage, a little less than half a glass. I pass the drink over to her, then pouring myself one as well. "Thank you." She smiles as she presses her lips to the glass, taking a small sip.

I take a drink from my glass as well, setting it back down carefully. "So, where's the script?" I ask to fill the silence.

"Mm! forgot them in the car," she sets her glass on the counter. "Be right back."

•••

"Vada, you know this is wrong," I recite my line that was typed out on paper. The fallout. Jenna had talken to a few of the crew members to get me into the film a few months before filming begins.

I'm supposed to play a super protective friend who's constantly worried about this girl who's not doing so well after a shooting. She ends up getting into drugs, which obviously sucks for a teenager. Things get interesting as one night, both girls high off their rockers end up... kissing.

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(Nobody's POV)

The girls have been practicing for two weeks now, memorizing their lines over video calls. Jenna had invited Y/N over to practice together instead of virtually. To at least know what to do when they begin filming.