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13

The next morning, Tatum gets ready for another day of work, although today she will accompanying Jenna to an interview for Scream VI. Tonight will also be the night of Tatum's first date ever.

"So, what do you have planned for tonight?" Tatum asks in the car. Jenna drives today because she likes driving. Jenna looks over at Tatum with a smile.

"It's supposed to be a surprise..." she scolds playfully, "But I'll tell you if you really wanna know."

Tatum tilts her head to the side and Jenna internally screams at how cute she is, "Please?"

Jenna sighs with a grin, "We're going to the beach."

"The beach?" she asks with wide eyes. Jenna smiles and nods.

"A private beach. We'll have dinner and watch the sunset together," Jenna explains further. Tatum finds her stomach flipping at the romantic-ness of it all. She's never been on a date before and this one already seems like going to be a good one.

"Okay," Tatum smiles.

"It will be fun, I promise," she assures the girl. They arrive at the filming studio, "Did Sadie give you glasses?"

Tatum nods and pulls them out of her crossbody bag. She puts them on and Jenna smiles. Tatum is already cute, but she looks even more adorable with the big sunglasses that not only cover her eyes but her eyebrows as well.

"I'm going to put my headphones on, but not because I'm ignoring you, I just get overstimulated," Jenna explains. She pulls out big over-the-ear headphones and Tatum nods.

When they get out of the car, Tatum expects Jenna to grab her arm like Sadie did, but she doesn't. Jenna just walks by her side with her bag. The other day, Sadie and Tatum were able to avoid paparazzi, but today Jenna and Tatum aren't so lucky.

Tatum has learned about this at the Academy in one of her specialized classes for working with celebrities. They are trained to lead the way, clearing a path for their boss. They are to make sure the celebrity isn't hurt by crazy fans or paparazzi. Her lessons are going to put to the test now.

"Jenna! Jenna! Over here!"

"Jenna, can I get a quick picture?"

Cameras flash and fans shove items toward Jenna. Tatum quickly steps in front of Jenna and politely moves them away.

"Please give her some space," Tatum says, "Please move."

She makes quick work through the crowd and doesn't even realize that Jenna has a hold of her other hand, keeping them together. One of the security guards holds the door to the building open and Tatum quickly makes her way through.

Once inside, Jenna releases Tatum's hand and takes off her headphones.

"That was really good. When did you learn to do that?" Jenna asks Tatum.

"The Academy has a specialized class for those who work with celebrities," she answers.

"Oh, yeah! I should've known that," Jenna chuckles. She then leads the way over to her dressing room. Tatum follows.

"Who's this? This is a closed set, you know?" One of the hair and makeup ladies says.

"Hey, calm down. She works for me," Jenna immediately defends Tatum, "She's my new assistant, Tatum."

"Oh, my apologies. I didn't see your badge," she answers, "Should we get started?"

"Yes," Jenna takes a seat in front of a vanity, where a team of people begin to get her ready. Tatum sits behind Jenna while she is getting ready, but Jenna looks at Tatum through the vanity mirror. Her dark eyes pull Tatum into a trance, one that she can't get herself out of until one of the team members stands in the way of the mirror, "Tatum, can you grab me one of those bottles of water, please?"

"Yeah, of course," the brunette gets up and grabs one of the complimentary waters on the table next to the snacks. Celebrities always have water and snacks available to them. She walks over and gives it to Jenna, who wraps her hand around the water and Tatum's on purpose.

"Whoops," she innocently says. Tatum's stomach turns and her face turns red. Jenna watches through the mirror as Tatum sits back down and tries to control her quickening heart rate.

The interview doesn't take very long. Getting ready and dressed for it definitely took longer, but Tatum wasn't complaining. Every time Jenna would answer a question, her eyes would glance over to Tatum, no matter what kind of question it was.

"Ready to go?" Jenna asks when she is finished changing. The girl nods and puts her glasses back on. Jenna does the same, adding her headphones on top and grabbing Tatum's hand as she leads. There are still people waiting outside of the building, even though it's been three hours.

"Excuse us," Tatum says, "Coming through."

"Jenna! Jenna!" people continuously shout. She looks down, focusing on Tatum's hand that holds hers. She knows it's risky holding hands with Tatum in public, but she could care less about what the paparazzi will have to say. Right now she's just focusing on not having a panic attack.

It doesn't work because of the continuous flashing of lights and people shouting. Not to mention the closeness of everyone. She drops Tatum's hand and the girl immediately notices.

"Jenna? Are you alright?" she asks although Jenna cannot hear her over her music playing and the people shouting. Jenna just looks around with her pupils dilating in the process, "Oh, fuck. Move it! Out of the way!"

Tatum grabs Jenna's hand again and leads her to the car quickly. She opens the passenger door and guides Jenna in, knowing that she would not be in any condition to drive. Tatum buckles her and shuts the door before scrambling around to the other side.

When she enters, she quickly starts the car, thanks to Jenna's car having a start button instead of key hole, and drives away. Jenna doesn't say anything. She just stares straight ahead, mind empty. Tatum glances over at her, again and again, worried that she's not said anything.

She pulls out her phone and calls Mikey.

"Hey, love, what's up?" she answers.

"I think Jenna's having a panic attack. Or anxiety? She's having something," Tatum says as she looks over at her. The girl's headphones still sit on her ears, blasting music so loud that Tatum can hear it, "Fuck, I should take the headphones off. One second."

Tatum sets her phone down on her thigh. She reaches over with her right hand to pull the headphones off of Jenna's ears. When she does, Jenna finally snaps back to reality and gasps.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't want your hearing to be damaged," Tatum says, "Do you wanna talk to Mikey?"

"I... where are we going?" Jenna asks.

"Home."

"But... our date?"

"Why don't we have a date at home? Or we can reschedule. I don't think you're in the right mindset to go to the beach," Tatum explains. Mikey says something but the phone isn't loud enough. She picks it up, "Sorry, can you say that again?"

"Tell Jenna you guys can have the living room for date night. We'll hang out downstairs," Mikey suggests.

"Mikey says we can use the living room for date night. We can do that instead, if you want?" Tatum repeats. Jenna looks down at her hands that fidget in her lap.

"You're not upset that we aren't going to the beach?" she asks quietly.

"Of course not," the brunette answers without hesitation, "We can still go too. Another time, when you aren't stressed, okay?"

Jenna nods silently. Tatum brings the phone back to her ear, "Okay, that works. We'll be there in five."

"Alright, bye."