Jenna Ortega Imagines

The Met Gala

BACKGROUND INFO: The cast of scream 6 signed a contract that no romantic relationships would be pursued during the filming of the movie. You and Jenna fell in love during filming and had been keeping it a secret or you both would be sued. The film has been released and the contract is finally over. You both attend the Met Gala separately in order to protect your private relationship.

Y/n Pov-
You were waiting in line to enter the Met carpet as fans screamed hysterically at you from across the street. You smiled brightly at your fans before sending them a flattering wave. The line seemed to move fast. Soon you found yourself next in line.

"Okay, you're on." A blonde woman directed you onto the carpet.

This wasn't your first Met Gala and certainly not your last, with your increasing popularity in the fame world.

You walked over to the camera's, posing and staring at them with goddess eyes. Strangers yelled your name, attempting to claim your attention. You looked around at the flashing lights once more, before climbing the stairs a little further.

Your dress/suit already had many amazing reviews on social media and you were being admired by almost all celebrities on the carpet.

"Y/n!" you heard a familiar voice call.

You whipped your head around to find the glorious Billie Eilish and her brother Finneas. Billie and you had grown close very quickly over the years and your bond was unbreakable.

"Oh my god! You both look stunning," You placed a hand on both siblings, admiring their outfits. You gave them both a hug before Billie grabbed you and forced you to pose for an unexpected amount of flashing cameras.

"Y/n!" a voice called you that caught your attention. It was an interviewer waving you over. You decided to listen and you made your way halfway up the stairs to meet the interviewer.

You introduced yourself and started answering questions as more celebrities made their way in the Met.

"So who are you wearing?" The male interviewer asked, holding the mic below your mouth.

"I'm wearing Marc Jacobs. I believe he has someone who has come on his behalf with Paris Hilton I think. I was running slightly late," you laughed.

"Well you look lovely, social media has blown up with how incredible you look tonight," The interviewer complimented you.

"Why, thank you" You laughed, flicking your hair in a sarcastic way.

"Why is there no one special here with you?" The interviewer asked, waving the mic at you again.

With those words, you thought about Jenna. She should be here any minute. You would do anything to have attended the Met Gala side by side. To showcase her to the world.

"Well, I have been working on myself recently. Relationships haven't really been a priority for me at this moment in time. If the right person comes into my life then, Yeah definitely I will give it a shot..." You lied. You hoped being an actor would help you sell this lie.

"That's very mature of you, Y/n. I think we have to move on right now but we hope to see you later tonight. Don't have too much fine in there!" The interview concluded as you thanked him and left to take more pictures near the top section of the carpet.

You stood close to the top with your back turned to the paparazzi with your head flicked back looking at them. As the cameras flashed and the crowd called for you, you couldn't help but hear the name you had waited for be called from the bottom of the carpet. Your head whipped around, scanning the bottom of the stairs.