jenna ortega imagines

Forever and always(JO)

Jenna's pov

I sat at my desk, my head in my hands as I stare at my phone sleepily. I was texting my manager about an upcoming interview and which projects I would be working on. I groan as I add yet another meeting to my overflowing schedule. "God..." I whisper, mind blank as I make reminders and add endless events to the calendar.

Suddenly something on the calendar caught my eye, Friday...I stared at it before scrawling something over it, the word on the calendar not registering in my overpacked brain, I only saw it as something to reschedule...whatever it was.

I sigh and glance at my phone before finally finishing the task of adding things to my schedule, at least for now. Silently cursing my fame as an actress.
I sigh as I stare into the mirror, the bags under my eyes showing from nights of no sleep, staying up all night to be on meetings and schedule interviews.

I continued my nightly routine of working, ignoring sleep, ignoring eating...and ignoring the most important thing in my life, ignoring my girlfriend.

Y/ns pov

I sat in my bed, staring at the wall as I wiped the tears off my face. Glancing at the clock, '3:23'. I sighed as my gaze drifted to the guest bedroom, the room jenna used to go to if she needed to call her manager. Now it seemed that's all she does...all she'll ever do. No- no...that can't be it, shes just busy. That's all. I thought, trying to convince myself she didn't forget.

I think back to that day, the day Jenna promised she'd always put me first. I was always more important than work...now I wasn't so sure if she could keep it.

Jenna's pov

I frown as I answer a call from my manager, rubbing my forehead as another headache pounds in my head. Reminding me to sleep, but yet again I ignore it. I can sleep later...when was later? I have no idea. I continue talking with my manager. "Mhm...yup- I can do that...Friday? Um...yeah I think so-" I say.

Friday? What is Friday...? It's something important...I always celebrate it, right? I bite my lip as I think. "Huh? Oh- yeah...I'm free Friday..."
Whatever it was...work comes first.

God...what is Friday? I think, the thought not leaving my brain as i mindlessly scroll on my phone to plan a trip for filming. Its something important right? I always celebrate it...every year. It's not a holiday is it? There's no holidays on Friday. I think to myself, thinking deeply as I pause my scrolling. I shrugged it off and continued working, the thought planted in my mind.

Y/ns pov

I stay in bed silently, staring at the ceiling as I thought about Jenna. Why would she just push me away? She's never done this, it doesn't matter if work is busy or not. I always help her...what changed?

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
"Promise me Jenna, promise me you won't forget about me?"
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Jenna's pov

I glanced at my phone as I got a text from y/n. "We need to talk" is all it said, i sigh and reply, "now's not a good time." I frown as I think of y/n, pushing back a feeling of guilt and sadness deep into my mind as I avoid it. Avoid her.

I can't focus on that now, I have to work...right? Work comes first...work's more important.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
"I promise y/n...I'll never forget you, I'll never forget us"
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Y/ns pov

"When is?" I ask myself, staring at the door Jenna hadn't touched in months. Maybe...maybe she's moved on? No- she can't have...she promised me. She promised me.

I looked at the bag in the corner, the bag I had packed a few weeks ago. Just in case my biggest fear happened, just in case Jenna's moved on. Just in case I had to leave, leave Jenna behind...forget about her just like she's forgotten about me.

Jenna's pov

I turn off my phone and walk to y/ns room...our room? Is it our room still? I have an irritated expression on my face as I knock on the door.
Y/n opens it as I notice her bloodshot eyes, a flash of worry appears on my face before I replace it with a look of irritation once more.

"What?" I ask blankly. "What? What do mean what Jenna?! You know what..." she shouts, making me flinch slightly. She's mad...she's mad.
"I- I don't-" "do you even know what day it is next week?!?" My eyes flit to the ground as I think about it...our anniversary.

Oh shit. I look up horrified, seeing y/ns angered expression as she sees the obvious guilty look on my face. "I- I don't know why I didn't remember...I've just been so focused on work that I- I just..." I trail off. Just what? Just avoided your girlfriend and neglected her when she tried to help you? Tears sprang to my eyes as the thought crossed my mind.

I stared at y/n as she slammed the door, I looked at the door as a tear fell down my face. Why? Why would I do this to myself? Why would I do this to her? I think to myself as I rest my forehead against the door. Please forgive me. I think to myself as I walk back to the guest bedroom.

It's no use starting another fight over this...we'll solve it tomorrow. Once I get some sleep and give her space...she'll want to talk, right?

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Oh- dammit! I thought as I shot out of bed. God...I have to talk to her, now. I rushed out of bed and opened the door, making my way to y/ns room. "Y/n...? Are- are you ready to talk...?" I ask softly though the door. Silence. I was met with silence.

I sigh and creak the door open. "Come on y/n, I know you're mad but-" I freeze. I glance at the bed...the empty bed. "Y/n?" I say, my voice wavering. Oh god...where is she? Where's y/n?!?

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
"I promise y/n, I'll always put you first."
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒