A series of one-shots involving the characters played by Jenna Ortega.
Tara, Vada, Lorraine, Mabel, Cairo, Astrid, Wednesday and Jenna Ortega herself.
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STOP!
I stepped away from Jenna and averted my gaze towards the floor, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart that had escalated dramatically.
"Great job, girls, you were perfect" the director said with a hint of pride.
I managed a timid smile and bit my lower lip, still feeling the warmth of Jenna's arms around my neck. It had been an intense moment, almost improvised, but the way we had reacted seemed to have added a touch of authenticity to the scene.
We had just finished filming the final scene of "Wednesday." Jenna's character, Wednesday, was supposed to reciprocate the embrace of my character, prolonging it for a few seconds after seeing my worried expression. It was a scene filled with emotions, but now it seemed like those emotions were spreading behind the scenes as well.
With a furtive glance, I looked at Jenna, feeling myself blush as I noticed her brown eyes shifting to meet mine, returning the gaze.
"You were perfect" Jenna said with a sweet smile, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. I shivered under her touch and blushed even more when I realized that Jenna hadn't moved away yet.
"Um... thanks" I murmured softly, and Jenna continued to smile warmly at me.
We hadn't broken our visual connection.
"Um... I'll go change now" Jenna cleared her throat and timidly moved away from me, removing the wig that characterized the braids of her character.
My eyes followed Jenna attentively as she walked towards her dressing room.
"Fuck, that was really embarrassing" I turned towards the sound of the voice and saw that it belonged to Emma.
Emma approached with an expression of understanding mixed with a hint of concern. "You know... maybe it's time to confront what you feel for Jenna" she said, crossing her arms. "I've noticed the glances you exchange, the tension in the air when you're close. Don't you think it's better to be honest with yourself and with her?"
My expression grew more serious as I watched Jenna disappear behind the dressing room door. "I know, Emma, but I'm scared" I confessed in a low voice. "Our friendship means everything to me. I'm afraid that if I tell her my feelings, things will change. And what if I ruin everything?"
Emma sighed lightly. "I understand your fear, truly. But consider this: you don't know how Jenna might react. Maybe she feels the same, or maybe not. But if you never try, you'll always be stuck in this 'what if' loop."
The fear overcame me, and I shook my head, looking at Emma with anger. "You don't understand, Emma. You can't understand how hard it is. What if she distances herself from me?"
Emma looked at me kindly, ignoring my frustrated expression. "Y/n, I understand that it's scary. But if you don't try, you'll remain stuck in this emotional limbo. Yes, there's a risk of losing her as a friend, but there's also the possibility of gaining something deeper."
