jenna ortega imagines

Dress (JO)

based on 'dress' by taylor
(also y/n/n is nickname btw💕)

jenna's pov

i sigh softly as i slump against my couch, staring ahead as my mind races. 'does she like me back...? or is she just being friendly?' god why the hell do i have to be this way? why can't i just like someone i have a chance with...and not...her.

i groan and press my hands to my eyes, watching as the bright colors dance around my closed eyelids from the pressure, i sigh and sink into the couch more, peeling my hands off my eyes and staring blankly at the wall. thoughts of her running through my head, but then again, when are they not?

god...her lips, her beautiful skin...somehow always flawless, her gorgeous hair, her perfect eyes. stop it dumbass, you're so desperate it hurts. i frown at my own thoughts and sigh, rolling over and burying my face in the couch in attempt to silence my racing thoughts.

"jenna?" my eyes snap open and i sit up- well...more like attempt to push myself up into a lying position, blushing as i see y/n standing there with a raised eyebrow. "um...h-hi y/n/n...i-" i frantically search for what to say and still look attractive, but soon i realize that there's no point in trying to look hot while im stumbling over my words.

god...you fucking idiot, can't do one thing right. i close my eyes and sigh, feeling embarrassed and pissed at myself for screwing up yet again, but i feel my cheeks heat up as i hear y/ns soft giggle, picturing the look of amusement on her face that she always wears when she's laughing like that, that soft smile that reaches her eyes...i'm not sure if i've seen anything more beautiful.

i open my eyes shyly, looking at her and seeing the exact expression i pictured, spot on. "who's got you stuttering like that, huh?" she says teasingly, making me even more flustered.
"no one! no...um" i avoid her eyes, looking away...god i'm so embarrassing. it better be me. "what?!" i say, eyes shooting open. half expecting her to look at me weird, having imagined it...but instead she says "you heard me" i blush, mouth agape in shock...am i dreaming right now...?

"you- i..wh-" before i can stutter one more time she pulls me up into a sitting position, pressing her lips against mine in a gentle but firm kiss that makes my knees weak. god what i imagined is finally happening...i sigh and melt into the kiss, letting my hands tangle in her hair as i kiss her as if it'll be our last...but if things go my way it definitely won't.

i hear her gasp as she finally pulls away, eyes soft with pure love and affection. something i've always imagined. i smile shyly, blushing as she reaches up to take my hand, interlocking our fingers, slipping into place as if they were made to hold each other, like missing puzzle pieces reunited. i smile at that thought, liking the idea of being her missing piece.

"jen...how long?" i don't need to ask what she means, i know. how long have i liked her?..."how long have i known you?" i whisper, blushing as i meet her eyes. i see her soften, seeming touched by my words. "well...i've been waiting" i hear her whisper, and i smile shyly. "well...i'm all yours now"