If Dreams Were Reality (Jenna Ortega Imagines)

not the best time ×

You open the front door. Jenna is standing there with a big smile on her face and yet you can't reciprocate it.
It's a relief to see her, but you're almost numb or just feeling everything all at once.

"Y/n," her eyebrows frown. "What's wrong?"

Jenna asked to come over since she hadn't seen you in a while. But now was not the best time.

"Work. That's what's wrong." You feel the tears sting your eyes. You try to speak but it comes out as a cracked whisper. "I hate that place."

Jenna takes you by the hand and you follow. Your don't even feel like you're in control of your body. You feel like a zombie.

She walks you to the bathroom and runs a bath. She gestures for you to sit on the lid of the toilet seat while she's busy.
The steam slowly heats up the room. You're craving to climb in, to feel the warmth tinkling your skin.

Jenna looks through the cabinets until she finds what she's looking for.
She pours the white liquid into the bath, causing bubbles to form. The baby powder-like fragrance making you want to jump in even more.

She walks out of the bathroom and takes a while to come back. This time she has your lounge wear in hand.
She turns off the tap and runs her hand through the water.

"Okay, you can get in." She says drying her hand. "I'll make you some tea."
Jenna closes the door and allows you to undress and climb slowly into the steaming bath.

You close your eyes allowing the water to heat up your cold skin. The heat allowing you to feel a bit alive.

You open the door of the bathroom and find Jenna scrolling on her phone while sitting on your bed.

"Come lay down." Jenna opens the sheets for you.

You do as said and climb under the sheets.

You sigh, finally being able to let your body rest. Its starting to feel heavy.

Jenna slowly moves to sit on your lap, facing you. She looks at your face, analysing it.

You look at her brown eyes and wonder what's going on in that little head of hers.
She slowly inches towards your face.

"You have frown lines, y/n." She whispers, a hint of concern.

"I know." You answer back.

Jenna leans in and places a cool kiss on your forehead.

"To take the worries away."
She carefully moves to your cheek and places a kiss there as well.

"So that your tears lessen and your smile increases."

Her eyes meet your again.

"Don't get a fright." She warns.

Jenna places a trail of slow, soft kisses around your jawline. Causing you to close your eyes.

"For all the tension you're storing."

She then places a kiss on her fingers and places it on your throat."

"For wanting to scream and say what you feel without feeling the need to people please."

Your throat felt tight and dry. You allowed the tears to just roll but no sound came out.

"I'm sorry it's been so rough at work lately. You work so hard, you don't need this." Jenna lays next to you again and you rest your head on her shoulder.

"You can be my sugar mommy?" You say sniffing. Finding it strange that even sad, you're making jokes.

Jenna giggles. "I wish. But seriously, I don't want you to look like this coming from work. No job is more important than your mental health."

"I don't want this for myself either, but I need the money." Jenna rests her head on yours. 'I'm just so happy that I have you here right now." You close heavy eyes. Listening to her breathing.

"Anytime. I have to take care of you the way you do for me." Jenna rests her hand on yours. "If you want, tomorrow we can start updating your resumé and applying to other places."

"I'd appreciate it, but can I please just rest now. It's been a lot." You say without opening your eyes. "By the way, you came to me at the right time."