If Dreams Were Reality (Jenna Ortega Imagines)

runways *

You were invited to your first Fashion show. Walking to your seat you take it all in. The lights, the stage the decor. Everything is so glamorous and proper. You feel a little queasy thinking about embarrassing yourself in front of many famous faces.

Once you reach your seat. A female with a short black blazer dress and black transparent stockings stands close to you. You look up to meet their eyes. Yours widen with nervousness and excitement.

“Hi, this must be my seat.” She says, sitting down with such elegance.

“Miss Jenna Ortega.” You greet with a broad smile. You feel your hands becoming damp.

“Whoa. There’s no need to be that formal.” She laughs. She looks so cool with her dark sunglasses. Her whole outfit just gorgeous.

“Sorry. I got excited knowing we’d be sitting together.” You give her your hand, grateful she’s wearing gloves. “I’m Y/n.”

“Yes,” she takes your hand and shakes it with a red-lipped smile. “I’ve seen you in the Horizon movie. I’m glad we got put together. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” You smile nervously.

There’s a slight silent between the two of you. You’re getting warm in your grey blazer suit. There’s a lot going on around you.

“Is this your first fashion show?” She asks suddenly.

“What gave it away?”

“The constant moving of your head as if you’re looking for someone.” She leans a bit closer to you. “Here’s a tip, save your neck for when the models come down the runaway.”

You break out into a smile. “I’ll keep that in mind. It’s just a little overwhelming. Lots of people.”

“I get you. I’ve felt like that too, but it’s all about the art of clothes.” She says. “Think of it like an art gallery and the pieces are just mobile. It’s just you and me sitting on a bench.”

“I like that visual. That’ll help.” You smile grateful.

“Oh here comes the photographer.” She whispers to you.

Your heart instantly beats faster. Jenna moves closer to you and you quickly follow her lead. You give a small smile and wait as the flashes fill your eyes, taking quite a few photos.

Within a few minutes everyone goes quiet and the music plays bringing out its models. You take in all the masterpieces of clothing and it’s stunning models as they strut down the runway.

“Those are stunning, don’t you think?” Jenna leans towards you.

“I definitely agree.” You focus on the stage. “I’ve already seen some outfits I’d love to own or wear at least once.”

“If you like those, wait till you see the final look of the night.” You look at her and she gives you a smirk. “Always a showstopper.”

“Ooh now you’ve peaked my interest.” You smile elated.

“I thought it would.”

*

“You tired yet?” Jenna asks.

“No. Should I be?” You turn to her, brows creased.

“It’s natural to feel that way when it comes to these kind of things.” She explains. “I was wondering if you’d be keen to get some frozen yoghurt after this, what do you say? Away from the glitz and glamour.”

“Froyo in these outfits?” You ask with a half-laugh gesturing to your fancy and expensive clothes.

“Fashion is all about breaking the rules, y/n.”

“Then I’m down.” You accept.

“Great,” Jenna sits upright again with a proud smile. “it’s a date.”

Author's Note:

I mean, you know Jenna served if I came out all this way to write an imagine.😂🤭🥰

I actually miss Miss Ortega to be honest.😎