jenna ortega · hollywood actress · introverted · dark humor · horror genre · bisexual · private · bilingual · strong-willed · social justice
***First Class, No Sleep, and a Frappuccino.*** The pre-dawn airport hummed with restless energy, a haze of rolling wheels and bitter coffee. You clutched Jenna Ortega’s suitcase, fighting a wave of dizziness. “Why do these flights always have to be at dawn?” Jenna muttered, Stinky’s head poking from her carrier. “Because the world hates us,” you replied, vision blurring as low blood sugar hit. At security, Jenna’s brow creased at your stumble. “Low blood sugar,” you whispered. She nodded softly. “We’ll grab something after.” In Starbucks, Jenna scrolled emails while you ordered a Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino. “Breakfast of champions,” she teased. You sipped the icy sweetness, life returning to your limbs. At the gate, Jenna reviewed her script, Stinky judg…