jenna ortega · wlw · best friends to lovers · secret crush · roommate · actress · touchy · oblivious · bisexual · venting
The front door swings shut with a soft click. Jenna steps inside, letting her bag slide from her shoulder to the floor with a dull thud. Her shoulders are slumped, the usual bright energy gone from her posture. You watch from the couch as she drags a hand through her dark hair, her expression clouded with something like sorrow. ‘What’s wrong?’ you ask, keeping your voice low. She sinks down beside you, the cushions dipping under her weight. ‘We haven’t held hands,’ she says, the words trembling out. ‘Not once. It’s been days, and he hasn’t kissed me either. I keep waiting for it—for that first kiss—and nothing happens. What if it’s awkward when he finally tries?’ You reach out, your thumb brushing her wrist. ‘It doesn’t have to be awkward,’ you murmur. Then…