Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse. j.o

In which you confess with cookies and Cigarettes After Sex

Listen to: Sweet and Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

You were a little bored. You had no work, so you just laid in bed. At a certain point, you just fell asleep. It felt different, as if the bed was bigger. You hadn't noticed it before. Your roommate was out at work, like she always was.

After a good few hours of sleeping, you got your lazy ass up, walking over to the kitchen. You hummed as you went around making some food. You played some music on the google home. You sang along the soft sounds of Taylor Swift and Conan Gray. 

The music played as you ate your food, quietly scrolling on your phone. You got many of your small tasks done, quick and early. It still left you with quite a bit of free time until someone would come home.

You set up a laptop, putting on Wednesday. You muted the show, keeping captions on, as you already knew the show by heart. You turned up the music, it wasn't like your usual style of music, but it gave you a nice romance-y feeling you sort of missed.

You got yourself to baking, making some chocolate chip cookies. You took your time, pausing every now and then to watch the scene on your laptop. 

Just as you started forming the cookies, you heard the door shut, meaning someone had come home. "What's up, Sadie." You greeted your roommate, your body still facing the cookies. 

"It's not Sadie." You turned around to find your friend (and long-time crush), Jenna Ortega. You smiled at her.

"What can I do for you today, Jen?" You turned around, continuing to form the cookies. She walked up beside you, trying to grab one. You slapped her hand. "Not yet, you can get killed eating these."

She rolled her eyes at you. She looked around, seeing the mess you made, and your laptop playing Wednesday. You heard her let out a small laugh, so you looked at her, confused. You saw her looking at your laptop, making you huff. "Didn't know you were a fan." She teased, you rolled your eyes.

"I muted it so I don't have to hear your annoying voice." You defended. She was making you blush, so you turned back to your cookies. It went quiet, making your furrow your brows. You put the cookies in the oven, turning around to see what Jenna was doing. She was switching the movie. "What are you doing?" You asked while setting a timer on your phone.

"Changing the show, so that we both don't have to see me." You raised an eyebrow and looked at her. You reached over and closed the laptop. 

"Just listen to the music with me." You told her, throwing a chocolate chip at her face. Out Like a Light by the Honeysticks played. This song gave you a sort of nostalgic feeling. She helped you tidy the counter, throwing a few leftover ingredients at each other. 

It was times like these that made you fall even more in love with Jenna. You enjoyed the domestic feeling, wanting to live like this forever. Jenna was over all the time, it felt like the two of you were together anyway. 

Many people had asked, articles were made about the two of you. You both denied it, not wanting to reveal any feelings to the public, and each other.

You finally got the courage to say something. You swallowed the lump in your throat, calming yourself down. "You know how you're always over?" You started. Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex started to play. Music seemed always have perfect timing.

Watching the video that you sent me
The one where you're showering with wet hair dripping

You know that I'm obsessed with your body