Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

And I don't want to have another heart attack - j.o

In which she gets a stuffed animal for you

Listen to: The Cut That Always Bleeds - Conan Gray

"Hey! Jenna!" You said, your phone to your ear. You knew she was busy, so you decided to leave a voicemail. "I know you're a little busy right now, and I'm actually about to head to my party, but I just wanted to say merry Christmas!" You paused. Were you really going to confess your feelings? Yes, you were. "I- uh. I know I could've texted you, but uh, this isn't really something I could just text you, you know? Not the Christmas part, uh-" You awkwardly laughed. "I just wanted you to know that I really like you. Like really do. You don't have to like me back, fuck you can even delete this voicemail and we can forget this ever happened. Uh- yeah, that's it. Bye." You hung up the voicemail, your face flushed in embarrassment.

You muttered a curse to yourself as you got out of the car. You looked around, crossing the road, but then suddenly, there was a flash of light.

Then, it went black.

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When Jenna finally got the time to look at her phone, she noticed you left her a voicemail. She was a little confused, but started to listen to it.

"Hey! Jenna! I know you're a little busy right now, and I'm actually about to head to my party, but I just wanted to say merry Christmas!" She heard you pause. She wasn't really sure why you didn't just text her Merry Christmas. "I- uh. I know I could've texted you, but uh, this isn't really something I could just text you, you know? Not the Christmas part, uh-" She laughed at your awkwardness. "I just wanted you to know that I really like you. Like really do. You don't have to like me back, fuck you can even delete this voicemail and we can forget this ever happened. Uh- yeah, that's it. Bye." She felt herself flush at your confession.

She felt the same, so she called you up again. And again, and again. You never answered. She just figured that you were probably hanging with your family. She just continued on with the party, the same line of you saying you had feelings for her repeated and lingered in her head.

It wasn't until she noticed that she got a call from the hospital, which worried her. She answered her phone. "Hello?"

"Is this Jenna Ortega?"

"Yes, is there anything wrong?"

"Could you please come here, there is a patient, by the name of y/n-" Her heart dropped.

"What happened?"

"Ma'am, you were listed as her emergency contact, could you please-"

"What happened to her?" She demanded, on the verge of tears. She was getting ready to leave.

There was a sigh on the other line. "Let's discuss it at the hospital." Jenna hung up the phone, tears slipping down her face.

Once she got to the hospital, she saw you on the hospital bed, hooked up to machines, cuts and bruises all over your face. She let out a loud cry upon seeing you. The doctors stopped her from going inside to discuss what happened.

"From what we were told, it was a hit and run, a man found her on the street." They explained what was going on with you. Jenna couldn't listen to the whole thing, only looking at you. She couldn't keep her eyes off you. She tried to hold back a sob, muffling her mouth with her hand. "She might not recover from this."

Jenna just sat by you, holding your hand. She refused to leave. She regretted not picking up your call earlier. Your friends and family visited often, but most of them couldn't stay because Jenna was already staying. They often brought cards for you, some crying with Jenna and reminiscing.

There was a point where they couldn't keep her there, they had to pull the plug.

Seeing you die in her arms felt like a part of her died.

You were her other half, she loved you more than anyone. She regretted not confessing her feelings earlier, imagining what could've been if one thing was different.

From those days, she's hated Christmas. She wouldn't be able to leave her house. It took her a while to bounce back into work. It would be hard for her to work through the holidays and your birthday, always crying.

Every Christmas, she would just stay in her apartment. They all knew she was still grieving your death.

There was a knock on her door. She sniffled, getting up to see who would come by and visit her. It was your mutual friends. When she opened the door, they finally got a glimpse of how upset she still gets during the holidays.

She would wear your clothes, hair up in a messy bun, and her eyes red and puffy from crying. "Oh honey." Your best friend pulled her in for a hug. Jenna found herself sobbing into her jacket.

"I'm sorry." She muttered when pulling away. She moved out of the doorway for them to come in. "Why are you guys here? Don't you have parties?"

"Not this Christmas. We're here for you." Jenna opened her mouth to argue, but they stopped her. "We've spent plenty with others, you need some cheering up."

"We got a gift for you." Maddie brought out a bag from behind her, that Jenna didn't even notice. Confused, Jenna took the bag, taking out all the tissue paper. There was a box. She pulled out the box, opening it. There was a bear.

It was a little dinosaur, dressed in a little spiderman costume. She could smell the scent of your perfume coming from the bear. She started to cry at the sight. It was like you. She gripped onto the bear, crying into it. There was a sound that came from it.

Jenna furrowed her eyebrows, squeezing the bear again.

"Hey! Jenna! I know you're a little busy right now, and I'm actually about to head to my party, but I just wanted to say merry Christmas! I- uh. I know I could've texted you, but uh, this isn't really something I could just text you, you know? Not the Christmas part, uh- I just wanted you to know that I really like you. Like really do. You don't have to like me back, fuck you can even delete this voicemail and we can forget this ever happened. Uh- yeah, that's it. Bye."

It was the last time that Jenna heard your voice. She started to cry even harder, grabbing your friends into a hug.

(im not sorry)