Jenna x Reader One-Shots

Best Friends

A/N: Vada x Reader

Requested by: ilovesadieanddylan

Summary: Vada and Y/n continuously hang out, becoming closer and closer after the shooting.

half of this might be shit and the other half won't as halfway when writing this, I finally found a website and watched it so yeah! I'm sorry if the beginning's terrible <3

HERE WE GO!

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Y/n's POV:

I get a notification on my phone and I see that I got a dm from Vada, I sit up a little and see that she had sent,

"hi. it's vada." I look at the message, staring at it and curious on what she wants. We hid together in the bathroom when... when it happened.

"hey you okay?" I send to her, biting my bottom lip as I look at the phone in anticipation. I see the three dots, and I wait for her message to appear.

"do you know if Quentin is okay? Or his brother?" She sent me in reply,

"you're avoiding the question, Cavell, I'm growing worried" I send in reply,

"I don't feel like talking abt me"

"okay, that's fine" I send in reply,

"i heard that Quentin's brother died, there's a funeral in a few days and he said we could come <3" I send to inform her,

"are you gonna go???"

"i might. i mean i don't really know him well but I do wanna talk to him"

"about...?"

"just to apologise, I could've helped and I did try but I could've died if I stayed and I met with you in the bathroom so... yeah, maybe just to apologise" I send in reply,

"can I call you? there's smth i need to talk to u abt"

"yeah, ofc" I agree, after a few moments I see her name pop up at the top of my screen, I press the answer button and move my phone close to my ear.

"Hey." I hear her voice say, I feel myself relax and my shoulders fall.

"Hey, Vada." I greet her, my voice slightly groggy as I haven't left my bed. "You wanted to talk?" I ask her,

"Yeah, uh, a...are you gonna go back?" She asks,

"Go back? What, to school?" I ask, confused, hearing her say 'mhm-mhm'. "Oh, I don't think that's good for me right now, I just... I need a break." I express to her, feeling my heart drop before I force my eyes shut, "Plus, I, uh, I haven't really left my bed. Or slept. So, I don't think I'll be going back for another week or two." I explain to her, through a nervous laugh. I itch the back of my head, glancing around my room.

"You can't sleep?"

"No. I... I keep... hearing the fucking gunshots on repeat." I explain to her, "I hate it, and I hate how creepy it is when it's just me alone in this stupid home." I add, glancing around as I open the door and look down the hall, scared that someone could sneak into my house and attack me.

"What do you mean 'alone'?"

"Oh, my parents are on some trip, it got pushed a couple of more weeks so instead of coming back tomorrow, they are coming back in... about a month." I answer in reply, resting my head against the door frame.

"I think we should go to the funeral. Have some peace about... what happened to Quentin's brother." She answers in reply,

"Okay. I'll be there if you are." I tell her,