Jenna x Reader One-Shots

All Yours 2

A/N: Cairo x Reader

WOO, PART TWO!

YIPPIEEEE

hello beautiful people, i have missed you :)

HERE WE GO!

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Y/n's POV:

I stand by the island counter, helping Nicole cook dinner while I express to her how shit I've been feeling recently, trying to forget that I ever saw Cairo. I can't believe my best fucking friend is the parent of a student of mines.

"You've just got to relax, I'm sure that everything is fine." Nicole attempts to assure me, glancing over at me and offering a smile. "I'm sure if you just take your time and—and—and focus on yourself, everything will work out eventually." She continues onto explain to me, glancing over at me again and pouring the chopped peppers into the tomato sauce. Beginning to the stir, lowering the temperature while I'm boiling the pasta. I check on the pasta, making sure that it's not over-cooked or burnt.

"Nicole..." I long out, sighing, rubbing my temple as it's starting to get really hot in the kitchen. "Look, as much as I love you, I kinda just want someone to listen. That okay?"

"All right, my mouth..." She turns to me, pretending to zip her mouth shut and lock away the key. "zipped shut. Continue." She tells me, grinning and turns to face the pot. I sigh, itching the corner of my eye as I continue to stir the pasta in hopes that it can keep me busy while I try to forget about Cairo and Winnie.

"Can I ask a hypothetical question?" I ask randomly, after a few beats of silence between us. I notice her nod.

"Of course." She responds, stepping away from the sauce and getting two glasses and a bottle of wine. She pours wine into the two glasses, handing me a glass and walks toward her pot.

"What would you do if... if two people kept being persistent on flirting with you?" I ask, curiously, taking a sip of the wine. "But it was people you couldn't have." I add, noticing her sigh softly, pulling out a cigarette and starting to smoke.

"I been there." She sighs softly, lightly shaking her head as she looks out a nearby window where she is. I look over at her, my shoulders dropping as I watch her from the island counter. "There was these two fellas, nice ones. Both great. You know, my husband, don't you?" She teases, glancing back at me with a soft chuckle. I grin, nodding.

"Yeah, I know Bill." I answer softly, setting the drink down and crossing my arms.

"Well I was also talking to another guy, his name was Jonathan. He was a mechanic, worked across from Betties." I nod along with her words, knowing what she's on about. "Jonathan, he was sweet when he wanted to be but most of the time, he just... seemed to always be putting on an act for people. He was so hungry to make people laugh." She begins to explain to me, setting her drink down and pats her chest, beginning to cough, covering her mouth then takes a long sip of her wine then presses the cigarette to her lips. "He was significantly older too, so it was scandalous for us to be together."

"What did you do?" I ask, curiously, narrowing my eyes lightly.

"Well I obviously married the person closer to my age. Worked out for me, didn't it?" She jokes, laughing softly and turning to me, barely even glancing over at the sauce. It being long forgotten now.

"What if Jonathan and Bill were the same age?" I ask, noticing her eyes wander off and hum softly. "And what if... what if instead of you being that young, the roles were reversed."

"What, like I was the oldest and these two young guys wanted me?"

"Yeah. What would you do?"

"Hm, I don't know." She confesses, shyly, a light shrug as her eyes trail off. "It definitely would be flattering but if that was the case then I don't think I'd pick. I'd—I'd—I'd... hm..." She hums, her eyebrows furrowing downward. "Would I really like both of them?"