Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

You're so pretty it hurts - tc

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"Look, Wes, babe, if you wanna have a girl to bring to the party," You pointed toward the girl. "There's a perfectly good candidate." She looked towards you guys, smiling when you waved at her. "Go talk to her."

"W-what? No." He lifted his hands and stayed stiff when you tried to nudge him. "I can't do that."

Your eyebrows were knit together, as you glanced at her and then back to him. "What do you mean you can't do that? Are you like scared?"

"No, it's just." He made a face before dropping his hand. "Do you think Tara would like me? At all? Like I have a chance."

Your eyes widened, you giggled a little, giving him some hope. Your face dropped. "No, no I don't. You really don't have a chance." He frowned at you.

"Why not?" You let out another laugh. He didn't get it?

"Look, you can try all you want, but Tara's mine. Or I'm hers, whatever works. Either way, It doesn't work out for you. I'm sorry." You pouted, playfully. He could tell he looked hurt by that. "That was a little mean, but it's better if you don't try."

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"I'm just saying, whenever people say 'I'll be back' in horror movies, they'll never come back." Mindy argued, you guys were all crowded around in Amber's living room. You were pretty sure Mindy was super drunk, because she was slurring her words and kept on going on and on about horror movie rules like her uncle. You weren't much better, you were tipsy at the least, which made you super overdramatic.

"Okay, but that's in movies, that's not real." Wes replied, you grumbled and got up.

"Or is it?" She raised her eyebrow, making them all laugh.

You stood up, catching everyone's attention. "I'm gonna get some more drinks, do you want any?" You stepped over people, heading to the kitchen.

"Yeah, please." Hums of agreement went around, making you chuckle.

"Alright," You stood by the door frame. "I'll be right back!" You yelled, making faces and wiggling your arms as you slipped out of the room. A bunch of people just laughed and pointed at you. You hummed to a random song that played in your drunken head as you started to pour whatever. You were so immersed on making different drinks, you didn't see Tara coming in. You felt a presence beside you, you glanced and saw Tara. You let out a yelp, jumping back. "Jesus, I thought Mindy was right for a second."

"How many drinks are you making?" She asked, leaning onto your shoulder. 

You raised your eyebrow as you looked down at her. "What's gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?" She finally made eye contact with you, her eyes were hooded. "I'm feeling amazing."

"Are you drunk?" You bent down a little, your hand lifting her chin so that she could look at you. "You can't hold your alcohol, can you?"

"What d'you mean? I'm not drunk." She slurred, trying to pretend that she's sober. She tried to lean onto the counter, but she missed and almost fell back. She stumbled a little before you caught her. 

"Mhm, so sober." You hummed. "I'll help you out in a second, let me just get these drunks to the fuckers in the living room." 

She grabbed your collar, pulling you in close. "But I want you." She pouted, making your heart start beating faster and your stomach flutter. You quickly covered your feelings with your cockiness.

"Is that so?" You hummed, making her nod. "What happened to us just being exes?" She just scoffed at you, waving it off. "Just wait." You winked as you got back up and brought all the drinks back into the living room. You saw them yelling around and trying to pass around two different objects. "What are you guys doing?"