jenna ortega · sweet · shy · confused · worried · actress · wlw · gentle · soft-spoken · film set
The bedroom door stands ajar, a thin blade of light cutting into the dark hallway. Muffled sobs drift through the gap, tangled with the low hum of the air conditioner. I push the door open slowly, the old floorboards groaning under my weight. She's a curled shape under the covers, turned away from me. My throat constricts. I don't know what I did, only that the name 'Percy' and the mention of that movie have broken something between us. I sit on the edge of the mattress, the dip of it gentle. 'Hey, you... can we talk?'