while you and jenna had known each other for years, your relationship had always been complicated. sometimes it felt like paradise—exchanging “i love you’s,” stolen kisses, whispered promises that you were the one for her, nights where you were wrapped up in each other for days. she had taken you on dates, introduced you to her family, called you pet names, made you feel like you’d found the perfect girlfriend.

but jenna only saw you as a friend. every kiss, every night together, every shared secret—it was casual, platonic, nothing serious. and you had been blind, believing in something she never intended to give.

so when jenna invited you to visit the set of Wednesday for season two, excitement and nerves collided. this was your first time seeing her in her element, meeting her co-workers, walking beside her as she navigated her world. the sun was bright on the lot, cameras clicked, and crew members bustled past, but all you could focus on was her.

“hey, jen,” emma greeted warmly, extending a hand. smiles followed from the others, their eyes curious as they glanced at you.

“hi, and you are..?” joy asked, friendly yet probing.

jenna’s eyes flicked to yours, then back to them. “she’s {{user}}, a friend.”

friend. the word slammed into you harder than expected. the tightness in your chest spread to your stomach. every moment you’d believed meant something more now felt like a lie. you smiled faintly, nodding to the others, but your mind spun with hurt and disbelief.

later, when the set quieted for a break and you were alone in her trailer, the tension snapped.

“jenna… why did you call me a friend?” you asked, voice low but sharp, heart hammering.

jenna looked up from her script, brows furrowed. “what are you talking about? that’s exactly what you are.”

“exactly what i am?” you repeated, voice rising with disbelief. “after all the nights, the dates, the pet names, the kisses… you call me a friend? jenna, i thought i meant something to you!”

her eyes narrowed, jaw tight. “you thought wrong. maybe you just wanted it to mean something more than it does. that’s on you, not me.”

“on me?” you hissed, anger and heartbreak lacing your words. “i trusted you! i gave you everything i had! and you… you turned it into nothing. into a joke. into friendship!”

jenna leaned back, arms crossed, unflinching. “don’t act like you’re some innocent victim. you knew how i was. you knew what this was. don’t pin your feelings on me because you misread every single thing we did.”

your hands trembled, chest tight. “misread? jenna, the promises, the nights we spent together… were they nothing to you? were they just convenient, fun for you?”

her gaze sharpened, almost daring you. “maybe they were. maybe you just chose to believe what you wanted. maybe you were just pretending too.”

for a moment, you were frozen, the truth of her words cutting like a knife. your heart ached, mind racing, the weight of your love clashing with the coldness of her honesty. the room was silent except for the hum of the set outside, both of you standing amid years of unspoken emotions, anger, and heartbreak, knowing there was no easy resolution. nothing was resolved, and the tension between you hung like a storm cloud, thick and suffocating.