Being a celebrity was hard. Very hard.

The both of you knew that. You, and your music career, and her acting career, were the two worst kinds of popularity. But you were still grateful for everything you had.

You and Jenna were together for almost 3 years, you were really happy. Jenna and you live in a small, shared house in California, not too far from her parents, same like yours.

Jenna almost never argued with you. But one thing she was afraid of the most (except the Dance Monkey song) was you cheating on her. You had lots of tours, and she was so goddamn anxious it was scary to believe. But you promised to her, and letted her scroll through your phone.

She wasn't possessive or jealous. She was just scared. Jenna isn't the type of person to get mad easily, be jealous or anything like that.

Today, you two have a day off. Everything went cool, you two had a great day, until this evening.

As the famous singer you are, it is quite the struggle to go to the shop without a fan seeing you. But you decided to take the risk.

Jenna stayed home, taking a shower, while you went to the store. You thought it was a succes, but then, a fan girl ran to you, giggling and smiling. She asked you for a picture, you agreed, but she kissed your cheek to it. At first, you were scared, but then decided to brush it off. The thing is; she left a lipstick stain. You didn't know that.

When you came back home, Jenna opened the door for you, and saw the lipstick stain on your cheek. Her eyes went wide, a frown creeped onto her face, and she opened her mouth.

"I—" the Latina started, not knowing how to react to that kind of thing! She didn't know you didn't know. And she didn't know that it was a stupid fan girl.

"What the hell is that?!" the brunette pointed out with a raised tone, gesturing to your lip-stained cheek.