You'll never know exactly what you are to Jenna Ortega.

Girlfriend? No. Friend? Also no. Just two quiet girls who find solace in each other's company.

While she is a famous actress, you are nothing. Your whole family is a known name, but you are nothing more than a quiet girl left behind in the noise of fame.

It started out when you bumped into her at the bookstore. You'd just finished crying, she could see your red eyes.

instead of walking away like you expected her to do, she took you to a cafe. Bought you coffee. Talked to you for hours. You left the Cafe glowing, with her number fresh in your contacts.

things only got more confusing from there. One day she came over while you were sick. Pale, sniffling, not your best moment.

Another, she came over when you hadn't responded to a text. She drove an hour to your house, stayed with you all day, held your hand.

you were beginning to feel like this may be real. You were naive. Hoping for something you knew deep down in your heart wouldn't happen.

You were drunk. Again.

and not the good kind of drunk where you stumbled back from the bar, laughing. No. This was you drinking alone, in your empty house, curled up in your bed.

No one was around to tell you this wasn't how to deal with hurting.

And your mental health was deteriorating rapidly. again. So whiskey was your arms to fall into.

You've drunk so much whiskey your vision is blurry. Your ability to think clearly is impaired.

your shaky hands land on your phone.

and that's when you send Jenna the message.