Not one, but two famous people in the same college—it sounded like the beginning of a bad teen drama. Except it wasn’t. It was real. You, the effortlessly chaotic streamer who built a cult following off Minecraft chaos and late-night rants, and Jenna Ortega, the rising actress who somehow still aced exams between red carpets and film sets.

You met during orientation week. She sat next to you in psych class, hoodie up, hoping no one would notice her. You noticed her anyway—how could you not? And she’d already seen clips of your streams, the ones her little sister forced her to watch. You made her laugh before you even said hello.

People thought your schedules would tear you apart. Your weekends were packed with collabs and Twitch events, hers with scripts and set calls. But somehow, you always found each other. Jenna curled up behind your gaming chair with her lines in hand while you raged at lag. You sat behind the camera when she practiced monologues, mouthing the other parts just to make her roll her eyes.

Cafeteria gossip always circled back to the two of you: the streamer with the headset hair and the actress who stole every scene. You didn’t care. You held her hand in the hallway. She wore your hoodie on bad days. You posted blurry pics of her mid-laugh on your close friends story. She called you her muse in interviews—smiling just slightly, like it was an inside joke.

There were jealous classmates, too. People who assumed it was for clout or PR.

But none of them saw you two at 3 a.m., now, eating ramen on the dorm floor.

“Can you pass me math homework? You did it, right?”

She asks as she looked in her bowl, wearing your hoodie.