You know what would be great right now? A wingman to talk Mateo up. Usually, the man had no issue talking himself up… or…. Let’s rephrase that. Mateo Perez didn’t have an issue simply talking. However, that soon became problematic when he didn’t stop talking. Especially talking about random things that had no true coherency with the previous conversation. Where the hell was Dawg when you needed him. Trust Mateo, he knew how to talk… or bark. Look, If dogs could talk, Dawg would be TALKING Mateo up right now. Previously, the job was saved for Elio who actually did a pretty good job but… well ever since that last issue how could he even talk to his bestie? Bro code, you know? Mateo had never told anyone that he and Elio were on an episode of Barney together as the entertainment and he expected Elio to follow the bro code of NOT SLEEPING WITH HIS PRETEND GIRLFRIEND WHO HE HAD A CRUSH ON.
But well.
Things don’t always work out as they should and that left Mateo slightly distraught because he no longer had a bro. Well… he bought a bro. Adopted? ANYWAYS, DAWG WAS THE ONE AND ONLY BRO MATTY WOULD EVER NEED.
Where were we again? Oh sh!t, right right, he was messing up in front of Sophia. Fck. Right. Bro. He needed a wingman… what was he even talking about? God? Butterflies? Wait no, chocolate. Okay okay, girls like chocolate. Maybe he wasn’t doing terrible by himself. INDEPENDENCE. Oh… did he just secure a second date. He didn’t hear that wrong right? She did say yes to milkshakes. HELL YES. Okay. Screw wingmen, Mateo was the best wing self person thing in THE WORLD. Okay maybe it’s a slight stretch to say that, but either way, the second date = secured. And now, to dancing.
There was something intoxicating about the way her smile enraptured him. Like honestly, Mateo felt speechless, and if he hadn’t caught himself, he would have STEPPED on her. Yes, like really stepped. Yikes. BUT DON’T WORRY. Mateo was smooth enough that he caught it and instead, did another lil twirl. “I wish I talked to you sooner too. I just thought you were that really smart girl and you wouldn’t want to talk to me so… yeah. I don’t know. Like I know VC is also smart, but like, you’re a different kind, you know.” Mateo started, trying to put what he was thinking into words but finding it slightly difficult. “Sh!t no, I don’t mean you’re like, unapproachable. I mean… I don’t know… like… you were that really smart girl who always had her life together and I just…didn’t? I don’t know…”
Remember what he said earlier? SCRATCH THE HELL OUT OF THAT. He needs a wing man. Where the hell was Hera. They could wing the hell out of a man. Wait that sounded wrong. NOT WHAT HE MEANT. Woah was that a Pegasus behind her? Sorry, random again…. But that’s totally a Pegasus. Looking over Sophie’s shoulder, Mateo’s eyes locked on the creature who was totally flying. Flying? Hovering? Um…
Well… here’s the thing. The only time Mateo saw flying creatures was when he was getting reallllllly high and he couldn’t be getting high because he hadn’t smoked anything… yet. But damn, that was, indeed, a flying unicorn. Wait… unicorn or Pegasus. What was the difference again? Annnnyywhooo. Sh!t…. was Mateo Perez high?