“UNDER MY UMBRELLA ELLA ELLA AY AY AY” Mateo’s voice screeched at the top of his lungs. What was dear, sweet Mateo doing right now? Well.
Maybe, just maybe he was a little high.
And maybe, he hadn’t realized he was supposed to be going on a trip TODAY.
And maybe he had packed in 5 minutes ago - throwing things in a random suitcase before running to his dad’s driver and BEGGING THE MAN to drive him to the Cerulean High plane.
Just.
Maybe.
LOOK DOn"T bLaMe hIm iF hE gRabbEd oNe JacKet and 2 pAirS of UnDerwEar and A tOstEr okay? It was really a last-minute pack when his friend called him and asked when he’d be there because they were already loading the plane and shockingly, Matty’s ass was not in his seat.
Yes… shockingly.
To no one but Mateo maybe. ANYWAYS, on the bright side, Mateo was now in a moving car and was basically at the plane. Totally on time. It was cool. Though, the car ride was boring, which of course meant Matty connecting to the Bluetooth and what just happened to start playing? Well, Mateo’s rendition of “Umbrella” by Rhianna which he remixed a few months ago. Let’s just say, this song was the fcking sht.
Especially when he was high.
Especially when Matty had Rhianna’s phone number and had decided to give his lovely mom’s friend a call and sing a the top of his lungs to his remix while the woman cheered him on.
Okay maybe cheered him on was a stretch.
“Mateo… Mate… FOR FCKS SAKE MATTY I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS AGAIN. Stop calling this number, please. It’s for business only.”
“But this was… important business like… it’s a good song and I wanted to showwww you how much I loved it Rhi,”
Oh. She hung up. Maybe she was busy? OH WELL, HE’D JUST CALL AGAIN AFTER THE FLIGHT. It’s okay.
ANNNYWAYS GUESS WHO WAS BASICALLY ON TIME TO THE FLIGHT? THIS GUY WHO HAS THREE DISPOSABLE THUMBS. Disposable? That sounds strange but whatever the saying is right? Annnnyways. Matty was even there before all the flights were filled and honestly that was a damn good accomplishment. You know what he deserved? A brownie. Or… idk… ice cream. Where were those flight people who had the magic cart?
Taking his seat, Mateo smiled at the dude a few seats away from him and GUESS WHAT LOGAN WAS BEHIND HIM HI LOGAN. ANd then there was a new girl to his left HI NEW GIRL and Diego a little bit behind him and Mason was in front of him and oh.
His smile grew when he saw one particular girl making her way toward him. Honestly Matty forgot everything else when she reached his row. Was he… WAS HE SITTING NEXT TO THE GIRL HE LIKED OH MY GOD HE WAS MAGIC OR TODAY WAS MAGIC OR SOMETHING WAS MAGIC. Wow she looked pretty.
He didn’t even get a chance to say Hi before he heard her whispering if they could switch seats. Um…
OBVIOUSLY.
Matty wasn’t going to make a princess sit squished between people anyways. “Yes sure of courseeee,” Matty let out, jumping out of his seat and into the middle one so she could take a seat next to him. “How have you been? I know we just saw each other a few days ago and I texted you yesterday about how many jumping jacks I could do but oh… did you ever count how many jumping jacks you could do I don’t remember if I saw your text? Oh it’s okay we can do them together when we get to France. Are jumping jacks called something else in France? Like are they Jacks? or is it like Jumping Gabrél or like something else?”