Blake and Mateo’s Backstory
summary: Blake is a panicked guy who has anxiety and his parents are the best
Ch 2
At home, Blake disappeared to his room. Something about sitting with Mateo had him on edge. Why was he so distant?
“Blake?” His mother’s voice rang through the house. Knowing better, he padded down the carpeted stairs.
“Hey, what’s up?” His mom didn’t look up from her book, her smal rectangular glasses resting far too low on her nose.
“How was meeting Mateo? Danny told us all about it.” Blake leaned against the wall.
“It was fine. He doesn’t seem to like me.” She looked up now, taking off her glasses and placing them on the coffee table.
“He’s a sweet boy, I highly doubt that. Are you sure you weren’t doing that thing where you think you look nice but you actually look like this?” She contorted her face into a deep glare and Blake rolled his eyes.
“Yes, I was friendly and kind and even said goodbye and he just nodded at me.”
“Maybe he feels threatened by you?” Blake scoffed.
“Nope. I bet he just doesn’t think I’m good enough.”
“Prove him wrong then.” She said, rolling her eyes back at him. Blake thought for a moment, maybe that isn’t such a bad idea.
“Yeah alright.”
“Love you honey.”
“Love you too mom.” Blake replied, walking back to his room.
Danny sat on his bed, his legs politely criss crossed.
*Can’t I get three seconds of privacy?* Blake thought, holding back a massive sigh.
“What’s up Dans?”
“Mateo wants to meet up with you again.” He said, kicking his feet excitedly.
“Oh lovely.” Blake growled. Danny cocked his head to one side. “He just didn’t seem to like me much, that’s all.”
“Well he did mention something like that to me I guess.” Danny shrugged. Blake sat with him, making the mattress bounce.
“What did he say?”
“Just that he wants to make sure you’re taking care of me.” Danny said, standing up from the bed. Blake wanted to ask more, but his desire for alone time overpowered it. He let Danny leave, and flopped over face down in his pillow.
His phone buzzed loudly on his bed, causing his crisis to pause. An unsaved number had sent him a message. Ready to troll some scammers, he eagerly opened his messages.
[hi it’s mateo danny decided i should have your # ]
A million potential responses ran through his mind.
[👍]
He repeatedly knocked the heel of his palm against his forehead. Mateo read it, and didn’t respond. That’s probably for the better.
The rest of the night Blake spent zoned out in his room. He did things, cleaned up a little, scrolled tumblr, texted Leo. He opened his painfully awkward messages with Mateo a few times, only succeeding in wanting to make him throw his phone against the wall.
“Hey kiddo how’s it going?” His father’s figure filled his doorframe. Blake whipped around to look at him.
“Hey dad, fine. How was your day?”
“Eh- it was work. Mom told me about meeting Mateo.” Blake sighed.
“Yeah.”
“Trust me, building a friendship with him wouldn’t hurt.” His dad added with a smile.
“But dad-“ Blake whined, “He’s a jacked straight boy.” His dad snorted.
“Oh shush. He’s a good kid. He’s just protective of Dans, and it’s valid. Building a relationship with both Danny and him could help you out here.”
“I hate it when you’re right.” Blake groaned. His dad laughed lightly.
“Just think about it, love you goob. Want me to bring dinner up?”
“Nah, I’m not too hungry.” Blake admitted, thinking about college apps and his future had destroyed his appetite.
“Okay, just make sure you drink some water and keep yourself safe.” His dad sounded chill, but his brow furrowed with concern.
“I will. I love you dad.”
“Love you too.” He left the door slightly ajar and Blake listened as his muted footsteps faded out.
He opened his phone again. The soft sound of frantic typing was the only sound other than the quiet hum of the radiator.
His thumb hesitated over the send button for a second.
[Hey, would you wanna meet up for coffee with Dans and I tomorrow (he likes the pastries at the cafe on eighth street) We’re thinking of heading over around 9:30]
*sent*
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