More Than Friends

Chapter 9 - Car

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-Zayas pov

Mateo having a panic attack on a Friday night was not expected. It just happened out of nowhere and he doesn't even know what triggered it. My mind fills with ideas while I stare lazily at my garage door. Me and Mateo decided we wouldn't go out tonight and just stay in. We went and did a lot today. Including see Vicente.

I groan and my head falls forward almost honking the steering wheel. Mateos inside showering and I'm still outside in his nice car. He takes pride in his car so it's always clean. I'm not even kidding, we go in public and girls see his car and start a conversation automatically. They normally scatter when they see me. I think the girls assume I'm Mateos girlfriend.

I love his car but it's too fancy for me. His black car just screams "Big dick energy" and I'm all for it. I feel like a sneaky link when he picks me up at night. I giggle at the thought and pick my head up and fix my hair.

Speaking of big dick energy my mind floats back to Vicente. He's just a fine ass man who plays women for fun. He pisses me off sometimes. Finding myself comforting the women he hurt is not something I enjoy doing but it's necessary when it comes to him. He is my friend after all and good friends pick up after other friends mistakes. I just wish he wouldn't treat women like shit always. Other than that he's a pretty funny guy. A total flirt whenever we hang out but his charms never work on me for some reason. I just never fall for them anymore. I did as a horny teen though. Not my best years.

I pull my legs up to my chest and hug them like a sad child. I'm glad we didn't end up going to Vs house. Not saying Mateos panic attack was something I wanted. He hasn't had them lately since it's summer but maybe the stress of school returning is triggering something for him. He obviously doesn't want to talk about it since he went to the shower automatically. He's calmed down now and I'm glad.

He freaked me out earlier because he's never had a panic attack while driving. In a car? Sure, but never while driving. He's had these his whole life. Malia his mom was worried when he was younger and took him to see a doctor. He was diagnosed with anxiety at 13.

I'm not a professional doctor or anything but I have a feeling it has to do with his dad and mom always fighting and yelling. He spent a good few years hanging at my house most of the time. At fourteen his parents finally split and he chose to stay with his mom and he never talks to his dad anymore. It's a sore subject so we tend to not acknowledge it.

I shift so my head is against the window and I'm staring at the leather steering wheel. The cool window slowing my Brain process. I've been in Mateos car for fifteen minutes I think, so he should be done in the shower by now. I don't make a move to get up just yet. I've spent the last few days constantly with Mateo. I'm not complaining or anything but I just need some sit to be by myself. I'm sure Mateo needs it too.

Mateo proves my point wrong by walking outside with a worried look on his face. Only my eyes and hair are visible through the window and he jumps a little at the sight of only my eyes. I laugh and sit up. He walks over to the passenger side and opens the door and sits down with a look of relief on his face. He's wearing grey sweatpants and a black T shirt. His dark curls dripping, making little droplets on his sweatpants.

"How was your shower?" I ask and sit up straighter with my knees to me chest still.

"Pretty good." He shrugs and spreads his legs. He's looking at me smiling. The dark lighting making shadows cling to him. He shakes his hair like a dog getting water on me.

"Oh fuck off Mateo." I snap teasingly at him, not wanting to tip him over the edge.

"You love me Zay don't even." He laughs heartily and smiles at me. His hazel eyes glimmer, lighting up.

"Yeah whatever." I jokingly roll my eyes and we fade into comfortable silence.

Mateo goes on his phone texting someone and I watch. How long fingers tapping and swiping. His tan skin looks darker now that summers over. I wonder how much he made working. I bet he did actually save a few lives. I can't say the same for Vicente. He probably just worked there for the money and girls.

"Mateo how much did you make this summer in total?" I look at him with questioning eyes. His head head turns and I see his strong nose, high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and gorgeous eyes.

"I uh made around 12k in total." His thick brows furrow. His lips turn up a little seeing my brain spin. I'm going to make his pockets hurt.

"Soooo my birthday is coming up...." I smile cheekily at him. His birthday is also coming up considering we were born a week apart.

"What do you want then." He rolls his eyes and with a sigh.

"Hmm I want new hair clips. Oh! I seen these pretty flower hair clips that I wanted!" My face lighting up as Mateo nods his head for me to go on. My birthday is September 16 so it's in a month or so.

"Keep going Z." He nods and watches me blabber.

"I need new slippers because I keep losing one of my crappy target ones. I'm want the nice kind that makes me look like a milf. I think I also want some new sweaters. I cropped all mine for summer cause I thought it would look cute so I need some for fall." I smile at him and his eyebrows raise.

He pulls up his phone and types something out. He looks up and smiles at me before typing again. His fingers making tips and taps.

"Alright thanks for ideas." He grins like a Cheshire Cat. I can't help but gigle a little at his expression.

Mateo loves to spoil me. He always pays for dinner, buys me gifts, buys me muffins from his moms bakery, he buys things I think are cool at stores we go to. No matter how much I refuse he just ignores me and buys it.

"You don't have to buy me all that. You can just get me the slippers please please Mateo." I put my hands together like I'm talking to god and jut out my bottom lip slightly.

"It's already in my Amazon cart." He smiles and opens the car door. He already bought it? There's still four weeks until my birthday.

"Mateo-" I can't finish before he slams his door and walks over to mine and opens it.

Offering his hand he grabs me and pulls me out of my ball position and effectively pulls me straight up.

"Come on Z I'm too tired to drive home." He murmurs and leads me inside. He's right. It's midnight and his arm is limp as we go inside.

Mateo lays down on the couch and I head to my room after some good nights. I head upstairs and take my socks and sweater off. I put on a oversized t-shirt and take my pants off leaving me in my underwear.

I put my bonnet on and sit at my vanity to take my makeup off. Mateo was really tired so he's probably asleep by now.

I yawn and stretch my way to my bed. I lay down and close my eyes.

A/n
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- Ella