Solangelo Oneshots

Catfish

Will POV
I straightened my tie and walked into the restaurant. The lighting was slightly dim, way too sexy for my taste. If I had it my way, we would have met at a Starbucks inside Target. But my internet date didn't want to do that, and he was really cute, so I agreed to meet him here. Plus, I figured as long as we met in a public place, it would be fine.

"Hi. I'm waiting for someone, but I'll have a water, please." I said as I looked at the menu. I noticed that they had three types of spaghetti. I didn't even know that many types of spaghetti existed. I was still contemplating what kind of spaghetti to get a few minutes later, when a man arrived.

"Sorry I'm late." The man said.

"Who are you? Sorry." I asked. The guy I was meeting, Micheal, looked nothing like this guy.

"I'm Micheal. Do you not recognize me?" He smiled a smile which was nothing like his profile picture's. The picture was of a short, dark haired man next to a 'road work ahead' sign. He had shiny black hair, grey eyes, pale skin, and a tattoo on his wrist. This man was average height, with brown hair, green eyes, and no tattoos. Dang. I've been catfished. He sat down across from me and started talking.

"So that's how I lost my big toe." He finished his third horrific story of the night. I was currently on a date with a guy who had nine toes and two nipple piercings. I didn't ask about his nipples, apparently this was just the way he initiated small talk.

"You know," He continued, "You're really cute."

"Um, thanks." I contemplated running out for what felt like the fiftieth time.

"Aren't you glad I'm not him?" He held up his phone, a picture of the guy from his profile on the screen. Honestly, no. I wasn't even going to pretend to like this guy. I opened my mouth to respond when a person appeared at the side of our table, seemingly from nowhere. "Why do you have that picture of me?" The man at the side of our table asked. He had- well, you read the previous description.

"What?" Micheal asked.

"I'm Nico." He said. "And you have a photo of me on your phone. Tell me why or I will call the police."

"Ah!" Micheal laughed. "Hahaha, it's a funny story. I found it online and you're really hot. So I stole your photo so I could go out with good looking people."

"I probably would've still gone out with you, I would just get to skip the extreme distrust I got from being catfished." I said.

"Also," Nico's voice raises just slightly, "Why would you take my picture? Not just that it's me, but that you took someone else's photo in general."

After about six minutes of Nico berating Micheal, he got tired and left, leaving Nico and I alone.

"Ugh. What a jerk." Nico shook his head.

"But I'm honored that someone so beautiful would go out with fake me." Aw, he thought I was beautiful.

"You're handsome. And fun. And you just made a catfish go away. I'd date real you any day." I said before I really processed what I was saying.

"Are you asking me out?" Nico's 'road work ahead' smirk returned. I was about to deny meaning anything when Nico said, "Because, if you are, I'd say yes. Call me." He handed me his number and walked back to his table to finish his spaghetti in this way-too-sexy lighting.