Waking Up in Mystic Falls

Mission Impossiblè: Part Deux

So for like a millisecond I felt super confident in the mission and then... we parked the car. All that gas that was hyping me up? GONE. Why was I confident to begin with? Matty Blue Blue and I are both human. HUMAN. AS IN KILLABLE. Like anything can kill us. Had he been a bad driver, we'd been BOOM: DEAD. Had we been allergic to latex with the amount of that shit lying in this ambulance, it'd have been a slow death but best believe death was coming!!! SHIT I COULD DIE RIGHT NOW FROM THE ANXIETY IM GIVING MYSELF!!

"Catia are you okay?" Why he asking that? Obviously I'm good!

"Yeah. Yes. Yup. Why would I not be okay, Matt? Mmm like we got this in the bag. I have a plan!" Right the plan. What was the plan again? My genius plan that got us here.

"Alright how about we take some deep breaths before we make any giant moves?" Giant moves? Anything we do next is giant! Because our lives are so miniscule and whatever we do next will indicate just how miniscule they are!!!

"I know how to breath Matt. It's only human, just like US!!" Expendable. That's the word, if ever a word represented us right now, it would be that one.

"Yeah you haven't taken a breath since I parked the car. So here's what I'm gonna do for you, I'm gonna play your favorite song for you. What's your favorite song?" Maybe he's right. I should breath. Like all the way down to my asshole. That's how big my breaths need to be. In. Out. In. Out. In. Oh my god what the fuck is the next step?!! Im gon need the song.

"Hips Don't Lie."

"Really?" Is he really judging my song choices. What he got against Shakira? What he got against hips? Hips that do not lie? This is an ICONIC song, that will 100 percent stand the test of time. But I ain't got time to beef with Matt if I aint get this breathing all the way down to my bootyhole.

"Are you gonna play the song or not?!" He quickly connects his bluetooth and soon I'm soothed by Wyclef Jean. Just like that, my breath finds its way to my butthole and my hips begin to shake.

"Oh baby, when you talk like that, you make a woman go mad." YASSSS this is my motherfucking song!!! I'm up now and your bitch got moves if I do say so myself, and your boi Matty Blue Blue is shooketh, as he damn well should be.

"Matt, show me what you got." If we gon die we should at least dance one last time. I aint about to go out, wack and dry as fuck. One last dance should leave me good.

"I can't do what you're doing. You're literally breaking your hips." His eyes wide. Like I said shooketh. I know he ain't seen this latin spice around here.

"You don't need to do what I do. You just need to FEEL IT." I say grabbing on to his hips, and he closes his eyes. He straight up looks like he summoning the ancient lords of belly dancing, but when they popped open again my boy gave me a BODY ROLL, I will readily admit that I was not expecting that, today, tomorrow, or in a hundred years. This wasn't no Matty Blue Blue this had to be Trevor Banks.

"YASSSSS BITCH!!!!" Trevor Banks and I popped off in the ambulance. I know that if we make it out alive we are definitely going to Drag Night. Just as my boy and I getting in sync, the music cuts and the phone starts ringing. It's Damon's dusty ass. Matt picks up cause I would just let him go to voicemail, killing my party like that.

"Why aren't you in the building yet? We've seen the ambulance at the edge of the frame for like 5 minutes now." Is he rushing me? Cause I know, he. Not. Rushing. Me.

"Ughh we've been... preparing." Matt answers.

"Yes.. preparing."

"Well how long does it take to prepare?" Honestly everything Damon ever says is beyond irritating.