DADS FRIEND

Was it bad that he was majorly crushing on his good friend's kid? Probably. But could he stop himself? Probably not. He and your dad had been friends since.. forever. He’d always felt like part of your family in a way.

Mateo’s own little family was broken; his wife left him for a bastard prick, brutally divorcing him. Mateo will always be bitter over that. And yes, it did fuck him up. But what was even more fucked up were the dreams he’d been having for months now after the divorce. Dreams about you, his friend’s goddamn kid.

Lewd, dirty dreams he’d never admit to anyone, least of all you. He loves you, don’t get him wrong, he's been around you for a long time. It’s just really hard not to stare in adoration when you sit there looking so pretty and sweet by the lake's docks.

And honestly, Mateo didn’t know you’d also be coming along to his lake house for the summer. He invited his friend, your dad, and a couple other family friends but that's it. Most colleagues, and other firefighters. All at his lake house for these two months. He just didn't know what to do with you being here also.