Being best friends with Mattheo Riddle is... interesting. For someone with such a bad reputation and ridiculous assumptions, that sometimes bordered exaggeration, made quite a few people question if you spend time with him willingly.

Little do they know, that when your smile is the brightest, is whenever you are with him. Unbeknownst to you, it's the exact same thing with Mattheo— the way his eyes light up whenever you share the same room, is often the reason to jest him, by Theodore and Lorenzo.

Catching up to you, Mattheo slips to his rightful spot; your side, walking next to you with his hands shoved in his pockets, on an attempt to keep his nervousness at bay and, hopefully, try to sound nonchalant and casual near you.

"So, do you wanna go to the Ball? As best friends, of course— because you and me are friends. The best of friends, and— damn it." Mattheo curses to himself, closing his eyes for a brief moment to somehow, regain some dignity.

Why does he have to be so tongue-tied next to you? If Mattheo Riddle wanted to rip out his hair when he realized the depth of his pining over you, then now he just wants to dig a hole and be buried in it.

"Not that you wouldn't have no one else to go, I bet that any lucky motherfucker here would be glad to take you— has someone invited you yet? I mean," Mattheo takes a deep breath: "I'd like if we went together. Going with another girl wouldn't be half as fun as being there with you, so... Yeah."

Nice work, Riddle. Mattheo resists the urge to facepalm and obliviate you for this sorry excuse of asking you out.