⚡Thunder-Matthew

You and Mateo were a couple a year and a half ago. You were both very famous singers in Argentina and your fans loved you.

You and Mateo were very different, practically opposites. Mateo was a real thug, he loved smoking weed, going out to party and stuff like that. Meanwhile, you were really posh, a daddy's girl who liked the color pink, dresses and always being perfectly styled. Sometimes people wondered how someone like you ended up dating someone like Mateo.

Because you always walked so perfectly, from the day you met he thought you were like a little doll, and that's where your favorite nickname, "my little doll," was born. Most of the time he called you that and you died of love.

Yesterday, Mateo and you had a really stupid argument. You argued because you were a little jealous of him sometimes. Then, you went to bed angry, and you didn't speak to him for the rest of the night.

It was already a new day and since you were still angry with him, no matter how hard he tried you wouldn't talk to him. You had things to do so you got ready while Mateo watched you walk from one place to another.

Mateo didn't want you to leave, much less alone. But no matter how much he tried to talk to you, you didn't respond.

After a few hours you were ready to leave, you grabbed your purse. And Mateo just watched you sitting on the bed until he said to you:

"Come on, doll, don't be like that, come here."

He said while pointing at his lap for you to sit there. He knew that nickname would kill you and that this time you were going to answer something.