Chapter 12: Mostly confident.

"How do I look?" Mateo asked, grinning at himself in the mirror.

"You look great..." I lied. He looked like he stepped out of a cliche high school movie.

"You look like an idiot," Alvaro laughed, "pull your pants up, mi hijo. Why is your underwear showing?"

Mateo was dressed in a burned orange T, black baggy pants that hung low and a baseball cap. "It's hip." He defended, looking down at himself.

"Dios mío! Jane do something," Alvaro said, putting me on the spot. "Tell him if you were a girl you would never be impressed by that."

"Hey!" I exclaimed, "I am a girl."

Mateo laughed and Alvaro rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean," he said.

I walked over to Mateo's closet and found a grey v- neck shirt. I walked over to him and pulled the hat off his head, ruffling his hair around. "Put this shirt on and maybe pull the pants up. This isn't a movie made in 1999 about high school students."

Mateo chuckled pulling off the bright traffic cone t-shirt and throwing it on the bed. "I gu