Harana: Camilo x Reader

CHAPTER SIX

𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

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     "Hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you pissed off an influential family? A) beg for forgiveness, B) move to a different country, or C) die?"

     Lucia raised a brow at the girl who was seated on his crate with a serious expression on her face. He leisurely moved his hand towards her basket but she only slapped his fingers away, "Answer the question first!" She stressed with her arms crossed. Lucia retracted his arm, rubbing the hand that she struck. "Come on, Y/N, the Madrigals-" He stopped himself, he noticed her shoulders tensing at the sheer mention of the family, "I didn't- I wasn't talking about them." She denied. He rolled his eyes at her, he guessed that he just had to play along. "Fine, the hypothetical influential family are literally everywhere." He said, air quoting the word hypothetical.

     "So option b, move to a different country?" Y/N pressed the side of her face against her palm as if she was actually considering this plan. She moved to Colombia so why not move again? Lucia lowly chuckled, "As if you would leave me behind." He joked- the two had grown considerably close, he would go far as to assume that he was her only friend at the moment, kind of sad but it's the truth. Y/N glared at him; if one thing he learned from this little gremlin was that she could be stubborn when she wanted. "Try me." She challenged with her cheeks puffed. Lucia poked her nose and whispered, "Do the right thing."

     Y/N groaned, "Alright, I'll do option a then c." Lucia gave her a toothy grin and she almost smiled back until he decided to tease her. "Aww, baby's growing up so fast." He cooed as reached for her hair. Y/N stopped him by shoving a pan de coco in his mouth. "Shut up, Lucia."

     The conversation she had with Lucia was a much-needed one; she knew what she had to do, she just needed to hear it from someone else. Once she went back to her house, she removed her loafers and set them aside on the doorstep- she braced herself from what was about to come. Holding her breath, she went inside the house to see that Julieta, Mirabel, and Francisco were already conversing.

     Julieta only visited occasionally, it was always when she needed to observe Leonora's progress. While Leonora did look fuller than before, she was still underweight and her skin remained pale. "Is she eating the arepas I gave regularly?" Y/N heard Julieta ask- the healing process was taking longer than she expected. Francisco pinched the bridge of his nose, a mild headache forming around his temple, "I did exactly as instructed."

     Y/N waited to the side, close enough to hear everything that was being said. Ever since she started busying herself, she spent less and less time with her mother. Julieta nodded thoughtfully, "If you observed anything new, tell us right away." Y/N watched Julieta and Mirabel gather their belongings. She clenched and unclenched her fists, soothing herself before calling, "Mirabel?" The girl perked at her name being mentioned, she looked at Y/N doe-eyed. "Can I talk to you... please?" Mirabel turned to Julieta who smiled at her, motioning her hand for Mirable to go. Francisco guided Julieta out, once he saw her off, he returned to his room to give the two girls some space.

     Y/N led Mirabel to their couch, her heart was racing and she was looking anywhere that isn't the girl sat beside her. "I just want to apologize," she trailed off, her sweaty palms laid on her skirt. "I wasn't the best version of me that day we first met." Mirabel smiled at her, placing a comforting hand on top of her own, "Hey, it's okay, I understand." She really did- the poor thing moved from a different country to save her dying mother, and she didn't know anyone and anything about magic till now. "Really? I- thank you." Y/N stuttered, the weight on her chest slowly opening up. Was it supposed to be this easy? Of course not, her mind was still plagued by the unpleasant memories she had with Mirabel's cousin.

     "How's Camilo?" She finally asked. It didn't feel right to say his name, she felt like she didn't earn it yet. Mirabel frowned; she thought of her cousin and how he had been greatly affected by their encounters- he was shifting less and less ever since. "To be honest with you, he didn't take it well." Y/N bit her lip and shrunk on her seat, "I understand, especially by the way I acted towards him that night." Mirabel scrunched her eyebrows at her, giving her a confused look.

     Y/N's eyes widened- He didn't tell anyone. Her heart unexpectedly fluttered at the thought. She was so worried that the whole family had turned on her but the fact that he kept this very personal moment a secret made her feel weird to the stomach. "Oh god." The realization dawned on her, she gripped on her skirt as she bit the insides of her cheeks. Mirabel wanted to reach for her but she chose not to, she didn't want to overstep her boundaries.

      Y/N broke the silence by laughing weakly, "I was just so startled to see myself through him that I didn't even consider what he was feeling." Y/N looked at Mirabel's hazel eyes through her thick glasses. "Will you help me make it up to him?" She asked wholeheartedly. Mirabel softened, nodding ever so slightly, "Okay, you can count on me."

     Y/N led Mirabel up the stairs until they reached her bedroom door. It was a good thing that she was cleaning excessively during these past few days or else Mirabel would have seen a mess. Everything was organized neatly, the bedsheets didn't have a crinkle to them, and the floor was waxed smooth. Mirabel sat on the bed while Y/N pull out a bunch of cards and a fountain pen, "So what exactly did I agree to?" The curly-haired teen asked, looking at Y/N who was already lying on her stomach. She placed the ink on a nearby nightstand, explaining, "I'm going to write him a note and you would deliver it to him."

      "Why don't you just talk to him?" Mirabel questioned, positioning herself so that she was facing Y/N. "What if he doesn't want to see me? This is the safest option." Mirabel snorted- it wasn't the easiest but it was the cheesiest. She didn't bother asking anymore, she just watched Y/N do calligraphy on the cards, trying to make it look as pretty as possible. Although it wasn't as relaxing as Mirabel thought it would be since Y/N kept on scrapping her notes and shooting them into the bin.

     A few minutes later, she slammed her head on the soft mattress, muttering in a muffled voice, "This is hopeless." All the sentences she could come up with wouldn't suffice, she wanted it to be sincere. Mirabel giggled, patting Y/N on back, "It doesn't have to be perfect, you know." She picked out the remaining card that wasn't crumpled, reading the note out loud, "I'm sorry, we got off on the wrong foot." Albeit the tone is a bit stiff, Camilo wasn't a poet either. "This one is okay." Mirabel hummed, the way the note was written was enough to cover up the roboticness of her words. Y/N moved her hair away from her face, a hopeful look in her eyes, "You think so?" It was the same look Camilo gave her before the disaster happened.

     The waiting game. The days seemed to be longer and she couldn't focus on anything else. When before, she dreaded the day a Madrigal would visit their house, now it was the complete opposite. She bolted out of her room as soon as she saw Mirabel through her window. Francisco already had the basket in his arms, he took notice of a note placed directly in the middle. Mirabel raised a finger, she was about to object when she saw him plucked the note out.

     "Meet me-" Y/N cut her father off by stumbling down the stairs, she raced to him and snatched the note out of his grasp. "Pa, that's mine!" Y/N exclaimed through labored breaths, she turned her back to her father so she could read the note by herself.

     'Meet me at the garden? - C. M.' At the bottom was tomorrow's date and the time when they will meet up. His penmanship was neat and she could see an outline of an erased doodle. It was a winking face. Y/N was oblivious to the fact that both Francisco and Mirabel could see the stupid smile forming on her lips.