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Locked with you

As Camilo and I attempted to open the door, a sense of unease settled over us. Despite our efforts, the casita remained stubbornly sealed shut, leaving us trapped in the kitchen with no immediate escape route. "Casita, open the door!" Camilo called out, his voice mixed with a hint of desperation, but to no avail.

"Looks like the casita has something up its sleeve," Camilo remarked, his worry noticable .I couldn't help but feel a twinge of awkwardness, considering the recent revelation of our mutual crushes. "Well, this is awkward," I admitted, the weight of the situation pressing down on us.

"It's okay, I'm sure we'll figure something out," Camilo reassured me, though his uncertainty was evident. With no clear plan of action, we sat in uneasy silence, the quietness of the kitchen clearing up the discomfort of our current situation ."Hey, are you okay?" Camilo asked, his concern breaking the silence.

"It's just... strange and kind of creepy," I confessed, trying to mask my growing unease. As minutes turned into what felt like hours, a sudden noise startled us, causing me to instinctively cling to Camilo for comfort. "What was that?" I asked, my voice betraying my anxiety.

"It's probably just Tonito's animals or something," Camilo reasoned, his attempt at reassurance doing little to calm my nerves. "Oh, sorry," I mumbled sheepishly as I released my grip on him, attempting to regain my composure.

"No worries, you can stay like that if you want," Camilo offered with a grin, his attempt at easing the tension falling flat . "Now's really not the time for that," I replied, my annoyance bubbling to the surface.

As the minutes dragged on, tiredness began to set in, revealing a loud yawn from me. "You should get some sleep," Camilo suggested, his voice gentle as he guided my head onto his lap. Despite my thoughts telling me not to , exhaustion soon overcame me, and I drifted off to sleep to the sound of Camilo's soothing voice.

When I awoke, I found myself still snuggled in Camilo's lap, his peaceful slumber making me smile at his state . Gently patting his forehead, I couldn't help but admire his features, his calm expression softened by sleep. With a brief tap on his nose, to wake him up , I rose to my feet, determined to find a solution to our dilemma.

"Casita?" I called out, relieved when it responded with a faint squeak. "She sounds weak," I observed sadly, a string of sympathy tugging at my heart. "Maybe we can help her open the door," I suggested, hopeful that if we work togther a good result would come.

With new determination, Camilo and I worked together, pulling at the door with all our strength. And then, finally, with one last tug, the casita relented, allowing us to escape the kitchen..