CTTO: hup1hty
One of your fondest memories was when you were 6, you were playing hide and seek in a donkey pen with your best friend Camilo. You had chased each other around and fallen onto each other in a pile. That day marked the anniversary of his Tio Bruno's leaving. It was a very hard day for everyone in town, especially the Madrigal's. He had cried into your shoulder as you held him in front of his uncle's room. As you pulled him tighter, you promised yourself that you would never leave him.
All that changed when one day, your strict father decided your rebellious behaviour wouldn't cut it anymore. When you were 10, he sent you off to an elite boarding school that would shape you into a young woman. As you took the train to your new home, you hugged Camilo just as you had all those years ago, promising him that you would be back.
Bells rang and flags were raised up high. Decorations covered Encanto, marking your arrival. Camilo had woken up with the sun, giddy and ready to make this day perfect for his childhood best friend. The whole town was awake too, as your father was known throughout Encanto as one of Abuela's closest friends.
Trumpets sounded and people clapped as you walked into Encanto. They had formed an aisle for you to walk through, your family and the Madrigal's waiting at the end. Your face was covered by a large sunhat and your figure was that of a graceful young woman's. Camilo's jaw dropped as you took your sunhat off and shook your hair. You were absolutely stunning.
Your childhood bullies nearly drooled at the sight of you, your eyes glowing in the sun. Dropping your luggage on the ground, you spotted Camilo, his hands still clapping. Running towards him, you jumped into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder as he held you up.
"It's so good to see you!" you practically yelled as he put you down. "Yeah, you too," he responded half-heartedly, watching nearly half a dozen people race to get your dropped luggage. You knew that you had a major glow up and that now you were a beautiful young woman, but you hadn't expected the town to act like this upon your arrival.
---------- The Next Day -----------
You woke up to the sound of birds chirping, and looked out of your window curiously. You saw a pack of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers waiting outside your front door. Still in your pajamas, you walked to the door and looked at the gifts. "From Camilo" they read. You smiled to yourself, when you were younger you had a crush on the shapeshifter, and seeing him trying to win your affections would make your younger self smile.
You were about to close the door when Camilo suddenly appeared on your doorstep. Turning around, you see that he was holding a guitar and trying to hold a rose in his mouth. Giggling to yourself, you lean against the doorway with your brow raised, waiting to see what he'd do.
Camilo spat the rose out sheepishly and started singing You knew that he had a wonderful voice, but you hadn't realised how puberty had hit him. He went from a high pitched soprano to having a calming and deep voice. Although you wouldn't admit it, your heart would always ache when you thought of him at your boarding school, always wondering what he was doing at that moment.
After he was done singing, you exchanged a flirty conversation with him before closing the door on his face. After all, you had just returned and didn't want to make your father mad at you. Sighing, you held the rose to your nose and leaned against your door.
A few hours later, you were surrounded by hormonal teenage boys, each trying to win your love. They recited bad pickup lines and tried to impress you with cringy poetry. The only boy that really mattered, though, was Camilo. He had become disheartened from looking at how many suitors you had acquired overnight. After listening to some random boy's sappy story about love at first sight, you sat next to your childhood friend.
"I liked your song this morning," you said, hoping for a response.
Camilo muttered a small thanks before looking up at you. Without warning, he pulls you in for a kiss. It was short, and lasted for barely 5 seconds. After pulling away, his eyes widened,
"Oh my god I don't know why I did that oh my god-"
You cut him off with another kiss, smiling at how nervous he became.
"I promised I'd come back." You whispered, resting your head on Camilo's shoulder as your hands intertwined.
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