ᴍɪꜱᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢꜱ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

Day after day, Camilo had a certain time off where he would go check up on you seeing if you needed any help.
He came each day peeking from the corner of a wall, or sometimes he would hide behind a wagon, or sometimes a donkey. Sometimes he would shapeshift as someone else and walk past you, each day seeing that you didn't need help.

He slowly started to check up on you less and less as the days passed by seeing that you didn't need any help.

You look off to the side, towards a wagon, not seeing the familiar curly brown hair you would see most days peeking at you as you did your daily chores.

At first you were weirded out at the thought that he could've been stalking you, but your thoughts had been pretty even wrong one day when you were walking somewhere with way too much luggage on you. Camilo appeared out of nowhere and helped you out. The same thing happened two, maybe three more times, each time you wondered how he miraculously knew that you needed help, until one day you looked off into the distance seeing a head of curly brown hair with hazel eyes peek at you from the corner of a wall. Just as you blinked he disappeared.

At first you thought it was just your imagination, but these scenarios kept happening over and over until eventually you caught on. Purposely struggling with something as he walked up to you to help you out.

You thought it was cute at first, but Camilo only appeared after one failed attempt of you trying something, not letting you try it a second time.
It soon made you annoyed. Not being able to have a second try at something, who wouldn't be mad?
You wanted to prove to him that you could do things on your own, so you started to do things with the chance knowing that you wouldn't get another if you messed up once.

'I guess I drove him away.'  You think to yourself. You look back at the wagon Camilo normally hid behind then looked ahead sighing to yourself sighing as you continued to walk. You took your time to where you needed to go, you bought your groceries, grabbed a couple of books from the library, you decided to grab yourself a snack because you thought you deserved the treat.

It was a successful day as you made your way back to your house. It was half past noon as you carried a load of things in your arms. Your lips were pressed together as you looked above the bags in your hands trying to see the path in front of your.

You get on your tiptoes trying to see if that would help you see on top of the bags. You freeze in your pose thinking to yourself slowly planting both feet back on the ground as you look around. Embarrassed, you continued to walk but with a quicker pace hoping the ground would swallow you whole.

...

You sighed again looking up at the sky, you stopped walking looking back to see something drop out of the bag for what felt like the 10,000th time (it's happened 8 times), you slugging your way towards the books you dropped. It hurts your soul seeing the book on the ground like that.

Another book fell; your eye twitched. You squatted down reaching for the book that fell first as everything that was in your bag fell on the ground.

You stare at the groceries with a blank expression and a smile. Your lip twitches. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. 'Where's Camilo when you need him?' You asked yourself plopping on the ground in defeat.

People gave your weird stares as they walked past you. You stared at them back, too tired to care at this point. Staring at the sky you closed your eyes letting a little sigh out through your nose.

Because of the sun the inside of your eyelids were a bright red.
The vision became a dark brown as you slowly opened your eyes.

"You look like you need help." Camilo smiled looking down at you. He nodded his head placing his hands on his hips. "Please." You said, "I don't think you understand how happy I am right now to see you." You smiled once Camilo helped you get on your feet.