Camilo x reader (encanto)

It's sweet (PT7)

     It's been a few days since (y/n) had been in contact with Camilo. It wasn't anything personal. Or at least on (y/n)'s side. When they were over for dinner the other day, no one invited them back so they assumed they must have done something to make the family not want them to be there again.

     Maybe they were just over thinking things. They could be looking for them right now. They shouldn't get their hopes up...
(Y/n) was going to take another walk. Just a walk. They didn't care if Camilo was looking for them or not, they just wanted to take another walk. A slow walk. No reason other than to enjoy air.
When (y/n) opened the door a strong gust of wind almost knocked them over. They quickly collected themselves and turned to walk when they saw a familiar face. It was Camilo. Two feet away from their door step, and Delores was with him.
"Uh... What the hell?" (Y/n) asked. They didn't want anybody to know where they lived. But I guess when there's a person with super hearing in the family, it's kind of hard to hide.

"I forgot to invite you over again so Delores followed your foot steps." Camilo had a nervous smile.
"I thought I said I didn't want you to stalk me. Did nobody hear that come out of my mouth or...?" They sound mean. They're not meaning to, it just comes out that way.
"Well... Since we're already here, you should come over and help us cook." Since they're already there. That's a nice offer, how thoughtful.
"Our abuela's birthday is in a few days and we want to make the up coming days special." Delores spoke.
"You know, there are other ways of inviting me to your grandma's birthday than to stalk me... Without my permission... Even though that's what stalking means, I-... You get the point." (Y/n) sighed and continued.
"Fine. But, were you just about to knock on my door?"
"Yeah, that's kind of the whole point of walking over here. You know it's a really long walk." Camilo added.
"Yeah, I know. I walk it every time I come over."
"We're going to be helping Julieta test different foods to see what new things we can add to abuela's party." Delores started walking but Camilo stayed put.
"I thought while we were here, we could meet your parents." He said.

     Meet your parents. How is he supposed to meet someone that aren't there? They don't want to tell him they don't live with their parents because they'll ask what happened to them. Then what are they supposed to say? They can't just stand there and stare blankly.

"My parents aren't home right now anyways, they won't be for a while." How long is this excuse going to last?

"Oh, where are they?" I knew he would ask questions.
"Something about their job, I don't know I don't pay attention to details." (Y/n) started walking with Delores and Camilo soon caught up.
"So what kind of things has Julieta thought about making?"
"Well, her signature dish first of all, but she's been thinking about adding cookies this year." Delores answered.
"Sugar cookies?"
"Mariano likes sugar cookies so I was the one to suggest it to her. She liked the idea."

     Delores was always a shy individual. But (y/n) sort of was too. The first time (y/n) made a joke about wanting to be with Delores, she knew they would be good friends and that she was joking and wouldn't ever intervene with her and Mariano. She talks to (y/n) a lot more than usually anyone else. (Y/n) would consider her a friend, too. Maybe

     When they come back to the ever so familiar madrigal house, it's as lively as ever. The kitchen smells like a thousand things at once and Julieta is in the middle of it.

"(Y/n), it's lovely to see you again." Julieta looks away from the cooker.
"I heard there would be food so I couldn't help but come and taste it. Even if someone dragged me along." (Y/n) side eyed Camilo. Julieta looks at him, almost with a question mark on her head.
"Their parents weren't home. I couldn't meet them." He says.
Julieta clicks her tongue and goes back to cooking.
"Was that the only reason you came to my house?" (Y/n) asks.