𝖋𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘 • 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔬 𝔵 𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

part5

i go and sit with the kids, as he had also peaked my interest telling his story, he seems like he enjoys telling it so much with the look on his face, so i just like, had to watch. i feel like a child though. Sitting with children, watching a storyteller tell a story. But like who cares the storyteller is my husband mans gotta watch his shows yknow?? its respectful and if im tryna get close and wife up this man then a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do.

i stare up at camilo and am immediately immersed, his way of storytelling is so interesting, yet it seems like he's already quite near to the end of his story, if i didnt already know the story he's telling then i'd probably have a hard time understanding what's going on, but since my dad is so immersed in their family drama i immediately caught on. he's telling the story of that time his house literally fell apart, quite funny, probably very traumatising though. i listen to his story, letting my mind calm.

"and then, BAM! the floor split in half between my abuela and my prima. " he acts out abuela being all mimimimi shout shout ' ur fault!!' and then mirabel being like ' no ur fault!'

(yall know what happens mans is jus gonna skip to the house climbing shit)

"so i, " he changes into the form of mirabel, " ran to the candle, to prevent it from blowing out with the house falling, and of course my super cool cousins were all like, trying to help and running after, especially camilo he was like super cool and helpful it was like super cool of him i mean i am so grateful honestly hes really the true hero of the story" hes obviously joking and its very funny. " but anyway, i grabbed the candle, and then, casita collapsed." he went silent to add effect.

"well, i didnt die because casita saved me, was super cool to be honest. Anyways, then, me and abuela were all like 'hug hug make up we are friends now'" he changed back to his form. "then, town helped us rebuild casita, and it gained its power back. The end." he really rushed the ending, before i sat with them he was really in detail but i guess he got bored. the kids clap and go off to do their respective things, like play hide and seek or whatever they do.

"Hi!" i waved at him. my mood had kinda changed after seeing him, which is like... super weird. i didnt wanna see him but now i see him i don't wanna leave.

"Hey pretty boy!" he takes my hand and kisses it.

"you're in one of those moods today, arent you?" i lick my hand to assert dominance. kiss my face next time loser. or ass. either works.

"oh? and you're not?" he points to my hand.

"i would do that in any mood dumbass" i laugh.

"you wanna kiss me so bad!" he exclaims, loudly, then out of realisation he blushes when some of the townsfolk look at him.

"but, see, you're the one who always talks about kissing me, so is it me that wants to kiss you or is it just wishful thinking mi vida?" i flirt, and start walking out of town. Like a lost puppy, camilo follows me.

"it is NOT wishful thinking! you just licked your hand after i kissed it!" he whisper-shouts.

"prove it! and even if i DID, which i DIDNT, it wouldve been to make you not do it again, honestly its embarassing if you'd assume someone that did that would want to kiss you. sorry to break your heart though, 'milo!"  i laugh, and he swiftly changes the subject.

"where are you going?" he asks.

"i think you mean WE, and i have no idea. exploring i guess?" i say.

"sounds fun! also, its cute when you include me in the things you're doing" he smiles. it felt kindof like a half joke, and im now like lowkey blushing because he was like only half joking, probably, i dont know im not a psychologist but it was like kinda so like UGH you know when you feel it???? ya. thats it.

"oh? well i guess I'M gonna stop including you then." i teased " you're such a flirt."

"only for you pretty boy" he smirks

"you're so gay ugh ur making me straight im gonna go kiss your mom, shes hot as hell" i snort.

"i've kissed my mother before so im pretty sure you're second hand kissing me and also my little brother which lowkey makes you a creep, you should just kiss me instead."

"second hand kisses arent real and if they were and you kissed me you'd also be kissing my BABY brother which would make YOU a creep." i smile at my own logic, kind of proud because i am just so smart.

"wow look at you go, thinking about kissing me!" my mouth drops at what he says, in an offended way.

"i hope you know while i thought of it the only thing that crossed my mind was throwing up, sorry to dissapoint you, again."

"oh you could never dissapoint me, mi mariposa" and we're back to this again.

"can we talk about normal teenage things instead of you thinking of making out of me every time i say a word?" i ask, half joking.

"hmm, okay. whats your favourite colour?"he asks

"(ur fav colour), its such a thoughtful colour you know? like you see it on someones clothing and it just like. wow. u have taste. and then it also suggests their personality too? colours are so interesting to me. but also, thats a question for a child, not a teenager, its kindof obvious im your only teenage friend" i snort.

"nice try on changing the subject to me after nerding out about a colour. my favourite colour is marigold yellow. its cute, reminds me of my mum abit." he's such a mamas boy.

"thats, like, adorable, i bet you still call your mama 'mami'. also, i was thinking about this like literally earlier, i thought your favourite colour would be mustard yellow or something, i was like really close. i know you so well after only like 2 days of knowing you, its no wonder you love me so bad."

"SHUT UP BRO I DO NOT CALL MY MAMI MAMI-wait. erm. anyw---"

" HAHA DUMB HOE I CAUGHT YOU YOU DO CALL HER MAMI STILL!" i wheeze.

"no because no, because, no thats simply not true and you cant prove it." he disputes.

"okay well perhaps i cant prove it, but your mother sure can, and also its not like i need to prove it if its only me who's going to make fun of you for it, mami's boy." i tease, as we walk up to a cute little river covered in greenery and flowers.  "oooh look at this pretty spot!" i gasp.

"that is quite pretty actually." camilo says, very infatuated with the area around him. i sit down infront of the river and put my hand in gently, watching as the water climbs and splashes around my hands. camilo sits next to me and does the same, putting his hand next to mine, our hands lightly touching. we sit there quietly and just watch in silence, until camilo got fed up with said silence, and decided he was going to make a mess instead. he splashes my hand with water, and due to my long sleeve shirt, my sleeve gets doused in water. the WORST feeling in the world. i let out a gasp and shout

"MILO YOU DUMB HOE MY SLEEVE IS GONNA BE ALL STICKY AND SHIT TO MY WRIST THATS SO GROSS AND ICKY!"

"aww you called me milo! coming up with cute nicknames now?" he laughs and splashes me again

"FIRST OFF, it was in a PANIC, SECOND OFF, take THIS bitch!" i splash him back.

"OH IT WONT JUST BE YOUR SLEEVE THATS WET WHEN IM FINISHED BITCH" he shouts, laughter encasing the both of us as we had a little water fight, with gross river water.