A Coincidence {Camilo x reader}

Getting Things Done

A Madrigal?
Why? Just why?

"Well this complicates things." you mutter to yourself.
"What's that, dear?" An old shopkeeper asks.
"Oh, nothing," you smile at her and look at the fresh plums she was selling, acting as if you weren't just looking at a boy. "Are these from here?" you ask, eager to switch the subject.
"Oh, yes, and right fresh! Mi marido and I picked them yesterday." she said, taking the bait.

"I'll take three, please."
"Thank you, dear," she says, packing them up into a small crate.

You eagerly look over your shoulder at the boy, who is still occupied by the kids, thankfully.

"Gracias!" you stumble out of the sidewalk into the market, hoping he didn't see you.

You greet the staff, looking for the maracuyá. As you search the fruit section for it, you keep muttering it underneath your breath.
"I know where the maracuyá is."
"Oh, thank you so much, señor." You start, and look to your left.

Sh*t. It was the boy.
"You're obsessed with me." you scoff, not letting him know your real thoughts.
He shrugs.  "Just want to help you find the passion fruit."

"Camilo, right?" you ask, as if you don't already know.
"Sí, y/n, correct?"
"Correct," you say, walking around the market as he follows you, looking over your shoulder.

"If you'll excuse me, this is my only free time out of the house, doing errands for my brother, and I really don't need my family finding out I'm seeing a boy."

A big grin emerges onto his beautiful face.

"So, we're seeing each other now?" he snickers.
You scoff.
"You know what I meant."
"Mmm, no, I really don't, y/n." he follows you towards the checkout desk.

"Sí, just these please."
"Gracias, señor." Camilo thanks the shopkeeper.
The two of you leave the market.
If you're being honest, it's not terrible to have a clingy boy who cares about you. He was comforting. His voice. His presence. Are you falling in love? No, that's not like you. You can't break.

"Here's the deal, Camilo." You decide to be straight-forward with him.
"Yes, tulipán?" he calls you. Tulipán?
You sigh. " I need to get things done. I'm already grounded, and I can't risk getting in anymore trouble. If you want to hang around, you can, but you have to stay low. If my brother or sister find out, I'm in huge trouble with my papa. I normally wouldn't care, but he's been stricter lately. You need to be careful or else I will have to suffer the consequences."

"Whatever you say, tulipán." he smiles at you.
"Okay, what is up with you? You're agreeing with everything I say."
"I've finally found my perfect partner. How could I possibly be not happy?"
"Ok, ok, I get it." you shrug. "You've finally met me. I'm the coolest person ever, so it makes sense you're star-struck."
"Uh, hold on," he says with a smug look on his face. "Who said you're cooler than me?"
"Joe."
"Who's Joe?"
You laugh. Too easy.
"Joe mama."
He looks confused.

"You see, y/n, my mama thinks I'm the coolest, so she'd never say that, especially about a girl she doesn't even know."
"I'm cooler. End of conversation." you shrug.
"If I could write you a song, to make you fall in love, I'd already have you up under my arm." he starts.
"Uh, yeah, sure." you roll your eyes.
"I didn't show you any tricks, so I hope that you like this," he whispers into your ear.
"I don't need your-"
"But you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me." he interrupts, placing a finger on your lips as if he's shushing you.
You take his finger off your mouth immediately to give him a piece of your mind.

"You got that magical gift just to hide your true personality, and you wear it around like you're cooler than me." you snap back.

"Aww, you think you can get back at me? Yeah, right. Well, you never say 'hey', or remember my name." he growls.
"And it's probably because you think you're cooler than me."

"See, Camilo, I got you all figured out. You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen."
"Yes, but so do you, mi reina."
You get confused.
"Remember, last night? What's the point of living if people don't like you?
You've gotta be more careful with what you say around people."
"Touché, Camilo." you smirk.

"What's left on your list?"
"My idiot of a brother is making me get his girlfriend a gift."
"What a loser." he agrees with you. "Let's get her flowers."
"Cliché. I like it." you say. "Do you know any good places around here?"
"I have just the spot, mi reina."

He leads you to down the town towards the Madrigal home.
Shoot.

You two continue walking until you reach the path that leads to the door.

"Camilo, I can't be with a Madrigal, so I certainly can't go in your house."
"It'll be worth it, I promise." he smiles.

As you enter in the door, this is your first time being inside the Madrigal house. It's gorgeous. Spacious. The design is just beautiful.
Camilo sees you admiring the house, realizing you've never been inside, and not everyone's house dances.
"Right, this is casita."
"It's huge." you say. (don't make dirty jokes with that guys i will kill you)

"ISABELA, I NEED YOU!" he yells, and a gorgeous girl with silky black hair arrives gracefully as ever.
"Ugh, what is it, Camilo?" she scoffs.
"We need you to make a bouquet of flowers for this lovely lady."

sorry to end it there, guys, hope you liked the song i snuck in there. (my fav song) it's 4am here so i'll update tomorrow! love u guys