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MARIA POV
As more people filled into the Casita, I get more memories of this place when I was little. I remember when Camilo got his gift, and what happened at Mirabel's ceremony.
I really wanted to tell them that it was me. Maria Oliver Lopez, their best childhood friend, but for some reason, every time I thought about telling them- I would push it away and "save it for another time."
I stood someplace in the back. It was next to a bunch of hats. There weren't many people in the corner either.
I leaned on the wall. I wanted nothing more than to be left alone, and yet I wanted to talk to someone at the same time.
I noticed the glowing candle from the dark window had vanished, and Senõra Alma had started speaking. She was holding the candle, waiting at the top of the staircase.
"For fifty years, this candle blessed us with a miracle." I didn't care to listen to the rest of the speech. I zoned out. Until there was a spotlight on someone, I thought it was Antonio, because this was his ceremony after all.
The crowd was silent, until a slightly taller figure walked out from behind the curtains that were hiding them. Who is that? I could only see the top of their head. Mirabel? I thought that she was in the kitchen? Maybe she just moved there before I noticed.
As I watched Antonio and Mirabel make their way up the stairs, I couldn't look away. Antonio was practically hiding behind Mirabel, and she hadn't gotten a gift, so this must have been hard for her. Just to remember how it was on her night.
I zoned out again. Probably because everything was so quiet, it was easy to zone out when you try to focus on something, but it's so quiet that you can't.
I was shaken back to reality when people started cheering and walking towards the newly carved door. I didn't follow the crowd, and apparently so did a certain shapeshifting boy.
Camilo scanned the room, when he finally found me, we were alone. I turned my head to the side quickly when we made eye contact. Hoping that he would ignore me and go upstairs with the rest of his family.
Instead of leaving, like I hoped he would, Camilo walked over to me. He looked concerned and angry almost, but there was a certain sparkle in his eyes. He wanted this to happen.
"hello, Querida. Why would a beautiful woman like you, be all alone on an event like this?" He said as he got closer to my face, making my blush maybe just a bit harder than I wanted to admit. "Aww, I make you blush! How cute." Camilo exclaimed sarcastically.
"Mhm... yeah, okay um... imma go join the party now." I say, trying to find a way to get away from him. Camilo just got closer, and closer, until he was only centimeters away from my face. I could feel his breath against my face. Why does he look so... angry?
"Hey now, you can go, in a little bit." Camilo said, kind of harshly. He wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked kind of upset. Although, I didn't know why.
I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. It's not like I didn't enjoy being around him. He was so... pretty, even when he was mad. But right now, I wanted to go find Mirabel and talk to her.
Camilo pressed his lips against mine harshly. I could feel his hard, angry breaths on my skin and I leaned into it. Just like that, I had forgot what I wanted to do. I was losing my mind, like I couldn't think straight. After a few seconds, he pulled and in a sign that I could go. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't. I was planted there, frozen, the kiss still hanging and lingering on my lips.
I blinked. He was walking away. I ran to him again, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him in forcefully, again. I wasn't thinking. He just tried to ignore me, but I was following him everywhere.
He tried to go up the stairs, but even Casita seemed to want him to stay there. The stairs disappeared. Tiles were now moving us toward each other. Pushing both me and Camilo forcefully together.
We crashed into one another. Falling to the ground. I found myself ontop of Camilo. I quickly got up, and offered to help him up. He took my hand, and pulled himself up. He didn't let go of my hand though, he just kept it with him.
Camilo looked at our hands intertwined together. His eyes seemed to soften at the sight, like he was comfortable knowing that I was right there with him at that very moment.
"I'm sorry... I was just upset because, well..." he hesitated before responding. "I couldn't find you during the ceremony. I guess I just thought that you, well, might have gotten hurt or something and... I just...." he stopped before he could finish. Looking up at me, finally making eye contact. "I just really wanted to be near you."
I giggled softly. "I thought that it would've made you uncomfortable... I'm sorry."
"It's alright, mi vida, do you wanna go to the party now? My family is probably looking for me right about now..." Camilo looked back at me, almost apologetically.
I stared into his hazel-green eyes before responding. "Sure, I'm just warning you that I'm known as the wallflower of all parties that I attend. Like, I get cup-guarding duty kind of wallflower." I teased him. Camilo pulled me into a tight hug. He squeezed my body closer to mine as I melted into his soft touch. "You give really good hugs..." I mumbled. Sort of hoping that he didn't hear.
"Thank you, amor. You give the best hugs I've ever had the pleasure of receiving." Camilo talked all fancy-like before letting go of me. Casita seemed to like our actions. It built the staircase up to the entrance of the room again, allowing us to walk up peacefully. No sliding or crashing into one another again.
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