His Mariposa (Camilo Madrigal x Filipina!Reader)

CHAPTER 3

They sat around the table and of course the heads of the families started the more formal conversations. Antonio was chatting loudly over the table at Butch, who sat across from him. Y/N sat across Camilo and was either focusing on her food, listening to Mirabel explain things about the Encanto, asking questions, then telling her brother to eat his food in their language. But in all the time she sat in front of Camilo, she never directly addressed him. Only giving small smiles before looking away. She even answered questions Luisa and Isabela asked from the other end of the table but never did she strike a conversation with Camilo. 

Never... or at least until now. She was looking him straight in the eye, a blank expression on her face. He raised a cocky eyebrow, happy that she finally paid attention to him.

"Si, señorita?", he asked. 

"Staring is rude", She said curtly before turning to Tia Julieta, "This Pescado Frito is magnificent, Señora Julieta", she said with a bright smile.

"Aye, Graci. Here, mija, have some seconds", Camilo perked up, his curls bouncing on his head.

"What? She gets seconds and I don't?", Dolores elbowed him hard, his cousins laughed, his parents, tio, and tia rolled their eyes, and Abuela was sending him a stern look. 

"Ow! What?", he whined at Dolores. She just rolled her eyes, shook her head, and continued eating. He rolled his eyes back at her and saw that Y/N was glaring at him before telling Tia Julieta that she was full to the brim.

The rest of lunch happened with chatter across the table but only confused looks and quick glares were shared between the two sixteen-year-olds sitting across each other.

When everyone was finished, Y/N offered to do the dishes but Abuela insisted that since she was a guest and being welcomed into Encanto, she do no such thing and that Mirabel and Julieta can handle the kitchens. So, with a heavy heart (and stomach), Y/N followed everyone to the open-roofed sala to let their food digest. 

"Where are we gonna stay, Tay?",  Camilo overheard. He was going back and forth from the kitchens and the table outside to deliver the empty plates.

"I don't know, hija", Señor Ernesto replied. 

"You won't need to worry about that, amigo", Tio Agustin said with a smile, "But, we adults have to talk", he was talking to Y/N now. She replied with a small 'Pero' but watched as her father and his uncle walked up to Abuela's room.

"Y/N, WE'RE GONNA PLAY IN ANTONIO'S ROOM", Butch ran past her with Antonio. She sighed. She was alone now.

She looked around the house, everyone seemed to be busy. Everyone except Camilo who was watching her from the hammock. Y/N scowled at him again and went outside.

Camilo frowned. What does she have against him? Always glaring and scowling at him but smiling at everyone else. He decided to confront her, hopping off the hammock. He marched to an open window and peeked outside. There she was, her eyes closed as she basked in the high noon sun, a small smile on her lips. She looked so peaceful. She looked pretty when she wasn't scowling. Camilo leaned on the window frame and didn't take his eyes off her.  Her smile then dropped and she sighed. She opened her eyes and squinted at him under the bright light.

"What is it with you and staring at me?", she said.

"What is it with you and scowling at me?", Camilo retaliated. Y/N squinted at him more and scoffed before stomping back inside to where their luggage was. She sat on the nearest suitcase and crossed her arms in front of her. Camilo followed with his hands in his pockets and whistling some off-key tune. He stopped right in front of Y/N. He stared at her with a smile but still kept whistling. Y/N stared him down with a scowl and didn't blink. Camilo accepted the challenge and also didn't blink, still not stopping his annoying whistling. Y/N squinted at him and he wiggled his eyebrows, smirking into his whistle.