𝖋𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘 • 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔬 𝔵 𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

part8

(dolores is probably sobbing in the background of this chapter she doesnt deserve to hear how gay this is also im so tired i cant wait to sleep, so this is kinda a filler chapter because id rather get into the 'meeting the family' tomorrow bcs i will be able to be awake for longer cos its a friday yasss)

yawn.
i wake up, to a camilo staring up at my face, playing with my hair.
" goodmorning, sunshine " he whispers quietly. i dont think, personally, the best way to wake up is someone speaking to me. i always get so irritated with the sound of peoples voices, when i can barely recognise anything going on around me, but on that note, my face erupted into a blush. i guess he changes my opinion, or maybe the sound of a baby screaming or my father telling me to wake up is just something specific i can't stand.

"i really dont think it's morning, 'milo." i whisper back.

"well, no. it's 4pm. if it'll make you feel better, good afternoon, sunshine. " he smiles , still running his hands through my hair. "you look cute when you sleep. " not intentionally very creepy, came across abit weird, though i know what he means.

"oh? how long have you been awake?" i ask, smirking abit. he's very funny.

" not... long. totally. " he averts his eyes from my eyes, where he was making eye contact before.

" hmmm, okay. sure. did you sleep well? are you feeling better at all?" i change the subject.

"mmm, i slept well with you here, and i feel abit better, thank you alot for being here for me, i appreciate it a lot, like it means so much, really." he pulls me abit closer to him, not like forcefully but you know how when you feel abit anxious you automatically go closer to the person you trust the most? like that.

"shh, don't thank me, like i just want you to be okay, you know? its really not something to thank for, you deserve so much more than feeling like that." i cuddle his head into my chest, "i just think you're great."

"shut upppp gay ass" although i can't see his face, you can hear the smile in his voice. he is so cute jrfhjd. "do you ever think about, like, what would happen if one day, a specific animal just, like, dissapeared. like, you see like, birds every day. what if all birds just dissapeared, including chickens and stuff." he asks. i love out-of-nowhere conversations, because you can talk about them forever, and the fact he constantly asks questions like this just makes me so happy.

"no, i havent, but, i think if they did just dissapear, it would be a disaster, for example like farmers rely on animals like that and thered be a huge collapse in the market for meat, prices of beef and other meats would be hiked up, and anyone that does have pre-packed chicken, or other bird, would be able to sell it for a lot of money. and also there would be an overrun of worms or whatever birds eat." this is a great question, very thoughtful. to be honest im not sure whether these questions are a nervous response or if he is genuinely thinking about these sorts of things, but i guess answering his question would make him feel better either way.

"yeah! thats what i was thinking, but like, if you HAD chicken pre-packed, i bet the government would be all like 'give it to us for inspection' so thered be like a bird black market trade. that'd be funny." he laughs a bit at the end of his sentence. " do you wanna paint with me? " he asks. mega gay activity.

i hesitate for a second, before saying "you know what? yes, yes i do. "

"hmm okay" he gets out from my cuddle and opens a drawer at the end of his bed, collecting paper and paints , and we go and sit on his little theatre stage. (i think i explained his room in a past chapter go re-read if ur confused lol) he gives me the paper and puts the paints onto a little palette, cute.

"i didnt know you were a little artist!" i say, melting at the image, while we start painting.

"i'm not really, i just like, enjoy it. it's fun." he says. i smile.

"doesnt matter, you're still my little artist." cute ass mf.

i watch him do the strokes on the paper, and, ill be honest, not exactly the next picasso, but the fact he enjoys it is just like, so good to me. especially when earlier he said he wasnt even sure what he enjoyed, well, im sure he figured out one of the things he does, because he is incredibly immersed in what he's doing; that means a lot to me. i guess, you could say, he means a lot to me. i mean, who knows what a few days could do to you, when this was really love at first sight. he's just so, great. and, i knew that when i met him with my gay ass panic. fuck those books man, made me believe in love and shit. im sure if i was immersed in something less sappy and gay i would not be such a twink. screams.

"like what you see?" he catches me staring.

"yes. yes i do."

we finished our paintings and, well, i must say i am flattered with what he drew.

(i make 3 for each outfit, if u chose a custom one then L u are left out sorry <3)

(i hope you like them. i think theyre great /s)

"that is SO gay you love me so bad." i feel a massive squeal coming along like not to be a 12 year old girl at a concert but i wanna squeal like NJVGIFRIJVGFVNJF its so CUTE "no but for real i am actually melting this is adorable i adore you you're so sweet??? like??? i am in disbelief this is so. best thing anyones ever done for me for real. like." i hug him, and bury my face in his shoulder, i am blushing so hard right now.

very gay antics.

(lol i hope u enjoyed this chapter took me so much longer than usual and its only a filler gjtrfk)