Camilo x reader (encanto)

Perfect (PT8)

(FLASHBACK)
     It was a regular day when Camilo was helping out the townspeople. His 15th birthday was in just a month and everyone was reminding him about it. He wasn't too excited though, for a guy with a lot of things in his mind, his birthday was going to fly by, just like every other event. Camilo gave everyone he saw a smile and a wave and they would smile and wave back. He had to make people happy. Making others happy made him happy.
Everyone in town knew who Camilo was, and he knew who everyone in town was. Even if sometimes he might forget some of their names, a lot of people are especially close to the madrigal family and he sees them almost every other day or so.

     Camilo was walking around town, making toddlers laugh and mother's smile. That was his life. A decent one. Put everyone first and your prefect. That's the name of the game. But when his eyes wandered on everyone he knew except for one person, he thought another game could possibly exist.

     They were... Different. They didn't look as happy as everyone else. Even their hair looked mean(sorry for bald people, pretend I said eyes-). Camilo knew everyone in town, so why hasn't he seen that person before? For the life of him, he could not remember who they were. They've never met. How was that possible?

     The person was walking around, slowly, observing everything in their wake. Words couldn't describe what Camilo's brain felt like in that moment. They weren't that close to each other so he couldn't really pick out specific features but something about their existence just twirled his nose into a spiral of strawberries. No thoughts crosses his mind. Just blank. He was staring at this person who didn't even glance in his direction. When he snapped back into realization, he was surprised they didn't feel his gaze.

     Why was he staring at a stranger? They were captivating.

"Who are you staring at?" Tía Julieta popped out of nowhere. It seems he wasn't paying attention to anything around him in his surroundings. That was embarrassing. It's a good thing no one in the family can read minds.
"No one. I was just zoning out." Camilo replied.
(PRESENT)

     It was Alma's(abuela) birthday today, and the celebration was much bigger than (y/n) had thought it would be. She was turning 71 and everyone was extra excited for a new decade of Alma's existence.

     The walk to Casita was the same as always and (y/n) thought how many people would be there today. If it was the same as Antonio's ceremony all those months ago, it might be a little overwhelming if they stay for too long. When they stepped into the now familiar house there were tons of people there, all seemingly crowded around Alma.

     Over on the edge of the room were tables of food and the cookies Camilo and (y/n) had helped test. When they took a bite, they tasted different than they did when they made them but it was better so they didn't mind. They didn't finish the whole cookie and threw it away.

     Camilo was standing in the middle of the room, greeting people and transforming into their clones. When he locked eyes with (y/n) he made his way over to them and greeted them as well.
"Cookies taste different." (Y/n) said.
"Yeah. More sweet in my opinion." He replied.
"Julieta is the best cook I've ever encountered, honestly. I don't know how she does it."

     Camilo walked beside them and stood there. Their friendship has grown a lot, at least to Camilo. Small moments of silence were the same as an engaging conversation. Just being in the presence of one another was a nice time. (Y/n) had learned Alma's name a few weeks ago, when they wanted to talk about her but felt uncomfortable calling her 'grandma' since they weren't related.

     Mariano was getting better about his whole awkward personality. He didn't mention getting married 24/7 any more and actually enjoyed the moments he had with Delores. It was a nice sight.