Camilo + Me

Unexpected Dolores

*knock knock*
I was laying on my bed. I couldn't see who it was because there was a graceful water fall blocking sight around my bed. But I could open or close it with just a swiff of my hand.

Footsteps come closer. "Tori..." someone whispers.

"Hello? Mirabel is that you? What are you doing in here so early?" I grumble as I rub my eyes and sit on my side, my elbow holding me up.

I swoosh my hand slightly and the water drips down into the abyss. And there standing was Dolores.

I frown and question, "Dolores, what in the world do you want."

She sits down on my bed quickly and squints at me for a second.

"I heard something," she squeaked.

"Like what? Has Antonio been flirting? Or wait, no. Did Camilo accidentally get proposed to again?"

"No. It's about you," she peeps. "Or so I say."

"What about me? I promise you, I did not set anything on fire, like last time."
I sit up and fold my hands in curiosity.

"Well... I heard they want you to see someone. A boy, thing.."
Dolores smiles awkwardly.

"I'm 16. I don't need to be seeing someone already. They can talk about that in a few years or whatever."

"No it's not that. I worded it wrong heh," she fake laughs. "It's the other way around. Someone's been thinking about you. A bit."
Dolores plays with her hair.

I burst out laughing. "What! Who in the world would be thinking about me?? They must be insane."

"It's-"
Dolores stops short.

"Who? Lemme guess. It's the dude from the bakery. The bakers son. He was defiantly up to something. You know he gave me roses last week?"

"Yah, no. Well yes, but I'm not talking about Alexander. I'm talking about..."
But Dolores couldn't say it. "It's Pablo. The grocers son. Him!"

"Oh, ok. I don't really like him," I mumble. "Thanks for telling me though Dolo."

"Sure thing.." Dolores awkwardly gets up and tiptoes quickly out of the room. "Bye Tori."
And quietly closes the door.

What in the heavens name just happened.