Mi amor ~ Camilo Madrigal x oc~

9

I started talking too Camilo for the first time. Actually talking too him. I found out all the little things that friends should know. Are we friends? I mean hell I've cried in front of him. Does that make us friends...Have I ever even had friends!

I stared at my self in the reflection of the puddle, "I'm a shut in." I'm as bad as Abuela I don't go out. I stay home all day and when I do leave it's just to wonder around. I never even interact with anyone. Sighing I glared at my self. I'm weak. Where I am currently residing my dear reader please don't let you think any less of me.

I was standing outside of the Madrigals home, why? Not even I know it's just...I have too know. If Julieta knows I have to be sure. I can't live here worrying any longer. It's killing me from the inside out. Grabbing at my soul and tearing me it shreds piece by piece.

I walked up to the front door stopping to look in a puddle. I fixed my hair, I just let it fall naturally today, I wasn't used to looking at it hanging beside my face. It was long but not as long as Sofia's. Continuing towards the door I practiced what I would say muttering it under my breath, "I'm sorry to bother you but I just need to know if well if you saw anything." I tried it in English in Spanish and nothing everything I tried sounded wrong.

I was about to walk away when the door creaked open, "Ah your back Señorita." Turning back towards the door I put on a smile, " Señora Julieta....there really is no easy way to put this." I watched as her eyes trialed me, "Ah you and my daughter so similar always hurting your self." She motioned for me to come closer. I walked up to her slowly trying to figure out what in the fuck was happening.

She picked up my bandaged hand studying it. Her touch was soft like Abuela's and Mami's. Maybe it was just a thing with mothers. Their light touch that felt warm. Mumbling she lead me inside, "Come now dear let me fix you up." I cursed under my breath. I wanted this to be quick painless and easy. Not to mention the fact that I hadn't seen Camilo since the day I cried in front of him. He walked me home the whole nine yards gave the that's what friends are for speech.

Either way it was still embarrassing. And to be in his home only greatened the odds of seeing him. Did I mention we are not friends. It was nearly a laps in my own judgment. End of story. Julieta and I stood in the kitchen. I unwrapped my hand slowly as she cooked up something.

The cut had healed a little but not by much. My face fell for a second before I forced my smile back. It had been days since it happened. I've always been clumsy so being bandaged up wasn't new for me but to have a cut for this long that barely healed was mortifying.

She spoke up as she put the few Arepas she had made onto a plate, "You came just in time I was making something already for Camilo. He fell and hit his head. Kids are so clumsy now." Turning to me her voice was as soft as her touch, "I never got your name Señorita." I was confused for a second until I realized I had never told her my name, "Valentina....after my great grandmother."

She handed me an Arepa again looking at my hand, "Must have been a deep wound." I laughed it off, "I guess so....thank you again."She called Camilo's name a few times with no response. I was about to leave I had said my goodbyes my hand had healed up. Everything was good. And then she did what I was praying she hadn't.

She stopped me as I made my way out the door, "If it's not too much to ask would you mind going and getting Camilo for me. Last time I saw him he was helping Antonio up in his jungle of a room." Listen I had to say yes she is a sweet woman. And she just helped me the least I could do was help her out.

I made my way up to Antonio's room. I knocked a couple times before Antonio's squeaky voice called out, "Come in." Julieta had sent me up stairs with the plate. She was sweet yes and the definition of mother you always wanted but she had some form of motive. I could also be crazy and just think the worst in people by habit.

I opened the door slowly still slightly shocked at the never ending forest. I called out, "Hey it's Valentina.....Julieta sent me up here with some Arepas for Camilo." I yelped as Camilo fell in front of me. Literally fell in front of me from a vine. He had a wide smile, "Thanks. Antonio was showing me something and I fell."

I don't think I had ever heard a child curse. Other then mimicking someone. Antonio laughed a little when he spoke, "It's cause he's a dumb ass." The small boy came running towards us. My eyes widened as I looked at Camilo who was trying not to laugh. I muttered, "What the fuck."

Camilo shrugged taking an Arepa from the plate. I tilted my head looking at Antonio, "When did...who even...it was Camilo wasn't it." Antonio nodded reaching up to grab an Arepa off the plate. Laughing I looked at Camilo the large bruise that I had yet to tell him and I'm pretty sure anyone else had was gone, "At least the bruise is gone."

Confusion fell on his face, "Bruise?" I nodded, "Yeah real ugly one right in the center of your forehead." He glared done at Antonio who broke out into a run, "You little shit you told me there wasn't a bruise." Antonio giggled his voice faint as he got farther and farther away, "At leader 3
you two are matching."

I was confused. Matching? Then I caught out of the corner of my eye in a small puddle my own reflection. A bruise had formed in the center of my forehead. Grabbing about her Arepa I took a bite watching as it went away. It must have been from this morning. Right?

The two chased ran for a while. I my self trying to save Antonio from Camilo. I didn't plan on staying. And then the time passed and before I knew it I was leaving having to run home so I wouldn't miss dinner. Was that Julieta's goal.

Paranoia, what I am is paranoid about something that never happened. I cursed at my self, I never got to ask my question...but I had seemingly gotten an answer. She hadn't seen anything. The way she looked at me no fear in her eyes or confusion just unconditional happiness and compassion. I was safe and slightly less worried. And then of course I was left with more questions.