(What did I do to deserve such amazing people reading my story? My mom just went to her room so I ninja snuck my Chromebook back, it's a nice model too, it doesn't make those weird sounds when you unplug them. I'm too smooth. And the first thing I'm doing with it is writing this chapter! So enjoy and let's cross our fingers my mom won't find out I used my Chromebook!)
"No, no, no," A voice said. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I was in Camilo's room. I looked beside me and saw Camilo sleeping.
"No, I'll tell you something, yoooOOOOoooo can take that sass right out the door Abuela!" He said, his closed eyes scrunching up as he grunted madly in his sleep.
"My gosh, the donkeys got out... AGAIN! I'm so sick of these damn donkeys walking around like they own the place! I'm gonna cook them!" Suddenly he went back into his peaceful sleep and I started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Deigo, my son, you are so responsible, listen to your old man, your mother is always right!" I sat up against the headboard of the bed and held Camilo's head in my hands, playing with his hair. I was trying to keep my laughter quiet.
"I am always right, Mi Amour," I whispered. Kissing his forehead. To think of it, I had never given him much affection, it was always him.
"You damn donkeys! I'll cook you!" He growled.
"You love children but don't like donkeys?" I snickered.
"When did the farmer get a white donkey?! That's it! I'm getting Julieta to cook you!"
"Pfffffffffffft," This was halariose. He was quiet for a while.
"I swear, your the luckiest donkey alive... Are you laughing at me?! Just because Julieta won't cook you doesn't mean I won't cook you myself!" He turned and held onto my legs, relaxing again. His eyes shot open and he looked up at me.
"Salt or pepper? You know what, I'm going to use both," He muttered, looking around and gathering the bedsheets. (I actually have a sister who sleepwalks, so this is very accurate... I also sleeptalk... What can I say, my future husband better love me to be able to put up with me.)
"I say paprika and you say... I don't know, you can say salsa or something, but not the giraffe!" He said, shaking his head and holding the folded bedsheets like a child.
"My little child, we will feast on donkey tonight!" He said, freezing and then throwing the 'child'.
"THE DONKEY'S BURNING!" He ran to the bedside table on the other side of the bed all while I was dying with laughter.
"Don't worry you naughty donkey! I didn't forget about you, are you done cooking yet?" He asked the clock. I couldn't breathe, this was too funny.
"Camilo, let's go back to sleep," I said, reaching for his hands to lead him back to the bed.
"Y/n? Don't you want to eat donkey too?" He asked. I tried not to laugh.
"I'll cook the rest of the donkey, you don't have to worry about it," I told him, gigging.
"Ok, Mi Reina,"
{Mi Reina-my queen}
"You're such a flirt, even in your sleep," I laughed.
"I can't help it, I'm Camilo Madrigal!"
"Ok Camilo Madrigal, get into bed," He listened, crawling on the pillows and then laying down on them.
"Does this work?" He asked.
"Yes, now sleep,"
"But that damn donkey-"
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The way you tease me (A Camilo x Y/n love story)
Fanfiction"So, what is a pretty girl such as yourself hiding away deep in the village for?" Camilo asked. "You know, hiding from guys like you," I teased. "And what kind of guy am I?" "The one my ma wouldn't like," I said with a smug smile. "Ouch, that hurts...
