Mi diente de león [Camilo Madrigal x Reader]

❀Dandelions and trauma❀

(Y/n)'s POV

According to Camilo <<We've been looking for Mirabelle for hours>>, while in reality it hasn't even been 10 solid minutes, so we gave up and went to his room to hung out. To be honest, I was worried about how Mirabelle was doing. I pushed the worries away though as Camilo started talking.

"You know preciosa, you kinda remind me of dandelions." (precious) he said and I got confused.

"How do I remind you of a dandelion? Aren't they weeds? *Gasp* Do you think I'm like a weed?!" I asked jokingly.

"Nah.. But the reason you remind me of them it's because one, when they have those yellow petals they are as beautiful as a flower and two dandelions generally symbolizes happiness, joy and youthful thoughts, but can also symbolize health, power, perseverance, endurance and determination. It's also said to represent the sun's power, good wishes, hope and prosperity! And you have all those traits, so you remind me of a dandelion!" He said and gave me a big close eyed smile.

"Aww. Camilo, this is really cute, but one question... How do you remember all those informations? " I asked.

"Well, the author of this book really likes flowers and their symbolism and two, Isabella likes talking about staff like that so I remember a few." He answered.

"Wait who?" I asked not understanding the first half of his answer.

"My prima Isabella?" He said unsure.

"No, the person you mentioned before Isabella." I said.

"I didn't mentioned anyone else... Hermosa are you ok?" (beautiful) he said obviously concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine... I think." I told him, mumbling the last part.

'Am I going crazy? tf-?"

"You know... We've known each other for a pretty long time but still don't know some important things about each other! Like, I don't know what your favorite color is, or what your favorite flower or even your favorite food!!" He said.

" You're acting like it's the most tragic thing ever... " I told him.

"Well duh. It is!" He stated like it was the most obvious thing.

"Ok. How about we ask each other questions like those so we get to know these important things?" I asked

"That's a great idea! Ok, I'll start. What's your favorite color?"

"(f/c). My turn. What is your favorite flower?"

It went like that for a while and we got to more personal question, which I didn't mind.

~small time skip~

"Alright, my turn. What would be your most traumatic experience? Mine would be that one time when I tripped and all of my food fell down. It was so traumatic I don't want to relive it. " He said jokingly and I giggled.

"Hmm... I don't think I have a traumatic experience... Let me think about it."

"Ok. Take your time bonita." (pretty)

'Do I have a traumatic experience? If yes, then why can't I remember?'

---------------------flashback-----------------------

Third person's POV

A four year old (Y/n) was playing with her toys in the field next to her house. Her mother watching over her from right outside the house, while making a new doily.