Make You Smile (Camilo Madrigal x Reader)

See You

Mirabel smiled at you, a sense of relief washing over her face. "Come on," she said, "let's head back".

As the days passed, and the nights fell, you found yourself at the same spot. Every night. The same bridge. The same people. 

You hadn't made too much progress in the full week since the first night, treading along the roof of the Casa and creeping the streets of Encanto. The only real, tangible thing you and the others had gotten out of this investigation was a lot of yawning and sleepless nights, but you enjoyed their company. You could tell they enjoyed yours, too.

Especially Camilo.

No. He's just glad to have someone that's not his family, you told yourself. And you continued to tell yourself, as he began to come early to meet you before Mirabel had caught up. As it became an unspoken routine to come early and sit by the grass where you had your heart-to-heart, waiting for him. He never disappointed. 

You all began to fantasize about the mornings, as you were at this point, practically nocturnal. You and Camilo had vocalized this in your last "waiting for Mirabel" meet-up.

"What do you mean you've never had an almojábana?" He had asked you that night. You were speaking of your favourite breakfast foods while imagining getting enough sleep. Camilo was so passionate about his almojábanas, he was basically feeding them to you through his words. 

"Well, I guess you'll have to get me to try them," you had responded. You thought nothing of it, just empty words, continuing the conversation (although, you did want to try them). 

But even so, it was simply the conversation. This is why you were surprised to be woken up to the sound of your mother, "Y/N! Your friend is here with some... breakfast!" she called out.

You flung your body up in a panic.

Friend? Breakfast?

You could only think of one person.

You groaned as you threw on some everyday clothes as fast as you could, putting your hair up as you stomped down the stairs. You turned the corner to see Camilo, a grin on his face while shaking hands with your mother. He waved a paper bag in your direction. You looked at him, then your mom... then him... then your mom. You were taken completely off guard, your brain still struggling to stay up.

"I'll uh, be right back amá," you said, slipping on your sandles as you slinked by her and through the door, shutting it on your way out.

You looked at him, rubbing your eyes in the bright morning sun.

"Want to tell me why you're here so early?" you asked him through a yawn.

"It's 11:00am," he said. You shot him a morning glare.

"Listen, I'm not the villain here," he responded with a hand to his chest. "I'm trying to save you from becoming a vampire," he said, handing you the sealed paper bag with a chuckle. "It's not just you," he added. "Mirabel's begun to sleep all day."

The bag fell into your hands, an inviting smell escaping as it hit surface.

"Wow," you said, impressed as the scent filled your nose. "What is this?"

"Open it up to find out," he said with a self-pleased grin.

The contents of the bag were gifted with heavenly-looking almojábanas. You immediately took a bite out of one, your face lifting.

"Camilo, these are so good," you said between bites, your hand covering your mouth. "Where did you get these?"

His face spun a shining smile at your reaction. "Told you they were good," he said. "From yours truly."

You looked at him in an amazed shock. "You made these?" 

Camilo dipped his head down and chuckled. You took another bite, sitting down on the steps up to your front door before saying anything in response. You gave him a cheeky smile. "You'll have to deliver me breakfast more often."

You saw his eyebrows flicker up, the corners of his mouth turning down, but still in a smile. "Hm," he paused. "Maybe I will."

Creak.

You sighed, and so did Camilo. There have been many moments where there was a pool of chemistry, one that you and Camilo were dying to dive into, but alas, there was always an interruption. One way or another.

You both looked up to see your mother, frozen in her place by the door. 

"Oh," she said, surprised, "you two are... here."

"Yup," you said, pursing your lips inward. There was an array of silence until Camilo stood up, shattering any sense of awkward-ness that was beginning to cling to the air.

"I better get going now," he said, brushing off his ruana and holding out his hand to your mother. "It was nice to formally meet you, señora."

Your mother took his hand and nodded her head.

"See you t-" Camilo abruptly stopped mid-sentence, remembering your mother was standing right behind you. "See you," he quickly changed his wording, gave you a smirk and began walking off.

You smiled to yourself before walking back inside, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Your mother took the empty paper bag you had set down, holding it up to her nose. "So... what did the boy want?" She asked, turning herself towards the sink, pumping the water to start.

"O-oh," you said, awakening yourself fully. Asking about boys?  You quickly felt embarrassed. "Just... giving me something."

"Mhm," your mother said, throwing out the paper bag and rinsing off the dishes in the sink. She took a breath in and continued speaking. "This town really needs them, huh?"

You looked up at her. "Yeah, I doubt they could live without them."

"Yeah," she responded, hesitating before saying her next words. "Do you know if they ever leave their casa?"

You raised an eyebrow. What kind of a question is that?  "Uhm, probably? They're human beings, má," you said, a small laugh escaping through your words.

"Yes, of course mija," she said as she stopped the water in the sink. "They just seem like they have a lot on their plate, is all."

You gave her a weak 'hm' of approval as she walked past you, giving you a light kiss on the head. "Will you be with us for dinner tonight?" Your mother asked, changing the topic.

"Yes, mamá."

"Good," she said, giving you a half-hearted smile. "I'll be back in a bit. Just running up to the store." You could hear the slightest hesitation before she said 'store'. It was practically unnoticeable, but as if you were Dolores, you noticed it.

"See you, má."