𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Camarón

CTTO: dos-oroguitas

-You were six feet tall and super strong. You always got along. Alright, Alright, Oh, you'd pick him up at 8 and and not a minute late. Cause he don't like to wait. You were kind and ain't afraid to cry, or treat his mama right.

Camilo Madrigal was smooth. Camilo Madrigal was confident. Camilo Madrigal was a charmer. Those were the words he was used to hearing from everyone. And he would usually agree. He was smooth. He was confident. He was a charmer.

Until you snatched that title up and held it above him. Literally above him.

He was a bit taken aback by your height but he had found it absolutely stunning. He was a short king just like his father. He wasn't at all threatened by people taller than him, your boy was secure about himself. You were almost a foot taller, just like how his mamí was with his papí. They were his role models and having him mirror his parents' relationship with you and him? He loved it. You were caring, so passionate with what you loved, and plus you got him snacks that Tio Agustin would hide away up the cupboards of his Tia Julieta's kitchen.

And his parents loved you too. You were always so respectful and polite, always happy to help out and calm his mamá down by making her some coffee or fetching her favorite book.

The first time he had met you, he was so sure he would get you to fall first. Yeah he lost that bet he himself had made since he fell for you at first sight. He came out strong, you would say, using every pickup line in the book.

And you laughed. Laughed! At him! At his usually smooth pick up lines!

You had honestly found his flirting endearing rather than flustering. And he swore he would make it his life mission to make you blush. He was sure today was the day.

He reviewed and rehearsed the pick up line he would use so that he wouldn't fumble.

"Hey," He clears his throat as he settles by your side, your nose stuck in a book as he moves close. "I heard the air is pretty thin up there, why don't you lean down and give me a kiss so you can catch your breath?" He would smirk.

Yeah. That was the best he could do. And he was looking pretty confident about it too. He's gonna write that one down for sure. He expected you to be flustered, act bashful or even shy but what he didn't expect was you to look up and chuckle, placing your book down and humming softly.

"Y'know the best part about being this tall is that it is easy to see cute boys like you in a crowd." You had cooed down at him and he swore he felt his heart stop before starting right back again. He sat back in his seat, stammering with his cheeks warm.

And you would chuckle, your laugh making his heart beat faster as you leaned down to press a kiss on his lips.

"Nice try, mí camarón." You would tease while he huffs up at you. "You gotta try harder than that to reach.. my level."

You had stifled a laugh at your own joke. Damn you and your charming laugh, your lovable smile, and the eyes that he could get lost in.

"I'll best you one day, mi amor. I will make you blush." He declares, the warmth on his cheeks not leaving as you reached down to ruffle his curls.

"I'll be waiting for a longggg time then, bello." You taunt him once again, eyes twinkling in amusement as the boy stood up, cheeks burning at the pet name. "I will, you'll see! You're cocky now but I'll get you!"

Camilo had huffed, throwing his hands up in the air like a child did whilst you threw your head back in laughter, continuing to tease him.

Pepa and Felix had watched on with amusement, hugging each other close and smiling softly, remembering themselves in the two of you.

"They'll make a wonderful addition to the family, wouldn't they?" Pepa asked, rainbows on the top of her had as Felix had nodded in agreement.