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🌜𝕀𝕥'𝕤  𝕥𝕙𝕖  𝕨𝕒𝕪  𝕪𝕠𝕦  𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜  𝕒𝕥  𝕞𝕖🌛 (advised to listen to Paris in the rain)

"I like you Camilo Madrigal!" you said, your cheeks puffed out in a cute manner, and smiled proudly. You look yourself in the mirror and slumped down. That was incredibly lame. He would probably take one good look at you and turn around thinking you were crazy. 

You groaned in frustration and slumped on your bed. You had to find a way to confess you love to him, and find a better way to say it. 

Camilo on the other hand was having the exact same problem. He would constantly practice how he would express his love to you. 

"Y/n, will you go out with me!!??" he figured by literally the 100th time saying would be good enough. He made sure to put his "lady catcher outfit" outfit on when literally it's just his casual yellow runa, skinny jeans, and Jesus sandals(lmao). He steps in front of his standing mirror and finger guns his reflection. "Looking good" he winks and walks off to go find you.

You had decided to go with the childish yet classic, love letter. You fidgeted with the letter that was addressed to Camilo. You stood at the spot were you and him would say a casual hi, hello, and start a conversation. You spotted Camilo walking proudly towards you. You stood up straight and smoothed out your dress. You wore:

You waved at him and smiled

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You waved at him and smiled. This was it your big chance! Camilo stopped in front of you and cleared his throat. 

"EhEm....Y/n I have something important to tell you..." you look at him shocked. But, you had something important to tell, well give to you too. You let him proceed since you didn't want to be rude. 

"I need advice on how to ask someone out, you see I REALLY like this girl and I wanted to-" you couldn't believe what you were hearing. You let your note slip from your hand and you ran away. You felt hot tears stream down your face. How could he. You stopped at a near by tree and slumped down on the ground. You curled up, hands on your face hiding your tears. 

Camilo just stood there. Confused as hell. 

"What the fuck just happen...?" he was so confused, did he do something wrong? He looked down to see a folded up piece of paper laying on the ground. He picked it up ad started to unfold. 

    𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑜,

𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐵𝓊𝓉, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒....

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒: 𝒴/𝓃 𝐿/𝓃

He face palmed his forehead "Shit, how could I be so stupid!" You had liked him all this time! He really fucked up this time. He shouldn't have said he needed advice on how to ask a girl out. He ran after you. He just had to apologize for what he said. 

He had been running for what felt like an hour. He finally found you, sniffing and crying, head burred in your arms. 

"Mi mariposa...I-I'm so sorry..." he walks over to you and kneels down. You look up at him, cheeks pink and stained from crying. 

"I didn't mean to make you upset...I-I love you." he looks at you with adoration. He wipes your left over tears way and pulls you face in for a kiss. You slowly close your eyes hoping it wasn't a dream. 

He stops the kiss and hugs you. 

"Will you be mine Mi vida?" he asks while combing his fingers through your hair. 

"Yes! Te amo, mi amor, te amo.." you both lean in for a kiss, still holding onto each other, happily knowing that you to belonged to each other.

                          The end

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