𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Teenager in love II

CTTO: monoul

Part two

You had found yourself more and more reasons to be at the Madrigal house lately.

You weren’t opposed to it, far from it actually, but it was a bit strange.

Mirabel was your best friend, but you two had always spent time together at your house or around the village together. It was kind of ridiculous looking back on it, but you’d always assumed Casita was off limits of sorts.

Mirabel’s cousins and older sister were strange, you decided.

Isabela was a bit of a showoff, always bursting flowers in your face. You’d had to spit some rose petals out of your mouth more than once. Dolores was kind, if a bit off-putting from her knowing or intense looks she would sometimes give you.

You really had no idea where those came from.

Pepa was kind, she seemed the most excited to have you over, which was just strange. She wasn’t Mirabel’s mother, and you weren’t particularly close with her children.

Well…

Camilo had become something to look forward to.

He was funny, if a bit awkward. It puzzled you, he had a reputation of being suave and charming. He, for lack of a better word, was just a dork. He tripped over his words, panic shifted into random people, and shot cheesy one liners. But it was cute.

You were on your way to retrieve some snacks from Julietta when you ran into Dolores.

“Oh,” you said, slightly startled. “Hola Dolores.”

Dolores was stacking what seemed to be arepas con quesos on her plate, which you found a bit odd. You didn’t remember her being one to sneak snacks before dinner.

Dolores seemed startled, which was just weird. She was never startled, she could hear you coming from a mile away.

“Uh, Dolores?” You asked, head tilted.

She made a sort of squeaking sound, before rushing a goodbye and leaving the kitchen, plate left behind and all.

Huh. More arepas con quesos for you and Mirabel, then.

“Okay this is just getting pitiful,” Isabela remarked, arms crossed.

Dolores nodded, face buried in her palm. Luisa was absolutely not paying attention, too busy rerouting rivers and hoisting donkeys on her shoulder to engage with her cousins gossip.

Mirabel and you were sitting on a blanket a little ways away, enjoying the lazy Sunday and working on a crocheted blanket. The purpose was unknown to the meddling cousins, only ever seeing the yellow coloring and details you made that were rushed to be hidden.

Dolores and Isabela watched with pained expressions as Camilo avoided the area you and Mirabel were in like the plague. Spinning on his heel and visibly taking the long ways around. The reason? The first time he had seen you two there you had waved and smiled. K.O for the Madrigal boy.

Dolores had tried using her hearing to figure out what you and Mirabel could possibly be giggling about, but it was all a bunch of teenage girl stuff she couldn’t decipher. It made her feel old, and she was only twenty one!