Angel~ 🖤🌙 (Camilo x Male Reader Fanfic)

Real pain, man

I'd like to thank everyone for the 2 whole reads I got already!

No POV

The boys were rolling on the ground laughing, until they bonked heads. They both gasped slightly, finally getting some air. They stared into each other's eyes, deeply. Like they eyes of the other were  infinite space, and they were trying to find each and every star. Both of their eyes closed for a second, and each of them inched closer. Their lips brushed slightly before Y/n pulled away quickly. NO! He thought. NO, NO, NO! Y/n stood up quickly and backed away, feeling a bit of regret for pulling away. His heart hurt a little from the look in Camilo's eyes. He stood up as well. "I think... you need to leave." Y/n said. 

"But-" 

"I said you need to leave. NOW." 

Camilo's eyes widened and he backed away, his hands up in sign of surrender, which did make Y/n hurt, no doubt. 

"No-"

"It's okay, I'll go." 

Camilo shoved his hands in his pockets while he gave Y/n a sad smile. He then walked away, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Y/n sighed heavily, and he sat down next to the rose, burying his hands in his knees. 

Next day

Y/n got out of bed with a stretch and a yawn. He went over to his dresser and picker out his favorite outfit. (Your choice.) He looked in the full length mirror up against his wall. His hair was relatively normal today, he just had to fix a few pieces. Usually Camilo would do this after sleepovers. I don't know why it's not messy. He thought. Y/n made his way over to the window and stared down into his garden. His eyes were immediately drawn to the center, right to the bright beautiful rose he loved, "too much now." He thought anyways. "Y/n! Y/n!" He heard Papa call as he ran down the hallway. He threw Y/n's door open and huffed slightly, holding a finger up when Y/n asked him if he was okay.

"Are you going to Antonio's gift ceremony? It's happening tonight," He said, steadying himself. Y/n's eyes widened. He completely forgot about it, and he still had no idea what to do with his hair or clothes. "Yes! I'm AM going!" Y/n exclaimed a little too loudly. Papa nodded and gave him a smile before heading back into the hall. Y/n looked down. I am wearing my favorite outfit, I'm just gotta decide what to do with my hair. It's very h/l. There are a million options. He thought, fingers on chin as he looked in the mirror. I'll decide a couple of hours before the ceremony. He decided, and opened his room door to head into town.

Y/n walked around, looking at people pushing carts, gardening, shopkeeping, talking to friends, and he saw a couple of couples kissing. Ew. He thought to himself with a smile. Which was ironic, because that could've been him and Camilo just a day ago. He went into the local restaurant, the one almost everybody went to. It was all glass, plants hanging everywhere, a few placed down. Y/n went up to the person working behind the counter, and ordered his favorite drink. "Sure thing, Y/n." The guy said, putting down the cup he was cleaning out with a rag. The guy headed to the back and left Y/n at the stools behind the counter. (It's not a bar, it's just got stools. 15 year olds aren't going to drink.)

After pondering, going way too deep, Y/n was interrupted by the guy coming back from the back and setting the tea back on the counter. Y/n shot up and drank the tea, which happened to be in his f/c cup. The guy continued to do what he was doing before, this time whistling. It was a tune Y/n was very familiar with, in fact, it was his favorite song. Wait. Y/n thought. How does he know my name and my favorite song? Y/n slammed his fists onto the counter and made a few people jump, a few people scoff, and a few people scowl. "Camilo!" Y/n said, tearing off the guy's hat. The guy groaned and shapeshifted back into Camilo, his form bouncing a bit. 

"Decided to have a job today? Well, that's a bit productive, and out of character." Y/n said, ruffling Camilo's hair, leaning over the counter. "Look," Camilo said, still not looking at Y/n. "I need you to know I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen, and it shouldn't have happened. I have a girlfriend now, and that circumstance evens the lot." He finished, leaning his head back, now staring up at the ceiling. Y/n was in complete shock. He didn't know what to think of this. He should be happy about it, right? Camilo got himself a lover, and he wasn't gonna almost kiss Y/n again. It was a win-win situation.

That's what Y/n should've thought, and that's what he convinced himself to think in a short five seconds, though he knew he wasn't gonna stay convinced forever. He started shaking slightly, and he plastered a smile to his face. "What's her name?" Y/n asked, trying not to explode. "Oh, Avangeline." Camilo responded, monotone, like Avangeline was someone who had just died. Avangeline is such a pretty name. I bet she's so fucking perfect. Y/n though, kind of angry. He up and left, knocking the cup he had over, the tea spilling over the counter. In a huff, he opened the door and shut it harder then he needed to. Camilo sighed and shapeshifted back into the guy, using his rag to clean up the tea.

I'm sorry Y/n, it had to be done.