Felicity POV:
I walk deeper into his room absorbing each detail. I set my backpack on his bed and start to unpack. I only have two skirts, three blouses and one dress. None of which match the style of the clothes the girls here wear. I decide to explore his room a little more before I unload my bag. Walking around, I see something sticking out from under his bed. Deciding to investigate, I kneel beside his bed and stick my head under. Mountains of clothes are pilled on top of each other overflowing from under the bed.
"Dolores was right!" I mutter to myself. Pushing myself off the ground I look around trying to locate the closet she spoke off. Finally I lay eyes of a pair of doors built into the wall. I march over and open both doors at the same time. That was a mistake. A tsunami of clothes come washing over me. Falling backwards from the sheer shock and weight of the clothes I instinctively scream, although its mostly muffled by the clothes. I lie on the ground for a solid minute not sure how to react. Suddenly I hear the door open and small light footsteps patter quickly to where I lay. Craning my neck I see Dolores looking worried and confused. Her eyes scan the room until they fall on me, buried in clothes lying on the floor. I stick my hand out of the pile and just wave at her. She stares at me for a split second before she starts dying laughing. I join her and the harder she laughs the harder it makes me laugh. Dolores fell to the floor and scooted next to me, both of us still cackling. She starts to pick the clothes off me and I sit up, both of us starting to calm down. Once I'm sitting up straight again we just make eye contact, and start laughing all over again.
"Im sorry," she manages to get out between wheezes of laughter. "I-i heard you say I was right and then I heard a scream and nothing else," she starts to calm down, "so I came in and, and say that!" we both fell into another fit of laughter. I finally pull myself off the ground and lower my hand to Dolores. We both lie on our backs next to each other on Camilo's bed, still giggling. My lungs ache from laughing, but every painful wheeze was worth it.
"Are you ok though?" Dolores asks turning her head towards me.
"No I think I broke a rib," I say clutching my chest dramatically, "Those ponchos are deadly I'm telling you!" She snickers at my joke and we just lay in silence starring at the mirrors and vines that are scattered across Camilo's celling.
"So," Dolores asks, "why'd you guys move here?"
"Wow, really can't wait to get rid of us," I tease giving her a fake pout.
"No, no no!" she says elbowing me in the ribs, "I was just asking, I heard your dad talking about it and stuff."
"Its really annoying 'cause he won't tell me the whole story!" I complain, looking at her via the mirrors on the celling.
"I know how you feel," she nods starring back at me through the mirrors. "Its like adults tell us nothing, I would hope they'd figure out by now I'm going to find out anyway!" she rolls her eyes and cracks a grin and I giggle.
"I don't mean to be rude, and please correct me if I'm wrong," I say cautiously, "but I think, from what I've heard from Camilo about all your gifts, that you probably have the most difficult gift to deal with." I say quietly, knowing she'll hear me. This she actually turns to look me in the face. Her big brown eyes are filled with sadness.
"You're the first person to say that to me." she practically whispers, "Its always 'poor Luisa' or 'look how perfect Isabella Is'. Don't get me wrong I love everyone in this family and all of their gifts are equally important, but I feel like people don't always think just how tolling these gifts are." she begins to relax bit. She then puts her face closer to me and says quietly, "You have no idea what I've heard," I hear her playfulness creep back into her voice. "I can't look at Antonio without almost throwing up, if you know what I mean."
I must have had the most horrified look on my face because Dolores just looked back up and starts laughing again. We talk for a few more minutes before she finally says,
"You know you can take a shower before dinner right, I'm sure it'll feel really good," (A/N: I don't know if showers were around then, but just go with it:)
"Where are the showers?" I ask.
"Theres one in here," she says looking confused in the fact I didn't know that. "Here I'll go get you a towel." Dolores gets up and walks out of Camilo's room. I'm so beyond thankful I have Camilo and Dolores. I didn't even have these good of friends in my old town. I don't dwell on it too long because Dolores is back with a towel, a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo and conditioner.
"I doubt you wanna use Camilo's soap and stuff" she giggles while handing me the things.
"Thank you so much" I say taking the stuff in one arm and hugging her with the other. "I know I'm kinda gross right now" I whisper as she squeezes me back,
"I don't care," she giggles. "if you need anything, just remember I can alway hear you," she gestures to her ear pulling back.
I thank her again and she leaves and I immediately jump in the shower. In the mirror I notice I've lost a lot of weight. I was always skinny but now my ribs were noticeable. Promising myself I'll eat a big dinner I turn on the faucet and feel the warm water run over my tired body. I smile to myself as I think,
'I have a new bestfriend,'
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Fanfiction"I don't speak Spanish, I don't understand what you're saying!" "that's the point mi amor," Felicity Connors is forced to move out of her hometown and travel to a completely new world revolving around a family who are all given gifts. She soon find...
