During a party, you meet Camilo Madrigal. This book shows the quick progression of your relationship with not only Camilo, but the rest of his family. Later updates will consist of random moments.
After the whole discussion about the mirror, Camilo begins to show you around his room. (here's the picture again)
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"In the front of the room, here's two little pools of water for some reason." He points, even though it's clearly right in front of you, "my bed is up there with my little closet underneath," He points again.
"I have a little section over here with bean bags and pictures of my family, and above the mirror is a little space that I take naps in."
You snicker.
"You actually sleep?" you ask jokingly. "Yes, I do in fact sleep. Crazy, right?" You can't help but laugh.
"So, what's all that?" you ask, pointing to the back of the room. "Oh, that's my little theatre." He runs and hops on stage. You sit down in the front row of chairs, and watch him with astonishment. He begins acting out a scene, transforming into different people and speaking in a mocking tone:
Dolores: "Oh how I just love that Mariano Guzman..." Unknown girl: "No, Dolores, he is mine! Abuela already arranged our wedding, and you can't do anything about it." Dolores: "But I love him!"
You begin snickering
Mirabel: "Hey, Isabella, we should hug because this hug could save the miracle in our magical candle." Supposed Isabella: "I don't love Mariano!" Mirabel: *gasp* Dolores: "It's ok, because I love Mariano!"
He transforms back to his original appearance. By now, you're both laughing so hard you can't breathe. He walks over, puts his hand on your shoulder, and continues laughing. For a moment, you try to regain composure.
Suddenly, you look at him. He's looking at you too. After staring at each other awkwardly for a moment you both begin laughing harder, wheezing, unable to stop.
After you manage to stop laughing, you realize something. If you're going to sleep over here, then you actually need to sleep. But what were you to sleep in? You're still in your dress.
"Hey Camilo," you say, "I know this is a bit weird, but do you have any clothes that I can sleep in? I don't wanna ruin my dress."
He thinks for a moment, and then responds.
"Yeah, I think I have some pajama bottoms somewhere. I'll lend you one of my t-shirts as well." After digging around in his dresser, he hands you some clothing. "Where should I change at?" you ask.
He mumbles something under his breath.
"Hm?" you ask. "Uh- yeah, you can go into the closet below my bed." "Thanks," you say.
What was he mumbling about?
After you finish changing, you decide you should go to sleep. "Uhm... I'm pretty tired, where should I sleep?" "Oh, you can sleep in my bed. I'll just sleep on the floor."
You look at him as if he's committing a crime.
"No. You're sleeping in the bed." "What? No. You're a guest, you should get the bed." "Do I look like I care?" "You might not, but I do."
You sigh, and decide to make a deal.
"Alright, if that's the case, then I'll make you a deal. How about we both sleep in the bed, but separate ourselves with a pillow."
He begins to protest, but then stops.
"W- ok then... Just- lemme get into some night clothes really quick." After he changes his clothes, you both lay down. Nervous, you finally fall asleep, thinking about how your friendship with this boy would grow.
