So You've Fallen for a Madrigal? (Camilo Madrigal x female reader)

20. Morning? or?...

Your eyes flutter open. What time is it? It must be noon by now. You attempt to sit up, but stop.
When you look down, the pillow next to you is gone, and Camilo is snuggled up to you, latching onto your arm. Upon further inspection, you realize that he's still asleep.

Y/n pov:
He's really warm... Is he alright? Like- he's actually burning up. Either way, this is really comfy. He's so cute when he sleeps too. NSKXN NO. STOP THINKING LIKE THAT. YOU'RE FRIENDS. Wait... Why haven't I woken him up yet? I probably should... But I need another minute, dangit-

After another 5 minutes of just looking down at Camilo, you finally wake him up. How do you do this? Why, a boop on the nose of course! When you do this, he slowly wakes up.

"Mmffhm..." He mumbles.
"Wakey wakey," you giggle lightly.
Suddenly, he's aware of the situation. He quickly sits up, beginning to blush with embarrassment.

"Uhm- I'm sorry about that..."
"It's alright. After all, you were unconscious."

Camilo pov:
That's what she thinks...

"Anyways," you continue, sitting up, "what time is it?"
Casita hands you a clock by rolling it along with the floor tiles.

"Thanks Casita... It's 1 already?!" You look over at Camilo, who is staring off into space. You're beginning to think he's not alright.

"Hey, Camilo!" You snap. He looks at you with a scared face.
"I-I," he stutters, unable to speak.
"What's wrong?" You ask.

"I've missed half of my chores already. Abuela is going to kill me."
"Oh-" you start, "Well- if it's of any use, maybe I can tag along and help you out when it's necessary."

He doesn't hesitate to answer.
"You'd really do that?"
You nod your head.
"Thank you so much-"
"It's no problem. I realize now that I probably need to go find my mom to tell her I'm ok, though."

"Yeah, that makes sense." You get out of bed. "Should I wear my dress from last night to go home?"
"Oh- nah," he responds, "We can just steal some of Mirabel's clothes."
"What? No."
"Hey, as long as you return them, it's not a bad thing to do."
"True... ok."

He gets up, and you both head over to Mirabel's room. She's not there, so he takes a nice outfit and the both of you run back to his room like little kids.

When you try on the outfit, you're happy it fits. It's a white shirt with a flower design, and a yellow skirt with little flowers around the bottom.

"Looks nice," Camilo says.
"Yeah, Mirabel's taste in clothing is alright," you respond. Suddenly, you both remember that you have things to do. You both run down the stairs and through the house, almost running into a man.

"Watch where you're going, Camilo!" the man shouts.
"Sorry, papa!" Camilo replies quickly, not slowing down. When you get to the center of town, the two of you say your goodbyes and then branch off to do different things. When you get home, your mom sees you, but isn't worried.

"Hey, mom," you say.
"Hey," she responds, "in case you're wondering, I was already informed that you were with the Madrigals."

What? How did she know?

"I was delivered a letter by some kind of bird."
"Oh- that's weird. By the way," you start, "I hope you don't mind if I go and help one of the Madrigals with their chores. They woke up late."
"Oh, that's fine."
"Thank you!"

You run out the door, not waiting for her to say anything else. When you reach Camilo, he's standing in front of a house talking to a couple. When the couple leaves, he turns to you, looking shocked.

"Hey," you say.
"Hey," he exhales, "First question: are you here to help?" You nod your head.
"Second question:" he continues, "are you good with children?"