That's Why I Hate You [Camilo Madrigal x OC]

SIX: Weird Talks.

A/N: OKAY. SO. I wanted the two people who showed up at Camilo's door to be Augustín and Félix, and not Mirabel and Félix, so can we just ignore that I put Mirabel instead of her dad? Tank u :)
CAMILO POV:

What the fuck is this about?

"Heyy. . . Tío, Papi, shouldn't you be with Antonio?" Just let me go back to Maria please.

"Well, not until we talk to you, is Maria in there? Pepa wanted to speak with her about something as well." Augustín was the first to reply.

"W-well, she was earlier. . . I think she left to go talk to Mirabel about something. Act normal act normal act normal. Nothing was just happening, no one is in your room. Just you. Just you.

"Oh, alright, well, mijo, come with us." My father spoke up.

I already think I know what this is gonna be about... I braced myself for the awkwardness that was about to ensue.

*** 1ST PERSON POV:

"So. . . mijo. . . you are getting older. . ." Félix started. He didn't know how to put this in the right words. It was awkward for everyone sitting at that table. Pepa had talked to him. She wanted answers to her son's act. Fast.

She was scared. Well, not that scared. She was. . . Concerned, to say the least, that her son would do something stupid and end up in a situation that he couldn't undo. That wasn't the way she said it to Félix, but that's how Félix worded it in his head. He didn't like the idea of that kinda stuff, especially at Camilo's age.

"Just know that. . . Well, Félix, he is your son, you should be the one to say this to him. . ." Augustín didn't really want to take part in this either, but he was dragged down by his brother-in-law, because Félix didn't want to do this by himself.

"Just be. . . Safe, son. Don't do anything dumb that you can't undo in the future."

Camilo already knew what this was about. What his father was talking about. Are they serious right now?

"I think I know what you're talking about. . . And- why now?" Camilo wanted solid answers, some sort of reason. Though he thought he already knew, he wanted his father to say exactly why.

"Your mother and I saw how you acted around Maria. We just want you two. . . To well. . . Be safe." Camilo cringed at what his father was saying.

"I'm fifteen. Maria is fifteen. What- why? I just- I- nevermind. I'm going back to bed. Say hi to Antonio for me.

Camilo quickly walked out of the kitchen. He just wanted to know why his father of all people would think that he would have sex, at fifteen? Really? Or did he read this whole thing completely wrong, and this was something completely different? Camilo didn't quite know, but he tried to brush it off as fast as he could, before the thoughts came in.

Too late. The thoughts of what it would be like flooded Camilo's brain. Shit. No, not now, don't think about this stuff now!

He started running up the stairs. Before he opened his door, he looked back at Antonio's room, the music blasting, the people having a good time. They didn't know, did they?

MARIA POV:

I heard the door open. What took him so long?

"Hey, Maria you can come out now!" Camilo looked. . . slightly angry? He also had his hands up to his ears, his head slightly down.

He walked quickly to the side of the bed, and plopped onto it, putting his hands on his face and groaning.

"Are you okay? What did they need you for?" I really felt like I needed to know. I barely knew this guy, might as well try to learn something.

"Well, it was about us having sex. Apparently my mom thought that we would. . . Nevermind, you should probably go home now. . ." Camilo responded so quickly that I could barely tell what he was saying, but I could make out certain words. I felt just as embarrassed as the red-faced boy.

"Well, there's just one thing..."

"And that is?"

"I kinda need some sort of foundation or- well- something to cover up the bruises. . . Does your mom have anything that I could use?" I couldn't just walk outside with all that on my neck, could I? People would ask so many questions. . . It's not like I could get in trouble with my parents, but Camilo sure could.

"Oh, hold on, I'll be right back." Camilo walked out of the bedroom, and went to the left of the room. He was gone for a little bit, before walking back into the room, with a foundation that kit perfectly with my skin tone.

"How did you-"

"One of those doors allows me to make anything I want, only in that room. Even the room itself kinda changes into whatever I want it to be. So, here, you should be getting home now, people are starting to leave."

I nodded at the boy and covered up the bruises before standing up and adjusting my dress. I started to walk towards the door before Camilo grabbed my arm and turned me around, pulling me in for another passionate kiss. His hands cupped my face as I melted into his touch. We stared at one another, before I silently left the room, smiling like an idiot.

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