My gaze lingers after her as she exits the room. The warmth from the space left with her and I immediately feel that pull in my chest. I miss her. I hear a quiet squeak from around a corner in the kitchen. Dolores sticks her head out and walks towards me slowly, as if to make sure I didn't run or something.
"Camilo," she says quietly, "Its her."
"Who?" I ask.
"The girl! The girl from your prophecy, you know the one who..." she trails off.
"No," I say dismissively. I start to walk out of the room until Dolores's arm catches mine pulling me back to face her.
"If you're reacting like this... it's obviously her." She squeezes my arm, I know she's right.
I think back to the vision Bruno gave me. I was only five, but I remember it clearly. The vision depicted me holding a girl in my arms. She was unconscious, I was crying and it looked as if the rest of my family was mourning over her with me. Just before that image, a voice sung a melody but it was quickly cut off by a scream and a loud crash.
"No, no it's not her. It can't, be her." I repeat, shaking my arm loose from her grip. I walk over to the counter grabbing a water glass and filling it from the sink. (Again I don't know if they had indoor plumbing but... you know the drill, just use your imagination)
"Listen," I say refusing to look into her sad eyes, trying to control the anger starting to bubble inside my chest. "Its not her. Brunos visions have been wrong, they can be wrong again. And even if they're not, he can be off on something, like she can recover!" Trying to keep my voice steady. I keep trying to convince myself she will be fine, but deep down in my gut I know the truth. Brunos visions are never wrong.
Felicity's POV:
I fell back onto Camilo's bed. My feelings swirling. All I can think about is Camilo. His eyes, his curls, his laugh, just everything about him. Although i'm incredibly tired and finally have the opportunity to sleep I can't rid him from my brain. When he pulled me against his chest, what did he mean by that. The most confusing part was, I didn't pull away, and neither did he.
As I stare at his room I notice it turns a deep shade of red and it keeps switching between red and blue. Remembering Camilo told me it reflects his emotions I become worried and creep out of his room and down a set of stairs that miraculously appear in front of me. As I tiptoe towards the kitchen, I peak my head around the corner to see Camilo and Dolores talking. I can't hear them but Camilo keeps shifting into different people when he talks, he shifts into me about every other person. Dolores places a hand on his shoulder trying to ground him and he shifts back into himself and buries his face in his hands. Dolores wraps her arms around his tense shoulders and he seems to relax a bit. I'm relived he's ok, or at least Dolores is taking care of him. Deciding it was the best time to sneak away without getting caught I stalk back up the stairs and back into Camilo's room. The colors of his room start to calm down and I slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking of that curly haired shapeshifter.
*The next morning*
I wake up slowly, my eyes crack open and my whole nerve systems starts to get going again. As if each muscle and tendon are gears starting to grind together to form a well oiled machine. It takes me a minutes to adjust to the light in the room. A small window disperses light around the room which gives it a dreamy look. I then notice the walls around me turn into a beautiful pastel pink. I glance at the mirror on the wall next to the bed, taking in my groggy eyes and messy hair. In the corner stands a familiar figure. A flash of yellow and the bounce of curls tell me who it is.
"Buenos dias, hermosa!" Camilo says "How'd you sleep?"
"Best I've slept in weeks" I laugh my voice still a bit raspy from sleep.
"Im glad," he says genuinely, "My bed is super comfy," he cracks smile and hops on the bed, sitting next to me.
"What time is it?" I ask rubbing the sleep in my eyes.
"Well," he says looking at the invisible watch on his wrist, "Its 4:30 on Thursday."
My jaw drops, "B-but yesterday was Tuesday I thought!" I start to panic.
"Yeah," a smirk breaks his face and a laugh fights his smooth words, "you were really tired I guess,"
"Oh ha ha," I say sarcastically and he throws his head back laughing. "you just don't know how to read a watch," I say grabbing his arm and pointing at his wrist. "Its really a Wednesday and it's time for breakfast." I feel his eyes on me and I fight a smile.
"Ahora hablas mi idioma!" he smirks at me. His eyes watching me quizzically. (Now you're speaking my language) I just look back at him, smiling an unsure grin. "Si puedes entenderme ahora mismo, toca mi mano dos veces," Camilo says facing his palm towards me. (if you can understand me right now, tap my hand twice.) Not knowing what to do I give him a high five. Suddenly the walls turn bright yellow and he starts laughing all over again.
"What?" I ask trying not to sound scared.
"Dolores owes me a churro! You don't understand Spanish! I knew it!" he explains excitement radiating off of him.
"What makes you guess I don't understand Spanish?" I try to make it sound like he was wrong. All he does is shoot me a challenging look.
"Eres la chica mas hermosa que he conocido, " he gazes into my eyes and his body slightly relaxes, his eyes becoming soft. (You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met.) All I do is stare into his mesmerizing eyes, falling into an abyss of feelings, all jumbled but the one that persists is happiness.
"What did i just say to you, mi vida?" he questions, snapping me out of my trance.
"Uh," I stutter for an excuse but come up with nothing. He just snickers, gets off the bed and extends a hand for me to do the same. I take his hand and climb out of the bed, stretching my legs before I place them on the floor.
"I'm going to get changed, I don't think going to breakfast in my pajamas would make a good impression." I laugh awkwardly removing my hand from his, although my skin craves his touch.
"Alright," he says crossing his arms as he stands in the middle of the room starring at me. I give him a confused and he just nodded towards my backpack which sits on top of his dresser. "Get changed, your breakfast is getting cold," I finally realize what he means and I scoff, rolling my eyes. I grab a pillow off his bed and throw it at him. He laughs and barely dodges the pillow running down the hallway. He gets to the door and turns around, "Are you sure you don't need help 'cause my offer still stands-"
"Out Camilo!" I yell and he zips out the door. I giggle to myself and shake my head. Throwing on my skirt and blouse, I head out the door.
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My Favorite Chameleon
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...
