Angel~ 🖤🌙 (Camilo x Male Reader Fanfic)

We meet again

It had been two months since Y/n had seen Camilo, and since Camilo had seen Y/n. Y/n was still mad, turns out he was the type to hold a grudge.

Camilo's POV 

I pulled away from Avangeline, once more, feeling nothing. Damn, this sucks. I had thought to myself.  I hiccuped and turned into a baby, then again, and turned back to myself. Avangeline started laughing her ass off while I gave her a smile and looked out to the woods beyond the rock clearing. Y/n probably doesn't want to see me again. I thought, almost audibly sighing, but I caught myself. Avangeline finished looking like a complete idiot and sat up, placing her hand on mine. I wanted to pull it away. But, alas,  I must play in this game of charades. (Read That dramatically.) "I'm gonna go home, babe." I said, almost throwing up at my use of the word, "babe." I hopped off of the rock, landing a ninja roll, and Avangeline clapped excitedly. It was kind of annoying. "I love you!" Avangeline called as I walked away, waving a handkerchief that she had materialized from thin air. "Yeah, sure." I mumbled under my breath. "I love you, too!" I called back in a sappy tone, plastering a cheesy smile on my face as I waved and walked away. Blegh. Ew. I thought to myself as I walked off, determined to get the day over with. 

Third person POV

Y/n sat down at the table as Papa had finished setting out food. They were having mashed potatoes, chicken, and broccoli. Y/n quietly ate his food, staring down at the table, in a daze. "Y/n, why have you been so quiet and cooped up lately?" Papa asked, resting his head on the table so he was in Y/n's field of vision. "Papa, I told you, it's nothing to worry about. You can stop asking me." Y/n said in a embarrassed tone. "This is the first time I've asked you." Papa said, defensively. "You ask me tres times a week, Papa." Y/n said, still not looking up at Papa. "And I will start asking cuatro times a week if you don't give me an answer." Papa said with finality. Y/n didn't answer, he instead got up and dumped the rest of his food into the trash can and washed off his plate and fork, setting them on the counter and going off to his room. He went to his dresser and removed everything apart from his underwear. He didn't plan on exiting the room, so that would've been fine for now.

He walked across the room and pulled out his favorite book. He went over and sat on the bench by his window, letting the moonlight be the source for his reading. As he read, he mumbled a few words out loud. Words that made him think of Camilo. He read, running his hand through his h/l, h/c hair. He read until an unfamiliar shadow was cast over the moon, completely snuffing out his light source. Y/n then hear tapping. Tap, tap, tap, against his window. Y/n stiffened. He wasn't scared of much, just the unknown. And whatever was tapping on the window was certainly unknown to him. Y/n sunk into the floor, still not looking at whatever was behind him. His window was fairly close to the bed, so he pulled a blanket off of it and stood up quickly, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He turned around slowly to face whatever was as the window. He let out a small yelp once he saw Camilo, staring through the window.

Y/n walked over slowly, looking Camilo straight in the eye. Camilo hooked extremely nervous. He was also shaking, but that might have been because it was below 20 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Everyone thought that Senõra Pepa must have been feeling a strong emotion, causing the cold front to come in.  Y/n hit the window with his fist, causing Camilo to stumble back a little on the roof. Not enough to go over the edge, though. Y/n sighed and opened the window, giving Camilo a hand gesture to come through. Camilo climbed through, but lost his balance and landed on his face. "Ow.." he grumbled, now a child due to the shock of the fall. He hopped up and shook his head, now back to normal. "Why are you here?" Y/n asked, annoyed. He walked towards his closet door. "I wanted to talk." Camilo explained, looking down at his feet. Y/n took his blanket off and entered the closet, looking for a shirt to put on. "And what did you want t talk about? Why so late?" He scoffed. "Just about... things." Camilo hesitated as he sat down on Y/n's bed. 

Y/n exited the closet with a plain black shirt on, then crouched down in front of his dresser to find pants. Camilo averted his eyes and looked at the wall. "What things?" Y/n asked, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. He sat down on the bench by his window and looked at Camilo. "Look at me." Y/n demanded. Camilo snapped his head over. Y/n gasped slightly at his stained cheeks and puffy eyes. Camilo had been crying. "Hey, hey!" Y/n exclaimed calmly, standing up. "Why where you crying?" He asked as he made his way over to Camilo and kneeled down in front of him. 

Y/n's POV

This is so... unusual for him. He looked so vulnerable and scared, like if a said one insult, it would break him. I didn't know he could be so fragile. I thought as I looked Camilo in the eye. I could feel real pain, irradiating off of him. "Avangelinewasfake." Camilo said in a rush, which I didn't quite understand. "What?" I asked, now smoothing his hand to calm him down. Camilo took a deep breath. "Clear skies." He mumbled under his breath. Aw, I thought only Senõra Pepa said that. That's adorable. I thought to myself, because it was actually fucking adorable. "My relationship with Avangeline was fake."