ᴍɪꜱᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢꜱ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Camilo woke up, already used to Mirabel's daily bangs on the doors each morning.

He sat up and groggily made his way to fix himself up. Something felt odd, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Ugh, man." Camilo scratched his back. His eyes shot wide, was that him? "Hello?" His mouth opened slightly as he rushed to look at himself in the mirror, leaning in closer on his chin. Still no sign of stubble, "Dang it." Camilo mumbled.

He looked at himself, he looked the same, but he was taller, and looked... older?

He shrugged it out and shapeshifted to his younger self walking out of his room.

He looked around, the doors were all the same, but different? Hold on... Camilo narrowed his eyes, "Carlos?" He questioned. "What?" He heard someone reply. He jumped looking down to see a boy version of his sister.
"Uh..."
"You good, Tío Camilo"

"Tío?" He questioned. Carlos looked to the side then back at Camilo. "Right. Imma go now." Carols awkwardly pointed somewhere before walking away.
"Camilo! Why are you younger?" He heard his mom yell. "Younger?" He asked looking down to see his mom with a cloud above her head. "Shapeshift back to yourself." She said with a frown. "Uh... right." He let go of the rails looking around for some kind of photo of him he supposedly looked.

He found a photo frame of himself in a suit. It was Dolores' wedding. His mouth dropped open as he shapeshifted back to his present now older Camilo.

"Still shocked about it, huh? It's been 8 years since the wedding as you still can't get over the fact that your sister is married with 5 kids?" He looked up and found Mirabel leaning against the railings while smirking. His mouth was still opened as he stared at her.

"What?" She asked, Camilo closed his mouth and swallowed his spit. "N-Nothing, just...uh, is this how I-?" He moved his hands in a circle motion. Mirabel raised her brow, "You really should stop shapeshifting so much, but yeah." She smiled, patting his shoulder while walking away.

"W-wait! You know I'm always forgetting things, how old are we?" Camilo asked, holding onto Mirabel's shoulder. "Camilo, are you okay?"
"I will be if you answer the question."
"23."
"23...they got married the same year? They had 5 kids in 2 years?!"
"Well, technically one is on the way, so they had 4 kids in two years."
'Oh wait.'
Camilo shook his head, "Um, about, Y/N...?"

Mirabel stared at him with a face. "Have you lost your memory?" She asked, "Uhm, yes." Camilo quickly replied leaving his cousin shocked, "Uh... I'll-I'll let you figure that one out on your own."

...

Camilo was out in the town, it had gotten bigger, there were taller buildings too.

His eyes widened at the sight of a wagon moving without a donkey hauling it along. There was someone inside. "Man, look at that car." He heard someone say. "Car?" Camilo looked at the car making a right. What year was he in?

He tried searching for you, turning lefts and rights. It was like a maze.
He rounded another corner bumping into someone. "Oh I'm sorry."
"Nah, you're fine, It was my fault anyways."

"...Cecilia?"

"Yo!"

"Man, look at you! You've grown so much!"

"You literally saw me yesterday?"

"Did I?"

"Yeah, I was at your house?"

"Oh right right... uh, have you seen Y/N anywhere by any chance?"

"Y/N? They are where they always are."
Camilo blinked at them.
"The library?" Cecilia said, raising an eyebrow. Camilo continued to stare at the girl. "Ugh," she sighed, "follow me."