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

27. There He Is

just for reference:
f/f = favorite flavor
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Day 4

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"What- how-" Camilo stutters.
"Yeah..." you say, responding to his confusion. "...My dad wasn't that great."

"I oughta break every bone in his body...." he whispers to himself.
"No," you say sternly.
"Why nottttttt?" He looks even more confused now.

"Because you would get in trouble. Columbia has laws, you know."
"Yeah. Wait- are you saying he still lives here?"
"Mhm."
"Bet, point him out to me the next time you see him."

"Alright. Wait...what are we gonna do about the room?"
"The room?"
"The room."

"Oh, the room. Well- I'd like to check it out."
"No."
"You know that I live there, so I can just walk in whenever I want, right?"
"Oh..."

You stand up.
"We should probably go do something while we have time," he suggests.
"Yeah, we should."

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While the two of you are walking around town, you spot an ice cream parlor. You point it out to Camilo, and he thinks it's a good idea too.
"After all, it is the summer," he explains.

You go inside to get your ice cream, then move outside to sit on the edge of the fountain in the center of town. Camilo got cookies and cream. You decided to stick with f/f.

"Hey- your ice cream looks good... can I try some?" Camilo asks.
"No."
"What? Why not?"
"Because you have your ice cream, and I have mine."
"But-"
"No 'buts'."
"Hmph." He slumps down, an immature and angry expression spread across his face.

A moment later, he begins staring past you.
"Hey- What's going on over there?" he asks.
You look over and see nothing. When you look back, Camilo is leaned over, tasting your ice cream.

"Hey," you say sharply, delivering a small smack the the top of his head.
"Ow!"
"Don't do it again, or it'll be worse."
"Eh... it was worth it."
"Mhm... sure."

As you're chatting with Camilo, something catches your attention. Suddenly, you grab his hand.
"We need to go."
"What? Where?"
"Anywhere. Not here."
Together, you stand up and walk away. The entire time you're walking, you're squeezing his hand tightly.

Camilo looks behind him, and sees a man following you.
"Y/n, who's that?"
"Him."
"Who?"
"HIM."
"Oh- your dad?"
"Sshhh quieten down. Also, yes."
"Hmm..."

When your dad is out of view, you begin running.
"Where are we going?"
"Uh... To my house."

You continue running to your house, not letting go of Camilo's hand. When you get there, your mom greets you at the door. When you stop, your breathing is heavy.

"Hey," your mom says.
Suddenly, you remember that you're still holding Camilo's hand. You let go, then begin talking to your mom.
"I saw him."
"Where?"
"At the fountain."
"Did he see you?"
"Yes."

Your mom pushes you inside the house, then turns to Camilo.
"I think it's best that you go home for the day."
"Oh... Is she alright?"
"Yes. She'll be fine by tomorrow."
"Oh, ok. Guess I ought to get going."
"Ok. Goodbye!"
"Bye."
"And one more thing," your mom adds.
"Hm?"
"Take good care of my daughter."