Through Your Eyes || Camilo Madrigal

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Ana wore the flower-patterned overalls she had left at Casita the other day. She and Camilo left for the town together, Ana now a common addition to Camilo's daily chores. They walked through the markets and the rest of the village, helping out where they could.

Someone had wanted a basket of fireworks delivered to a stand so Camilo and Ana were taking it across the market for them. The basket was in Camilo's arms, it was good sized and bursting with all kinds of fireworks.

"That's a lot of fireworks." Ana mentioned.

"No kidding. It's pretty heavy too." Camilo grunted under the weight.

"You want me to carry it."

"It won't be lighter in your arms."

"Fair enough."

They turned a corner and slammed into another person coming the other direction. Camilo fell backwards, the basket spilling its contents on the ground. Ana started helping Camilo up when she glanced at the person they had run into.

Carlos was sitting in the dirt, rubbing his nose, the weave of the basket imprinted on his face. He looked up at them as Camilo got to his feet.

"Carlos?" Ana asked.

"Oh, hey." He replied. Seeing the basket of fireworks on the ground, he immediately started picking up the sparklers and rockets scattered across the stones. "I'm so sorry, here, let me help." He gathered up the fireworks in the basket, setting it upright at Camilo's feet.

"What are you doing?" Camilo glared at him.

"Oh, well I ran into you and- Listen, I'm really sorry about- I was at the party and- Okay, wait."

"Stop mumbling, is this some sort of prank?" Camilo continued to remain cold, his arms crossing in front of him.

"No! I just- I- Umm..." Ana looked closer at his face and saw a bruise on his cheek.

"Is that from where Camilo punched you? I don't remember it looking that bad." She asked.

Carlos looked at her confusedly, lifting a hand to his face, his fingers brushing lightly across his cheek. "Oh, no. This is new. I just ran into my door frame last night when I got home." He laughed but his eyes flickered off to the side. "It looks a lot worse than it actually is."

"Well, if you want, I'm sure that you can just go to Julieta and get it healed." Ana mentioned, not at all convinced by his excuse.

"Ahh, well, I probably won't do that." He scratched the back of his head looking away.

"Why not?"

"The Hernandez family isn't a huge fan of the Madrigals." Camilo interjected, still glaring at Carlos. "And vice versa."

Carlos' head was tilted downward and his eyes wandered along the brick wall beside them.

"Oh my gosh, no one cares, just come with us, we have to get back to Casita anyway to set up for dinner after we deliver this." Ana glared at the boys.

"No." Camilo said firmly.

"Camilo." Ana stared him down. He finally gave in with a reluctant sigh.