Mi amor ~ Camilo Madrigal x oc~

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Abuela didn't want to see anyone most of the time, she wouldn't even let Mami in. The times she did let anyone in it was by only my surprise that she was asking for me. I spent hours in her room letting her braid small strands of my hair putting flowers in the braids. She constantly complimented my hair saying she missed her hair when she was young.

Telling all about how she would hang fathers from the ends of small braids in her long hair. Or how she wore dresses just like mine. I had always just seen her as the old cranky woman. Never seeing her as the true wild beautiful woman she was. When she wasn't doing an array of styles in my hair she was telling me stories of her youth. Like how she met Abuelito and how he too ran away. It took me a long time to realize that Abuela and I where more similar then I had thought.

The village seemed to be falling apart. The Madrigals home was in ruins. Sofia and Mami went over with the rest of the village to help. Taking Maria and Ana with them to help in anyway young girls with short attention spans can. It left me and Abuela home alone just the two of us. But Abuela wanted to be alone said she needed time to rest. So it left me alone by my self.

It was peaceful and to be completely honest I enjoyed it. At least up until someone who shouldn't have been there showed up. I sat on the back step flipping through a book I had read a hundred times before. When this bastard child from hell through a rock at me. Rubbing my hand on my forehead I looked up, "Shouldn't you be helping rebuild your fuckin house."

Pulling him self up onto the short wall Camilo scoffed, "Do you have to cuss at me every time you see me?" Laughing at him struggling I placed the book down beside me, "You still haven't answered my question." Finally pulling him self over the edge he ran his hands down his face, mustering out a few words that barely made sense, "I got bored and Mirabel said they didn't need me anymore. Now if you wouldn't mind helping me get down before I stomp on your flowers."

Setting the book down I just watched him struggle nearly squishing the herbs and the flowers alike. Pushing my self up I looked at him confused. Something was different, I couldn't quite place it but it was there. It could have been small but he looked different. Was it in his large smile that he hadn't shook? Or maybe the glint in his eyes?

Then it hit me, "You made your self taller..." He looked at me appalled like I had shoved a stake through his heart and screamed demon be gone. I started to laugh, "I'm serious you look taller!" He sat down beside me on the steps messing with the ends of my long bright red skirt, "Your rude." I looked down at him even more confused then I already was, "How am I the rude one here?"

He ran his hands across the embroidered white roses at the bottom. I tugged at the white cropped top, "Are you sulking?!" He didn't give me an answer. Sometimes he was the most childish person I had ever met. And other times he seemed to be so mature for just fifteen. I waved my hand in front of his face my words low, "Camiloooooo are you ignoring me."

He continued to ignore me as he messed with the  maroon tassels on the rim of my skirt. Is he being serious. You remember what I said about him being mature. I'm pretty sure that's bull shit. I called his name again. And again. And another time just for luck. THAT DAMN SMILE ON HIS FACE JUST KEPT GROWING.

I even started calling him names like stupid...annoying...anything I could think of I called him. If there is one thing I hate more then Camilo it was being ignored. And honestly I had enough after the first two minutes passed I kept getting more and more annoyed. So I did the only thing my tiny brain could think of. I stood up and walked over to a large painted rock in the center of the herb garden. Ana had painted it for Mami to put in the garden.

I lifted it up pulling out the match box and small wood container. Setting the rock back down I mumbled, "Gonna fuckin ignore me you little bitch. Imma do something stupid to make you stop ignoring me." This is about to not be my finest moment. If you still have some form of respect for me. I'm sorry.....yeah that's about all I can say. Really I'm truly sorry for how I'm going to disappoint you. Here goes nothing.

Walking back over to the steps where Camilo was flipping through the book I had left I sat down trying to keep my cool. Sitting down next to him I opened up the small box. Let's make this very clear this is not the first time I've done this. It's probably the third and hopefully the last.  Clearing my throat I pulled the small bright white cigarette out of the box.

The first time I was curious of what Mami saw in it. The second time I was trying to impress a group of kids who's names I can't remember. Now, we'll I'm just annoyed.  Placing the cancer stick in between my lips I tried to contain my self. I light a match and from there well you can guess what happened next. A minute or so passed of my staring off into the distance holding the cigarette in between my pointer and middle finger. This idiot didn't notice at first or either he was ignoring me.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and noticed his wide eyed expression, "Yes?" Scoffing he looked away. I brought it up to my lips about to take a long drag and pray I wasn't going to cough. When the Idoita finally got out of his pouting faze. He grabbed it from in between my fingers, "What do you think your doing?" FINALLY HE WAS TALKING TO ME. This is the part I feel I should again apologize for. Please scroll if you wish to still hold faith in me.

I grabbed his wrist guiding his hand back up towards my face, "Que eres mi, papa? (What are you my, dad?)" He was about to say something, which I wasn't going to let him at this point I was just annoyed. And I do have a flair for vengeance. I leaned forward stoping just before the bud of the cigarette, "If you wanted me to call you Papi you could have just asked." There was a good second of silence.

Pulling his hand away from my face, my own hand still grasped on his wrist, he put the cigarette out on the steps. Looking back at me he grimaced, "Your annoying did anyone ever tell you that." I smiled leaning my head against his shoulder, "I know I am." Listen the wind was facing east and so my neck hurt I just needed to lean my head against something and he was the closest thing. I'm not proud of my self either....I did it to get back at him that's it.