My shapshifter Camiloxreader

Blame

Y/n POV

"You did the right thing. I know it doesn't feel like that but you did" she hugs me tighter and cry into her shoulder.

"I could have ran faster, I should have ran faster" Mirabel puts her finger to my mouth

"Shush, you did the best you could have" I nod slightly. After a few minutes I get up and walk out. I find Miguel and he hugs me

"Hey" He smiles at me and I walk side by side with him. "How are you feeling?" He asks and I play with my fingers
"Guilty" I mutter and we sit on a bench

"Why?" I laugh harshly
"Why am I feeling guilty? I let innocent people die"
"No you did not" He says and I pull my knees up to my chest,

"I still feel like that though" I whisper and he puts his head on my shoulder

"You're allowed to have your feelings, but do not for one minute think that what happened was your fault" I bite my lip and look at the sky "okay?"

"Okay" I mutter. I sigh and Miguel sighs "how are you?" I ask,

"I'm...doing okay" he says slowly

"If you need to talk-"

"I know" he smiles and I put my head on his. He takes my chin and I look at him. He kisses me, I push him away and jump up. What the hell? Did he really just kiss me?
"What the hell?" I ask and wipe my mouth
"Y/n, I like you, you like me let's just-"

"I don't like you like that" I say, panicked.
"You don't mean that" he laughs
"I just see you as a friend" I stutter and his cheeks light up

"I thought you did, you always flirt with me" I stare at him

"No, I don't!"

"Yes you do" I slow my racing heart

"I'm sorry, I thought. God I'm an idiot" he mumbles, his face in his hands.
"I'm going to go, I'll see you tomorrow" I say and hurry up the hill. Oh my god, oh my god. I go into my room and slam the door. I pace, rubbing my temples. What the fuck? I shift two times and my head pounds, I sit on my bed. I wipe my eyes, why am I crying about this? Oh my god. I swing my door open, cover my face and walk out of the house. I walk to the edge of the forest when someone calls my name. I turn and Camilo jogs towards me, jesus. I plaster on fake smiles and wipe my face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, face full of concern

"Oh yeah, just getting twitchy" I lie and he looks at me, I fake an arm spasm and he narrows his eyes at me.

"Are you sure?" He asks, kindly, wiping a tear from my cheek. I blush
"Yeah I just" I stop when I see Miguel run up. Oh god, he needs to go.