Pretty Boy, Camilo x Reader

Part 5

Camilo POV

"Ay, ay, ay," I fell onto my bed. I should've invited them to dinner. I'm such an idiot! I yelled at myself.
"Tomorrow." I nodded, and laid down for rest.

     The next day, when Dolores looked at me, she smirked. Ah, dang it! She heard me. Not that much, but still.
     I sat down with my usual meal.
     "And make sure that we help out all day." Abuela said. (He didn't notice this sense he was paying attention to his food, but Abuela looked at him.)

     As soon as I got done with my last chore, I shifted into someone. I didn't care who.
     I walked towards the forest. Almost there then- Dolores grabbed me.
     "Camilo," she scolded.
     "What?"
     "We're supposed to be helping out. Come back," her hands were on her hips.
     "Why? I'm done with all my chores. I deserve a little solitude," I smiled.
     "You aren't going for solitude," she mocked me, "you're going to see them. And they aren't even there at the moment."
     "Wait, why?" I shifted back to myself.
     "They're doing their chores like a good child."
     "I did my chores," I wined.
     "Maybe just help out for a little bit, then I'll cover you. Deal?" She extended her hand for me to shake.
     "Deal!" I shook her hand.

     While I was babysitting, I saw them. Walking towards their spot.
     Shifting back to myself, I handed the child to the dad, and ran off.
     I looked at Dolores, she looked at me. We both nodded.

Third Person

     While you were sitting down, he yelled, "Hey!"
     You jumped a little, but said, "Hi," in return.
     He sat next to you. He looked over your shoulder at your drawing. But only catching a glimpse of it, you clutched it to your chest. Not letting him see.
     "Hey, let me see," he laughed while reaching for it.
     He eventually grabbed it, and looked at it. It was him, yesterday. It looked a lot like him, but not colored.
     He let out a little, "woah," while his mouth dropped.
     "G-give it back!" You reached for it.
     But he extended his arm the opposite direction. He looked at you, you face being right next to his. If you turned your face away from your notebook, your noses would be touching.
     "I wanna draw you!"
     "¿Que?"(What?) You turned your head. Realizing how close you were, you quickly sat down in your spot, flustered.
     "I wanna draw you. Well, at least attempt," he flipped the page while smirking. "I probably won't be as good as you, but I can try."
He grabbed your pencil from your hand, and began to attempt drawling. Looking at him, baffled, your flustered-ness, went down.
He looked at you, then said, "You should talk while I do this. So you also have something to do." He looked back down. "Go on."
You thought of something to talk about. So you just talked about all the tea Dolores talked about for the past years.