•Mariposa•|=Camiloxreader=

Laughing and chatting

//So I realised that that I love typing on my iPad so I guess you'll be getting a few chapters today. It may not be the same for the rest of the week because I'm going to school again tomorrow.//

-+-Third POV-+-

Dolores walked into the dining room with a saddened look on her face. "Camilo's a little nauseous. He's staying in his room for the night. Also, he said hi."

Y/n felt like it was their fault. They knew they didn't make him sick, but they didn't believe what Dolores said. He didn't look sick when they saw him before dinner. Something told them he didn't want to see them.

+-+Time skip - three weeks+-+

Three weeks had passed since the incident and nothing went back to normal. During dinner it was either Y/n staying in Mirabel's room, Camilo staying in his, or one sits next to Alma and the other sits on the other end of the table. Neither of them attended breakfast or lunch.

Y/n was tired of living in the same place as someone who was avoiding them. Mirabel came back from dinner with some leftovers on a plate. She had a small grin on her face, which she quickly tried to smother.

"So, sorta good news, I guess. Just be warned, only the strong and brave can handle the might of the truth!" She threw her hands in the air dramatically. Y/n laughed.

"Okay! Just tell me what it is! I cannot take the anticipation."

"Alright, so, I found out something about Camilo. Take it with a grain of salt I guess. Dolores and I were chatting during dinner and Camilo looked kinda worried and stared at Dolores and stuff. I asked her if Camilo was okay and she said, 'oh yeah he's fine. I just heard him talking to himself about his crush on Y/n before dinner.' And I was like 'OMG HOLY MOTHER OF EVERYTHING GOOD!' Y/N HE LIKES YOU! THAT'S WHY HE'S NOT TALKING TO YOU!"

Y/n didn't know how to act. They hadn't considered that point yet, and they hadn't even thought about how they felt for Camilo. They just sat there. Dumbfounded expression on their face. And a blush finding its way to their face, causing Mirabel to get excited.

"OH MY GOD, YOU LIKE HIM! YOU LIKE MY COUSIN!" Mirabel exclaimed happily, before the truth of the matter sank in. "Oh my god.. you like my cousin? The one that traumatized you? I feel bad for you."

"Geez, I haven't thought about it like that yet. He's probably got a reasonable reason or something. I just can't face him without totally freaking out." Y/n muttered.

"Well," Mirabel sighed, walking over to Y/n and sitting beside them, "I think you should try talking to him tomorrow. I know Abuela thinks so highly of her guests so I'm sure if you work it out with Camilo, she'll praise you for the rest of your life. She really sees you as a little Isabella. So perfect. Because you are!"

The two teens started laughing and after a while of chatting and eating, they both went to sleep.

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