•Mariposa•|=Camiloxreader=

Do you like me?

-+-Third POV-+-

Mirabel closed the door and burst into laughter. She was clutching her stomach and rolling around on the floor.

"This isn't funny! I'm genuinely scared. Like what if it's a joke, or he's pitying me, or he didn't write it and when I tell him he'll think I'm trying to guilt trip him, or, or what if-" Y/n panicked, quickly being cut off by Mirabel shushing them.

"Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh. No negativity in my nursery. It's not that, I know it. I grew up with him and even I know that he wouldn't stoop that low. Think about all the times he's been caught staring lovingly at you, or when he flirts with you every other sentence. You need to understand that this is real."

Y/n knew it was real, they just couldn't believe that it was. With their mom dying and their conflict with Camilo the other month, they didn't think anything good could come of this.

They thought their luck had run out.

But now this was happening and they realised they should stop sticking their head in the sand and realise that they deserve this, because they did. Everything they got, they deserved.

Y/n smiled sheepishly and sat on Mirabel's bed. She got up from the floor and sat next to them. She slung her arm around their shoulder and smirked.

"So, are you gonna go tell him you like him?" Mirabel prodded earning an annoyed glare from their friend.

"I'm leaving." Y/n got up and Mirabel started laughing again. "And I'm never coming back."

Y/n heard something along the lines of 'You're gonna go make out with your boyfriend aren't you' and they scoffed. They saw him standing on the first floor smiling up at them like a lunatic.

"I'm not making out with that shit eating grin." They mumbled.

He ran to the bottom of the stairs as they stood at the top. He walked up and leaning close to them.

"Let's go to my room." He whispered, taking their wrist and leading them to his room. They shifted their arm and held his hand. He started blushing and grinning, though he immediately tried to hide it.

He opened the door for them and closed it behind them. Such a gentleman. They both sat on the bed and Camilo put his hand on Y/n's thigh.

They looked down at it and Camilo got embarrassed. He took his hand off and put it on his thigh. They smiled, taking his hand in theirs and resting it on their leg.

At this point they were both very flustered.

"So, did you like the note?" Camilo awkwardly started.

"Yes, I think it was well written. I didn't know you were a poet." Y/n Leaned on Camilo.

"Well I guess so." They grew silent for a minute.

The air was a little awkward but it started easing into a more comfortable setting. They could both hear each other's breathing and worried if the other could hear there rapid heartbeat.

"So, um.. I need to ask you something." Y/n looked back at him, nodding as a sign of reassurance, "You could kind of already guess that I like you because of the note. But do you like me?"

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