𝗗𝗔𝗛𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 ✧ camilo madrigal

𝟎𝟎𝟏 . 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁❟ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀

[ 18 years old ]

"Buenos días, (Y/N). Mind if we talk downstairs?" your tía asked as she knocked at your open door. You turned your head up, waking up from the voice and hearing a knock on the door while you were taking a nap at your table with your arms resting above it, and you looked at her.

"Sure, tía. I'll just clean up my table's mess," you agreed as you awkwardly chuckled.

"Okay, I'll wait, then." She smiled, then proceeded to walk out. You looked back at your table and arranged the books that you had read earlier.

Two months ago, you came here to Encanto to have a vacation after your graduation from high school to the city you lived in, and now, your family has decided to take you here to the town where your tía is currently living.

As far as living here, you're pretty content in this wonderful place. You also met new people in town, particularly this welcoming Madrigal named Mirabel. She gave you a tour about two months ago, and it's been a pleasure talking with her about her magical family and this beloved town.

Back to present: you finally finished arranging your table and decided to go downstairs since your tía wants a conversation with you.

"Hola, tía. What's up?" you greeted her as you went to the living room.

"Hola. Take a seat first, cariño," she said with a smile, motioning her hand directly to the sofa, and you did exactly what she said.

"As I mentioned earlier, I want to talk with you since I'll go to an event today, and I got an idea that I should let you go with me so that, you know, you can also see what's the other place here in town," your tía informed.

"I would like to, but where is that event?" you asked.

"It's a friendship reunion I have with the triplets of La Familia Madrigal." She chuckled. "It will occur in Casita, where they live," she added.

Them and that place―the one you've always heard about from the villagers and the one you were close to two months ago, Mirabel. She mentioned something about this Casita, and this house is also magical and alive. You can't wait to learn more about this fascinating place.

"Is it fine for you if you go with me? They would be really glad to finally see you, dear," she softly said.

"Fine for me, tía," you accepted.

"¡Bueno! We will go there later this afternoon, and I hope we can prepare well," she replied as she stood up, and you did the same as you nodded.

Then, when your tía was about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, you added a comment. "Tía, may I also help in the kitchen? I don't want to somehow look like a burden here... again," you suggested as you glanced to the corner.

Your tía looked back at you, and she chuckled. "Of course, you may, but I want to remind you that you're not at all a burden. We talked about this a few weeks ago, right?" she reassured.

"Oh, yeah," you realized. "I appreciate the confirmation, tía." You smiled, and she smiled back.

"My pleasure, cariño. I should also be the one who appreciates your help," she replied, and you just chuckled at her comment.

"We can't wait here, can we? Let's get to work in the kitchen." She sweetly laughed as she walked towards the entrance of the kitchen, and you followed behind her while still smiling.

A few hours later, you and your tía make your way to the Casita after both of you have finished preparing yourselves.

You remembered this place that you rarely visit since you spend most of your time in the market helping your tía buy some necessities. The view of the streets with flowers and various plants surrounding them never ceases to amaze.

When you both arrived at the Casita, the door opened for you. You smiled at the action, remembering the magic that exists in this town.

You saw visitors, or more likely friends of the Madrigals here in Casita, talking and having fun while waiting for the others to come.

"¡Hola, amiga! You're finally here," a woman with curly red hair in a yellow dress greeted your tía, and a rainbow appeared above her.

"Hola, Pepa. I thank you for your invitation. It's been a while," your tía returned the greeting with a warm hug, and Pepa did the same. Pepa then looked at you with an intrigued expression.

"Is she your sobrina that you've always told us about?" Pepa smiled at your tía.

"Yes," your tía answered.

"Hola, señora," you greeted.

"Hola, hija. It's nice to meet you. Did you know how amazing your tía's perspective is?" Pepa chuckled. "She tells about the moments when she was with you. I think your tía's favorite is you!" she added.

"She's one of the best among her siblings, but I don't want to be prejudiced against others," your tía reassured.

"I see," Pepa replied with a chuckle. "Oh! I can't wait for you to meet mi hijo. He is your age. I was hoping you two would get along." Pepa looked back at you again, and you just smiled; you don't have any idea how to respond.

You have a really bad memory sometimes and can't remember what his name is; the last time you heard it was two months ago. While they are talking, you're trying to recall what her son's name is.

"Mi hijo is pretty friendly. If they met, I'm sure their bond would work out," Pepa added.

"Really?" your tía asked.

"Are you doubting my thoughts about them?" They both laughed, and you're just standing there beside them, smiling to avoid appearing rude in front of them.

'Are they badly want me to have bond with this Madrigal son? What's the deal?' you thought.

As they were talking, you looked around to see if someone could have a conversation with you or even someone you knew. 'Maybe if I find Mirabel here, I could help myself get rid of this awkward standing.' You gulped.

Meanwhile, the guy with the curly brown hair came out of his room, noticed the visitors, and greeted them as he made his way downstairs. When he went downstairs, he witnessed his mother talking to a friend and an unknown girl beside them.

"Ooh, she looks like a new villager here in town. I rarely see her," Camilo mumbled, and he continued to walk to the kitchen.

When he got to the kitchen, he grabbed his favorite arepa and bit into it. He was celebrating himself while he did his little dance, as he closed his eyes and tasted the freshly cooked, flavorful arepa he had just eaten, until he opened his eyes and realized someone that he had noticed earlier.

"Hold on, that new villager is the--"