𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡? (𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐨 & 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Chapter 18

CAMILO'S POV
I picked up Max and looked at his, now bloody, face as I remembered what Carlos had told me when we discussed the plan.

"Make it look as least suspicious as possible."

I had totally forgotten about that part. How could I make it look somewhat not suspicious? His bed was already soaked in blood, so it wouldn't make sense to take him to the forest, and make it look like he was kidnapped.

"You just have to make everything difficult, don't you?" I said, looking at the lifeless body in my arms, sighing. I put him back on the bed. I had to think, and it had to be quick. After a moment, it hit me.

I ripped out a blank page from a notebook, I suppose was his, found a pen, and started writing. A smile crept onto my face, while I was writing. I didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. He was a disgusting person who deserved to die and to feel every single second of the pain through his death.

Finally I had finished the note, and read it through.

"Seems legit."

Chuckling, I put the note on the bed next to his corpse, and changed the position he was laying in, by moving his hand to his chest. Next, I took the kife, I had killed him with and softly placed it in his sloppy hand.

There. Suicide doesn't look suspicious.

I took a second to glance at the fake scene I just created, and couldn't help, but feel a little proud. That's when I started hearing footsteps coming from upstairs. Fuck. Quickly, I grabbed the keys, and made my way to the window, opening it, and without a second thought, I jumped out. I looked at the window, making sure to close it as much as I could, before locking the front door again.

Just as I was about put back the keys in the vase, I spotted some blood on them, and wiped it off with my shirt. His parents are never going to know how their son's murderer has been holding that key.

I walked behind the house where Carlos and I had put some clean clothes earlier for me to change, so that I could enter Casita without the risk of being caught with blood on me. I took one last look at the house, before heading back to Casita, where Y/n and Carlos should be right now. Oh, how I looked forward to having Y/n for myself again. Well, not exactly for myself only, but the point still stands. I will finally be able to look into her beautiful eyes, feel her touch, and smell her sweet scent again, just like before when she was mine.

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Y/N'S POV
I finished writing the note, and put it on my desk for the others to see when they woke up, so that they knew I was safe.

"Alright, I think I'm ready." I whispered to not wake anyone up, holding a little bag filled with some of my stuff.

"Great, let's get going."

I smiled to myself. Carlos' voice was so soothing. I could listen to it all day without getting tired of it.
That's when I looked up from the ground to see Carlos' hand out for me to grab, and a small blush crept onto my cheeks as I took his hand and started going towards Casita.

*TIME SKIP*

When we finally got to Casita, everyone was asleep, so we made sure to be quiet as we entered the big house. It was dark from all the lights being turned off. It was weird. I was used to it always being bright in here, since I'd only been here in the day time. We quietly went upstairs into Carlos' room, hoping that we didn't wake up anyone. After he had closed the door, he brought me to his bed, and we sat down next to each other, smiling, feeling at ease with one another.

"I've missed you so much", I whispered, having intense eye contact with the handsome boy in front of me.

"You have no idea how worried sick I've been about you, Y/N. That Max guy didn't give me or Camilo a good feeling,"

His voice was deep, and it felt like he meant the words he said.

"I hope you know that you deserve better."

Those words hit me like a bus. Did I really deserve better? It feels like I've been a horrible person for all this time I've been here.

"I don't really think so.." I snickered.

"Well I surely do." He gave me a comforting smile, his hand moving on top of mine.

We looked at eachother for what felt like an eternity, but in a good way. I wanted this to last long. It wasn't before he started to lean in, I felt like maybe we didn't have to just stare at eachother to enjoy each other's presence. I started leaning in as well, I needed the comfort and warmth of his lips. I closed my eyes, ready to feel his softness, when we were interrupted by someone barging in.

"Oh, did I interrupt something?" The familiar voice giggled. Camilo.

Never have I felt the feeling of happiness and rage at the same time. I did want him here, but did he really have to enter at this very moment?

"Ughhh Camilo!" Carlos groaned in annoyance, as he threw a pillow at him, before it hit him right in the face.

Camilo let out a quick yelp, and I couldn't help, but giggle at it.

"That wasn't very nice y'know..", he said, closing the door behind him, walking towards the bed with the pillow in his hands, while Carlos scoffed.

Right before sitting down, he flinged the pillow in Carlos' face, looking unbothered at his brothers groans from the harsh hit. This sent me laughing to the point where I got tears in my eyes. The rest of my body fell down on the bed from laughing.
When I had finally calmed down I looked up at the ceiling and let out a sigh.

"You two are the biggest idiots I know" I sat back up and rested my arms on one of their shoulders each. A moment of silence passed, before I noticed the twins smirking at each other.

"What are you looking like that fo-" Before I could finish my sentence, I felt a kiss on both of my cheeks, and my eyes widened, my cheeks changed to a red color, and I head the two giggle at my reaction.
But the laughter was over before we knew it, when Dolores entered the room, having an unusual expression on her face.

"Carlos, Camilo... we need to talk." Her voice sounded almost dissappointed.

The two boys shrugged and went out of the room with Dolores.

"We'll be right back, Y/N"

As the three were outside, I tried eavesdropping while they were talking.
The sound was very unclear. I could tell Dolores tried being quiet.

"Why did you get home so late?"
"Lies"
"You're hiding something."
"You need help."

Was all I could barely hear from the other side of the door. Her tone seemed concerned, angry and scared all at the same time. Why did it all sound so serious?

"𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬."
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I've had NO motivation to continue this story, but I've been starvung y'all for MONTHSSSS, so here your food, hope this wasn't too awful👊