Imagine
Carlos De Vil x reader
Your knuckles rapped at the door for what seemed like 5 minutes before finally it opened, revealing Carlos's beaming face.
"What'd you get?" you asked excitedly, practically bouncing with anticipation.
Without giving you a response, Carlos turned around and walked over to the drawer next to his bed. You followed him, shutting the door behind you.
Carlos pulled a piece of paper out of the drawer and handed it to you quickly.
You read the paper frantically and yelled when you saw the grade on the top.
"A+! Oh my god Carlos you did better than I did!" You yelled excitedly as you pulled him into a tight hug.
The smile did not leave his face as he happily accepted the hug and wrapped his arms around you.
You had been tutoring Carlos in French since he first got to Auradon and it was definitely starting to pay off. Not just in his grades, but in your friendship as well.
At first, you were a bit awkward with each other but now you were the closest of friends and were a lot more comfortable with each other.
As you pulled way from the hug, Carlos's eyes caught yours and suddenly you felt like time had stopped.
Heart pounding wildly, Carlos started to lean in closer to you, and you returned the favor. Right before your lips would have touched, his bedroom door burst open.
"Carlos!" Jay yelled.
Both of you jerked away from each other, a blush already creeping up your neck as Jay took in the situation.
"Sorry man," Jay said earnestly, turning to face Carlos. "I wouldn't have interrupted if it weren't for, um, well... your mom is here."
The energy in the room had seemed to disappear and it was dead silent.
Carlos had confided in you all the stories of how horribly Cruella had treated him back at the isle, and just thinking about her made your hands clench into fists.
Your mind flashed back to one particular night where Carlos had sneaked into your room, tears in his eyes after having a nightmare about his mom. You had held him in a tight hug the whole night, reassuring him that she would never hurt him again. But yet, here she was, in Auradon.
At that very moment, Cruella had stepped into the room, clad in fur coat and black dress.
She smiled evilily at her son, flowing towards him in her 6 inch heels and gave him a very forced hug.
"It's good to see you Carlos," she said, her voice shrill and uneven.
Carlos could barely talk, all he could do was gaze up at her in confusion.
The next few moments were spent with Cruella explaining how King Ben had granted her about 20 minutes to talk to her son.
After her and Carlos awkwardly caught up with each other, she finally noticed that you were in the room.
"Ah, is this your girlfriend?" Cruella asked, slinking over to you and picking up a piece of your hair. She gave you a tight smile as Carlos stumbled through his sentence, "Um, well.. uh no. We're friends," he finally said.
Cruella clucked her tongue, quickly loosing interest in you. "What a shame," she said, starting to walk back to her son, "she looks like your type."
Confused by her statement, you watched as she checked her watch.
"Ah, well, time is up my dear. I'll leave you two alone. Don't do anything your old mummy wouldn't do" she said, winking in your direction,"Bon nuit!" She yelled as she left the room.
"Bon nuit, Mère," he called back half heartedly.
You and Carlos stood in silence until you could hear her and Jay's footsteps turn around the corner.
Carlos nervously scratched the back of his neck as he tried to apologize for the awkward encounter,
"I-um, that was-" but you cut him off.
"Bon nuit?" You asked with a smug smile, crossing your arms over your chest.
His eyes grew wide as he realized that you had picked up on that. He contemplated acting dumb, but decided to be honest with you instead.
"My mom and I had been speaking French with each other since I was little. She insists it's classier than English," he told you sheepishly.
You crossed over to his side of the room, forcing him to look you in the eyes as you said,
"Then why did you ask me to tutor you?"
A small laugh bubbled out of his mouth at your question. Shrugging shyly, he responded, "I wanted to spend more time with you, and I thought this would be a good way to do it."
Boldly, you took his hand in yours and told him, "Well I'm glad you did."
He smiled back down at you, placing one hand on the side of your face and keeping the other tucked in your hand.
"You know what they say," he said, a smile still on his face, "French is the language of love."
You laughed at his cheesy pick up line and bundled your hands in the front of his shirt.
"Shut up," you teased, pulling him closer to you until your lips were touching.
His lips were warm against yours as you melted into the kiss, his thumb brushing little circles into your cheek as you the kiss continued.
When you finally pulled away from each other, both of you were left breathless and grinning.
There will be some of these as the book goes on
