Oscar Diaz fanfic.
Complete to end of season 3, (the number of seasons that are out).
Welcome to the life of Camilla Martinez a 23-year-old lady who lives with her family and has the job of a Police officer, life is pretty great. But of course that...
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~She was made of magic, that only I could see~
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I wake up to Oscar's arms still wrapped around my waist sleeping sound asleep and I smile down at him.
"Camilla!" I hear Abuelita yell and the door opens. My heart stops as I see Abuelita standing at the door wide eyes only for it to form into a smirk.
"You did it eh? Getting any great-grandkids yet?" She smirks and I chuckle.
"No Abuelita not even close, just don't tell Mum or Dad," I plead and her face softens.
"Oh, okay, but get him out before they come in and your lucky it was me not your mother, wait who else knows about this?" She asks.
"Ruby, Jamal, Monse, Janine, Olivia and Sophia," I say listing the gang and Soph and she nods smiling.
"I'll leave you two alone," she says and I nod looking back to see him still asleep.
Damn, he could sleep through a herd of elephants storming down the street.
Only to see him frowning in his sleep and looking fidgety, he starts whispering something then it comes out clearer to be my name and i frown.
"Os... Oscar wake up," I say and shake up him, only for him to shoot up looking terrified and she sighs in relief when he sees me kissing me abruptly, not that I didn't mind it but I was worried about him more.
"Hey, are you okay? You wanna talk about it?"
"It was nothing," he says collecting himself and shrugging it off.
"Hey you know you can tell me any Os," I say giving him a look and he nods slowly.
"We were at this party, it was celebrating something we were dancing only to see a prophet named Latrelle he pulled out a gun aiming for your brother and you got in the way... you were dying, that's when you woke me up, god I was so scared," he whispers and I place my hand in his cheek.
