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𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩? [Yes] | No

Note: This will be the second
part to 'Please Don't Go Again',
so I recommend reading that
chapter before this,
if you're new :)

Request by: P0si0n_slut
Could you please do a oneshot where
Camila and Bruno are childhood rivals,
and grow closer over time, but Camila
has to leave for boarding school
but they reunite after?

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Colombia, Encanto, 5 years later

"𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘭, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵!"

Camila had a playful glare on, despite her small shout. The girl ran up the stairs to the casita, spotting her notebook in Bruno's clutches.

"Why'd you need this junk anyway?" He flipped through the notes while running.

"Careful, Bruno! I need those for school!" Camila frowned, continuing the chase after the late teen.

Bruno ignore her warning, smiling back at her as he ran into his room, Camila groaning. Not the staircases! She ran after him, panting as soon as she had reached the top, spotting a lanky figure flip through the pages of her book.

"Oh, come on, Bruno! Nothing is interesting in there. Hand it over," She walked over to him, albeit she was still tired.

"Hey, I need to know my rival's plans. You never know what they could plot against you."

"Again with the rival thing? I thought we were over that," Camila let out an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, we are, but that doesn't stop me from rubbing it in that you hated me for something I didn't do," Bruno smirked.

"I was a kid, Brunito," Camila smirked back, using his mother's nickname for him against him. Bruno chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"Weren't we all?"

Camila rolled her eyes, albeit glad to see this side of Bruno that not many others could see. After all, when he was around others, he would shrink up and fiddle with his fingers. All forms of eye contact, along with confidence, would dissipate instantly.

"You've got a point there, mi amigo."

The two turned into a burst of light laughter, Camila soon sighing before flopping onto Bruno's bed. The nineteen-year-old boy sitting beside her sprawled figure. He continued to flip through her notebook his eyes then landing on a small doodle at the corner of the page. He moved his thumb noticing a mess of what seemed to look like hair.

His eyes widened slightly as he continued to stare at the small doodle, soon realising that the sketch was of him as he spotted his familiar curls and distinguishable features. He turned light pink, glancing at Camila from the side of his eye.

Why did she draw him?

He then cleared his throat, Camila look up at him as he handed her the book, avoiding her confused gaze.

"Here's your book back."

Camila raised an eyebrow, taking the book back.

"Why the sudden change of mind?" She smiled a small smile, her eyebrow still raised. She flipped through her notes, making sure that he hadn't taken anything important.