Flirt (Camilo x reader)

chapter 3

Isabela allowed us to explore her room as she showed us all the new plants she's figured out how to make.  I end up leaving covered in colorful pollen and some flowers in my hair (if you have short hair it can be behind your ear) along with a flower crown. 

Right now, I'm sitting in the kitchen watching Julieta and Mirabel make some snacks when I notice a man walk by.  He has curly black hair and a large nose.  About my height, too, and I see some rats on his shoulders. As I watch him, he looks over at me and seemingly panics.  He goes to run away but gets blocked by Luisa, and when he goes the other way, he gets blocked be Felix helping a lady with light brown hair calm a ... cloud? 

I stand up and make my way over to him.  He seems nice enough.  Once there's no where else for him to hide, he doubles down and sighs.  He turns back to me and I smile.

"Hello.." he says.  He looks kind of scared if I'm being honest.

"Hi, I'm y/n, Mirabel's friend," I say, putting my hand out for him to shake.

"Bruno, Mirabel's uncle," he says. He seems a bit more confident, but still pretty quiet and squeamish.

"I like your rats, what are their names?" I ask.

This perked some interest in him.  He smiles and explains how they're so entertaining.  I tell him how my family owns a pottery shop on the other end of town so I've never heard of this family's tale.  

"Oh! I can make them little mugs!" I say with a smile.

He smiles really happily in return. He's so relatable on so many levels.

After a while longer, it's time for Alvaro and I to go back.

Later, at home:

"So, did you two have fun?" My mom asks.

"Yep," I say, calmly, taking a sip of water.

"Yeah, y/n got a boyfriend!"

My brother and I spit out our water, some of it went through my nose

"What?!" He yelled.  It was silent, except for my coughing.  I could feel everyones eyes on me.

"No, no," I begin, catching myself, "it's not like that.  Mirabel's cousin, Camilo, is just messing around.  We're not dating. And we won't date. Ever."

It was silent, except for the sounds of people eating and forks scraping on the plates.

I get up and clear my place settings.  About 2 hours later, im sitting in my bed drawing when I hear a knock at my door.

"Hey," Victor says as he gently opens the door.  Yes he may be a jerk, but he was damn great at following boundaries and establishing privacy.

"Sup?" I ask, putting down my sketchbook and looking up at him.

"I'm going to bed, you should too.  But I just have a favor to ask you, for the future, ya' know? Nothing big really," he begins.  He's so polite. It's times like these(when he's tired) when I tolerate my brother.

"Invite me to the wedding," he says with an evil smirk.  Never mind. I'll kill this bitch. My face scrunches up as I grab my slipper from the side of my bed and chuck it at him, just after he shuts the door as a shield.

"What was that?" We hear our mother yell from her room.

"Nothing!" We yell in sync.

The Next Day in the shop (around 11:30):

Right now, I'm back behind the counter after making about 15 rat mugs. I walk back behind the counter and look outside at my brother. He's playing soccer with Andreas.  Andres. My childhood best friend, 2 years older than me. I had always liked him as a friend but he liked me more, we joked about how we were gonna get married, but those were all jokes. Then one day, he asked me out and I rejected him.  Since then, every time I'd try to approach him he would make an excuse to leave.  I guess that's when I really started liking him back.