camilo madrigal x reader

chapter 17 - let's paint together

Camilo and I kept shooting scrunched up balls of paper around the room till it got messy. His laugh was so contagious, I couldn't help but join in. I loved hanging around him, we always muck around together and have fun.

"You're cleaning this up," I say to him grinning. His smile fades and he looks at me lazily.

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" he asks in a lazy tone.

"Because."

"No."

"Yes."

"Fine."

I smiled at him. He bent down and picked up all the little pieces of paper and put them into the bin. He goes over to his desk, takes the two pots and set them on the table.

"Let's paint shall we?" he asks before turning back and getting the paint. I sit opposite him, mixing the colours on the palette, making shades of blues and pinks. I take the yellow paint tube and squeezed some out, mixing it with some orange. A nice warm yellow comes out and I begin painting the outside of the pot slowly with soft strokes.

I look toward him and see how much effort he was putting into his pot. I smile at him, he looked so beautiful while he was concentrating. He was using y/f/c to paint it, reminding me of my favourite colour.

I used a thin brush with white paint to draw out the little patterns. The patterns consisted of flowers and hearts. I carefully trace over them trying not to smudge them. I painted the inside black, bringing out the orangey-yellow on the outside. I again look toward Camilo's one. It was so beautifully done so far, I noticed vines of flowers were boarded around the pot with flowers and stars. He pauses, looking up at me and smiling.

"Do you like it so far?" he asks lifting the pot up and turning it for me to examine.

I nod, "how did you paint it so well?"

"Steady hand," he replies, "come here."

He pats the seat next to him. I come over and sit down next to him. He lifts up the pot and takes the paintbrush, dipping it in purple and carefully tracing the flower on the pot. I could feel him very close to me, it was just silence between us. I could hear him breathe on my hair. He brushes with quick, steady strokes but it ends up looking way better than mine.

"Mines not even that good," I complain to him turning to look at his face. His face was so close to mine, his eyes gazing into mine. He opens his mouth to say something but quickly closes it. I could feel the blood flow into my cheeks, my whole body was flushed on the spot. I look at his cheeks, his small brown freckles that I loved, I wanted to squish his cheeks. I noticed a soft pink fill his cheeks, his eyes still on mine. I quickly look away trying to hide my blush. I take my pot and continued painting next to him as he did his.

Once we were done, we took them and placed them on his desk for drying.

"I still think mine is bad," I laugh.

"Ehh, Nah it looks good trust me," he smiles looking toward me. I know he probably said that for me to feel better because when I look back at mine, I noticed the small mistakes and smudges of paint on the flowers.

Music began to fill my ears and I turn to look where it was coming from. I see Camilo wind up the switch and he turned to look at me, reaching for my hand. I quickly take it and he walks backwards slowly and places his hands on my shoulder and waist.

"Shall we dance?" he smiles, looking into my eyes.

I smile and nod, letting our bodies sway to the rhythm of the music.

I gaze deeply into his face. His eyes were so beautiful, I could see my whole world reflected into them. I couldn't help but smile at him, his hand was wrapped in mine. I lean into his chest, his arms wrap around me drawing me closer as we continued to dance to the rhythm. I wonder what was on his mind at this very moment.

He chuckles, "how did you like my dancing?"

"Oh, you were such a gentleman," I say before laughing. I draw myself back and gaze into his eyes. He smiles at me before taking my hand and twirling me around, my dress flutters. I think this was my favourite moment with him, I finally got to see what he was truly good at. Seeing him share his interests with me made me feel apart of him, like someone special to him.

I take his arm and twirl him around too. He laughs, the sound ringing beautifully in my ears. I close my eyes and draw myself into him, wrapping my hands around his neck. I felt his arms hug me tightly. I look up at him, taking his cheeks in my hands.

"You're very pretty," I giggle.

He laughs, "Hey, that's my line."

I couldn't help but smile back.

"My favourite thing about you is that you're very pretty," he smiles, "I'm kidding, it's actually you're very caring...personality over looks you know?"

I laughed at the last sentence.

"Well, my favourite thing about you is that you share all your interests with me without making them sound boring," I tell him, "and that you're super pretty."

That's when his lips were on mine. His lips brush gently against mine, my stomach flutters. I could feel the warmth of his skin against my cheeks. We both drawback, our faces flushed. I smile at him and swing him around. I was so happy.

this is how i felt during this scene

yes they finally kissed lmao anyways hoped u guys enjoyed <3