Part 12

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Y/n's POV:

"Cami? What happened?" I say as I sit down on his bed.
"He.." he just sighed and didn't continue his sentence.
Camilo was rummaging through his desk.
"Come here." Camilo came over to me and sat up against the pillow next to me.
He put his head on my shoulder. I held his hand.
"Everything is okay."
Camilo lifted his head and kissed me on the cheek. He put his head back onto my shoulder.
"Thank you." He sighed.
"Anytime."

After all of that I went to go see Mirabel. She was outside.
"Hey, Mira!" I sit down on the ground next to her.
She was picking blueberries from a bush.
"Oh, hey"
"Hey! Uhm.. Mira are you okay?" She wasn't in her happy mood which she usually is in.
"Yeah. It's just.. we haven't been hanging out lately."
"Oh! I'm so sorry. I promise to you that I will try harder!" I hugged Mirabel.
"No. It's okay! You have your own life to tend to."
I wasn't sure if she was throwing shade or was being literal.
"Mirabel. Look. I'm so sorry. I never meant to-"
"Y/n! I'm telling you it's okay! I get it. It's easy to fall head over heels for someone and get sidetracked."
"What do you mean you get it?"
"I've had crushes too. And having crushes has ended some of my friendships because I went too far."
"But I don't want to end our friendship.."
"All I'm saying is, don't put guys before friends.."
"I won't. Come on! Let's go do something fun!"
"I have to give these blueberries to my mom first!"
"Okay!"
We ran inside and Mirabel sat the basket of blueberries on the table and we ran outside. We ran to the center of town. I bought some bread from the store.
"Why'd you get bread?" Mirabel asks.
"You'll see!"
I ripped a piece of it off. I rolled it into a ball with my hands. I closed one eye and aimed.
"Ready. Set. FIRE!" I say.
I threw the ball of bread at someone.
"That was the lamest thing I've ever seen. Wait! Did you just hit that guy?!"
"Yes!"
"THATS MY CRUSH! OH, SHOOT HE'S WALKING OVER HERE!"
"You like him?!" I say.
"Mirabel?" The guy says.
"Oh.. hi!" Mirabel blushed uncontrollably, "uh, this is my friend, y/n!"
"Nice to meet you. Weren't you the one who threw bread at me?"
"Yes. That would be me." I say.
"Anyway. We better be going!" Mirabel dragged me away.

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