AWESTRUCK || Camilo Madrigal X Fem! Reader (DISCONTINUED)

♡INTERMISSION || A ESCONDIDAS♡

《SNEAKING OUT》

This is a bad idea.

Camilo thought as he tiptoed around his hermana mayors glowing door, the image of her wide eyed expression making his heart hammer against his ribcage nervously.

He knows the she can't hear him through her soundproof room and judging by the time she should already be asleep by now.

Casita shuffled its tiles, making the thirteen year old pat the casas walls reassuringly, a soft 'It's Ok' leaving his lips.

Pausing in his steps, he turned to cast a glare towards his Abuelas door, the proud look stuck on her image making his stomach churn uncomfortably.

A scowl overtook his features, a hand gripping on his night shirt. "Well sorry I dissapointed you, Abuela." He harshly whispered, blinking away the gloss that took over his eyes.

"It's not like I chose to have this kind of gift..." He muttered, glancing down at his hands, unconciously shifting them before stuffing them in his pockets and away from his sight.

Trudging down the stairs, he avoided the frozen face of his Abuelo, a small sniffle made his nose scrunched up.

Hurrying in his steps, he gave a small thanks to Casita when it opened its door for him.

Camilo inhaled deeply when the nights air swirled against his hair, messing up the wild auburn locks sitting atop his head.

He exhaled in relief, the suffocating feeling he felt in his room that had never failed to remind him of how his gift had actually been more useless than what was expected, left his chest.

Camilo likes his gift, well atleast he used to. It was fun at first, being able to imitate and mock people for the laughs.

His natural ability to act out personas completely different from his own didn't exactly help his desire to make anyone and everyone laugh for the sake of fun.

But things... happen. They don't always stay the way you want or expected them to because he definitely did not plan to have several mental breakdowns and questions regarding his own person, of who he was and what he was even here for.

He didn't expect to feel so out of place whenever he turned back to the body that was supposedly only meant for him and him alone.

He didn't want to be ungrateful but at times he wishes that the one to be left without a gift was him instead, no matter how much he tries to understand his Prima, Mirabels struggles he just can't.

Camilo hadn't seen a day where he's left giftless, apart from the first five years of his life that he can't even seem to remember other than the disasterous last ceremony and his Tio leaving shortly after.

Camilo didn't like his gift, not one bit but at the same time if he didn't have one what actual use would he be?

He's already useless as he is with a gift, he can't possibly imagine how he'll be helpful to anyone as someone who's without an extraordinary power that didn't even seem to be all that extraordinary in the first place.

Without his gift, the one he dislikes so much and the one that practically forces him to use a face and a body that isn't even his to use, how can he possibly be of any help?

Camilo can't help as Camilo because he himself is useless, people always needs someone else, someone better, someone who's not him--

-- Anyone but him.

Camilo gazed at the ground solemnly, the stinging pain he felt in the palm of his hand caused by his nails stopping him in his tracks.

He didn't even realized that he was already in the move.

Looking back up, his ears perked up, only now noticing the faint strumming of what he can only assumed was a ukelele.

Feeling curious, he trudged foreward following the direction of where the instrument was being beuatifly strung by the person playing it.

Camilo carefully stepped over the bunch of branches laying messily around the grass.

Coming out in opening of the woods he came in, Camilo let a confused look appear on his face when the playing stopped abruptly.

Huffing, he sat at the foot of a nearby tree, deciding to just relax at the chill night air and the moons light shining down on him like a spotlight.

He straightened his legs in front of him, looking around his surroundings before flinching at the figure staring at him with wide eyes a few trees away from him on his right, her ukelele clutched close to her chest nervously.

Camilo jumped away promting the girl to also flinch, his hand coming up to grasp at his shirt tightly whilst the girl looked to be about a second away from bolting.

"JEsuS-- Chirst...!" He let out a sigh of relief once he was finally able to get a clearer look at the girls face.

Tilting his head in confusion, he leaned foreward. "... (Y/n)?"

You placed a hand against your own chest. "Camilo?" You questionally muttered.

"What are you doing out here so late?" Camilo scooted closer towards you, hissing in pain when a stray branch poked harshly at his palm.

You looked away from him, staring down at the instrument that was now laying on your lap. "I could ask you the same thing."

He furrowed his brows playfully. "Ay! I asked first!"

You huffed, a pout formed on your lips making him raise his brows in surprise, having not seeing you make much of an expression during the times hes seen you at the water fountain where you usually sat in with your face shoved in a book or entertaining kids not much younger then yourselves with the stories you've read in said books.

The most hes seen is a small lift of your brows in question and if he's lucky maybe even a soft smile gracing your lips.

"... Just wanted to be outside." You answersd back hesitantly.

"At the dead of the night?"

"Don't make me out to be some kind of creeper."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, shrugging off the pointed look you sent in his direction. "I'm not,... but why though?"

"Just because." You plucked at the grass underneath you, seemingly finding it more interesting than the shapeshifter Madrigal next to you.

Camilo gave you a look. "Just because? That's not much of an answer. So much for twenty questions."

"Since when were we playing a game?" You quirked a questioning brow.

He grinned, scooting over even more leaving only three feet of distance between both of your shoulders. "Just now."

Not really given much of a choice, you oblige, bussiying your hands in carefully placing the Ukelele where it belongs.

"So... you play?"

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea afterall.