- This story is a Camilo (he/him) x nonbinary! reader (they/them). This song is inspired on a series of Taylor Swift songs, there will probably be a bit of angst and a ton of fluff. -
I’ve been friends with Camilo for as long as I can remember. We do almost everything together, we even have sleep overs occasionally. But... being best friends isn’t enough. I want to be more than that. However, if he ever found out that I thought of him romantically he probably would not appreciate it.
Chapter 1: I knew you were trouble.
It was a Friday night, meaning that today I could have a sleep over at Camilo’s house. First though, I obviously have to ask my mom if its cool with her. Normally she’s fine with it.
“Hey ma, can I have a sleepover at Camilo’s house today?” I ask her, while she is cleaning the dishes.
“Sure but make sure you make your bed before you leave. I don’t need any more work.” She says, in a bit of an angry tone.
“Great! Thanks mamá!” I say enthusiastically while I run to my room. After I finish making my bed, I grab the backpack I had made beforehand and run out of the door. Obviously, it was not a long trip since The Madrigal House is right next to mine. Something I like about that is that sometimes I can see Camilo through his room. I don’t think he’s noticed yet though.
I knock on the door, and it opens by itself. “Hola Casita.” I exclaim, happily. The house waves back with the tiles on the floor. Then, I see pepa with a rainstorm above her head. “Hi Pepa! What’s up with the cloud above your head?”
“Oh what, this? It’s nothing, i’m fine. Everything is fine.” She says this in a desperate way, as if something bad happened. Then she continues to mumble. “Clear skies, clear skies.” Her little trick worked, the cloud was gone.
Isabela then runs to the door. Please don’t do it. Don’t say it Isa. “Camilo, your lover’s here!” She smirks and then waits until Camilo runs downstairs.
“She always does this, its incredible she won’t let the Mariano thing go.” Camilo mumbles to himself while running up to me. “Hey y/n! Took you long enough to get here. i could have taken like 5 showers while waiting for you.” He says this in a sarcastic manner.
“Well excuse me, but my mom wanted me to organize my bed before I got here.” I exclaim, as I hit him on the head.
“That hurts you know.”
“Oh, I know, thats the whole point.”
We both laugh at each other. Then, we go up to Camilo’s room for our slumber party.
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