Warnings : Nothing, just pure fluff atm. Will be a kissing scene later in the story, possible foul language.
Plot : You and Camilo are best friends. Lately, you have been finding love notes attached your front door or delivered to your house with a bouquet of flowers. You had no idea who the love notes are from but it’s always so exciting to you so you always find yourself running happily to tell Camilo whenever you get a new one. One day, you do however find out who’s sending you the love notes and it comes as a huge shock to you and is something you weren’t expecting at all.
Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.
Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.
Info : Just a little miniseries for our best boy, Cami!
You and Camilo had been best friends for as long as you could remember; you always stuck to each others sides, always running around the village pranking people together. He was your best friend and you were his.
Today was no different than any other, you finished up your chores before sprinting to find Camilo, “Cami! Cami! I got another one!” You called out as you ran his way, skidding to a halt in front of the taller boy.
“Oooh! What’s this one say, mi vida?” He asked you, intrigued as you unfolded the small piece of paper.
“It says; you looked gorgeous today! Blue really suits you x.” You read aloud, grinning Camilo’s way.
He smiled, “Whoever this person is, they’re hooked.” He chuckled as he threw an arm around your shoulders as the pair of you walked together.
You’d been receiving little love notes from a secret admirer for a few weeks now, you would often find the notes taped to your front door or on the top of a crate that you would be delivering that day but you never knew who they were from.
“Who could they be from?” You wandered aloud.
Camilo shrugged, glancing around at the villagers, “They could be from anyone. There’s plenty of guys in this town.” He told you, glancing down at you as you walked.
You were still staring at the note, Camilo took a mental note of the smile that graced your features as you read it. He knew that you were keeping all of the little love notes in a little velvet box that you kept on the top shelf of your wardrobe. The little notes made you so happy despite not knowing who they were from.
“I guess you’re right.” You sighed, stuffing the note in your pocket as you grabbed his arm from around your shoulder. You held his hand and began swinging it back and forth as the pair of you walked, Camilo rolled his eyes as he chuckled, remembering when he was a child and used to skip down the road holding Dolores’ hand like that.
“What if we could find out?” He suggested, turning to you.
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“What if we could find out who your secret admirer is?” He rephrased.
“How?” You questioned.
“Well, maybe we could make something up which means that all the boys our age have to give us a sample of their handwriting and then we can compare the samples we get to the love notes?” He shrugged.
“We could do that?” You asked.
“Yeah, sure! I can just go door to door and tell them that Abuela needs them to write something down.” He shrugged.
You threw your arms around him, “That’s a great idea, Cami! Let’s do it!” You grinned at him as you held his hand once again and began eagerly dragging him towards casita.
You paced around Camilo’s room, waiting for him to come up with some kind of plan. “What are we even gonna have them write?” You questioned. “I solemnly swear that I’m not an idiota?” You asked him.
Camilo held back a laugh as he raised an eyebrow in amusement, “Why would we get them to write that?” He enquired.
“Because every boy in town is an idiota and we need to find the one that isn’t.” You told him, cocking a brow as you threw yourself backwards onto his bed, allowing yourself to fall freely onto his blankets.
Camilo sat at his desk watching you before rolling his eyes and spinning in his chair as he stared down at the paper before him, he used his forefinger and middle fingers to rub his temples as he tried to come up with something, anything.
It was an hour later when he finally clicked his fingers, “I’ve got it! We can get them to sign an agreement for their chor-” He stopped when he turned back to you, noticing you curled up into his blankets, your fists were clutching one of his thicker blankets like a child as soft snores left your mouth.
A smile graced his features as he grabbed a blanket that you weren’t laid on and placed it over your sleeping form, “We’ll discuss it later, mi vida.” He whispered, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving his room, letting you sleep peacefully on his bed.
He walked into the kitchen, standing beside Julieta, “Hola tia!” He grinned sheepishly.
“Camilo, it’s not going to work. You’re not getting any extra arepas, you can wait until dinner in a couple of hours.” She told him, turning her head to him with a soft smile.
He sighed, trying to think of a way he could steal some extra food, his eyes widened as an idea came to his mind, “They’re not for me, they’re for (name).” He told his aunt.
Julieta eyed him suspiciously, “You can take one, but if I find out it’s not for (name), I’ll send Isa after you.” She told him, knowing he hated the pranking wars with his prima.
“Ay, okay, okay.” He sighed, shoving his hands into his pocket and leaving the kitchen as Julieta watched him, she shook her head as a smile graced her features whilst he disappeared from her view.
It was hours later, you were currently heading home. That’s when you spotted a note attached to the front door of your house, you slowly approached it and carefully pulled it from the wood before walking inside. “(Name), is that you?!” Your mother called.
You lifted your head, stuffing the note into your pocket, “Si, mami. It’s me!” You called out.
“Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes, mi vida!” She let you know.
“Okay, I’ll go and get washed up.” You responded before heading up the stairs.
“Okay, cariño! Don’t take too long!” She called out.
“Alright!” You called back, heading into your bedroom.
You closed the door behind you and took out the note, carefully unfolding it and reading the words written on the paper: You have the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard.
A red tint highlighted your cheeks as you stared at the note before placing it in the velvet box and hiding it back in the top of your wardrobe. You couldn’t revel in the moment yet due to having dinner soon, your hands rose to cover your heated cheeks before you left your room and quickly slipped into the bathroom to wash up so that you were ready for dinner.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, seeing the red flush that was spread across your cheeks, you shook your head; trying to rid your cheeks of the tint that was currently highlighting them.
Your eyes averted back to your reflection as you dried your hands on a nearby towel, “Ay, who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing to me, mystery guy?” You whispered as your hands covered your cheeks.
“Mi vida! Dinner is ready!” Your father called out.
“Coming!” You shouted, exiting the bathroom.
You headed down the stairs and took your seat at the dining table. Enjoying your meal with your family as you quickly put the love note to the back of your mind.
~ Haiii! So welcome to my new Camilo miniseries. I really hope y’all like it! Honestly, idek where I’m going with this lmao but imma see where it takes me anyways. Lemme know y’all’s thoughts, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖
