wait for you
Inspired by the Book of Life.
You and Camilo were inseparable for as long as the two of you can remember though a fateful accident and an angry father would tear the two of you apart. Camilo vows wait for you. No matter how long it takes.
masterlist !! part 2
“(Name)! Camilo!” A frustrated and angry scream had echoed on the streets of Encanto.
It was a common occurrence for the people of Encanto to hear one name after the other being yelled out followed by children’s laughter. Everyone had been used to it by now, shaking their heads as two familiar eight year old's had run by, hand in hand with one another.
The perpetrators? The trickster pair of Encanto, the infamous Camilo Madrigal and you, (Name) Castillo, the only daughter of the town’s revered tradesman as well as widower, Ignacio Castillo. The two of you had ruled the streets of Encanto with your pranks and jokes. It was an unlikely duo to be sure. Most thought of you as an angelic little girl who could do no wrong, unbeknownst to the people of Encanto, you were a menace. Maybe even worse than Camilo Madrigal whose infamy preceded his good deeds.
You two were inseparable, often being found side by side with one another. Many knew of the bond the two of you had. There was no Camilo without (Name), and there was no (Name) without Camilo.
“C’mon, (Name)!” Camilo exclaims as he pulls you to the townsquare, intent on losing the angry baker whose face was red with anger and covered with flour, chasing the two of you.
It would have been a normal occurrence had Camilo not been distracted by you. It was no secret that he had admired you, and as an eight year old boy, he thought nothing of it. Just some silly little crush that made butterflies flutter in his tummy. Just some silly crush that would have him awake all night thinking of that smile on your face. Just some silly little crush.. right? His freckled cheeks reddened as he tightened his hand on yours, giving it a squeeze as he looked back at your smiling face.
Your eyes were squeezed shut as you had laughed before your happy face had turned into one of horror and he felt you tug on his hand.
“¡Estar atento! Camilo, look out!” Before he could react he could feel himself crash into someone, ruana snagging onto a particular sharp corner of one of the milk crates in the farmer’s hands, pulling you with him and you had recognized the shouts of alarm from the local dairy farmer. Crates of precious bottled milk came toppling over and the milk had soaked the once dried path.
The aftermath was not a good one. You were both on the ground, reeling from the collision. Camilo groaned in pain, holding his head before a soft wince had caught his attention. He immediately sat up, ignoring his blurred vision, his now ruined ruana, and the pounding of his head.
“¿Estás bien, (Name)?!” The shapeshifter was by your side, helping you sit up. He grimaced at the sight before him but all he could focus on was you who gave him a toothy grin, ignoring your own pain to answer the worried boy.
“I’m alright, Camilo.” You reassure but before you can say anything more, a familiar and stern bark had made you stiffen up, freezing in Camilo’s embrace. “Oh no..” You had pursed your lips, glancing at the milk crates with the familiar brand that was embedded on the wooden grain.
‘Comercio de Castillo’ greeted your eyes and you knew you were doomed. Your father’s trade supplies. The whole lot of it now pooled underneath your sandals.
“(Name) Elena Mendoza Castillo!” You had paled, looking up to see your furious father. If he could have steam coming out of his ears you were sure he would have had it already. You hadn’t seen your father this angry before and you scrambled to stand up, grasping onto your now ruined dress that was stained with mud and milk. Shame filled you as a crowd had started to form, whispers and murmurs of gossipers filled your ears as they tried to see what had gone down.
“Papa..” You start weakly, unable to meet your father’s eyes. “Papá, Lo siento, we were just—“
“No, (Name), ¡He tenido suficiente! I have had enough!” He was red in the face. So red it put Isabela’s roses to shame.
“Señor, (Name) didn’t do anything,” Camilo starts weakly. Although he himself was afraid, he didn’t dare show it, mustering up the courage to stand between you and your father. Ignacio’s eyes softened for a moment but had hardened once more once he saw the bruises that appeared as the result of your painful collision with the crates and he shook his head. For a moment you were sure he’d just sigh again like always and then let you off but today was different. Today, it seemed like he had enough. “I was the one who bumped into the milk crates, please don’t be angry, Señor. I’m sure my abuela can do something about the–”
“No.” Ignacio was stone-faced, his tone firm as if he had settled upon something in his mind. He had ignored Camilo’s attempts of calming him down. “Tienes que parar. This has to stop. For too long I have been patient with you, mija. But no more.”
“Papa? What do you mean?” Clueless and dreading the worst, you ask.
“You are to leave Encanto. No longer am I putting up with this.. This reckless behavior. You are to attend boarding school in the city. I am no longer tolerating this behavior, (Name). Either you learn to become proper or you do not return at all.”
Camilo’s eyes widened. You? Leave? He immediately whipped his head to turn to you, your lower lip quivering as you burst into tears. Though there was little he could do as your father had swiftly picked you up in his arms, giving Camilo a look that the boy was unable to read before he marched to the direction of your home, your fists hitting the older man’s back as you sobbed and tried to reach out for Camilo.
You weren’t seen in town for days after that. Even as he waited upon your front gates with an apology he had practiced for a long while. The accident was relaid to his family and he had an earful of scolding from his mama, cautioning him of playing with you for a while as they heard of Ignacio’s scolding. The whole town had known what had gone down for rumors spread fast in a town as little as Encanto. Though that did not deter him. Everyday he had waited on the gates of your home. And everyday he would be disappointed as there was no sight of you. Today was different though, armed with flowers he had yanked from Isabela’s room, a basket of arepas from his Tia Julieta, and a chameleon stuffed toy he had made with the help of his mother, he had made his way to your home again. Only to find there was a horse-drawn carriage in front of your home.
It was only then he had spotted you, tears still streaming down your face as your father had knelt down, saying something he couldn’t quite hear. He could only make sense of a few words.
‘I’m sorry.. for your own good.. mother.. I don’t want you to end up.. same as her..”
You turn away from an apologetic Ignacio who had only sighed and gently embraced you before you had wriggled out of his grasp, clutching onto your dress as you made your way towards the carriage, not even noticing that Camilo had stood there until he said something.
“(Name)?”
You turned to look at him.
“Camilo..” Trying to wipe away the onslaught of tears that didn’t seem to stop no matter how much you rubbed, you caught his clueless gaze, smiling weakly as you spoke.
“I have to go.” The whisper made Camilo swallow thickly. “Papá wants me to learn how to be more proper.. how to be more ladylike..” He saw you grimace and stick your tongue out in distaste and if it weren’t for your departure, he would’ve laughed. He heard you sniffle before he felt you gently touching the ruana he wore. It was still ripped from the incident a few days ago.
Although he would want nothing more for you to stay, your father’s words, like his abuela Alma’s, was law. He nodded before gently pulling out the yellow chameleon stuffed toy that he had made. It wasn’t the most proper looking stuffed toy. It had mismatched stitching with different colored threads, buttons for eyes differing in size, but its eye colors had resembled Camilo’s.
You gasped as he gave it to you with a sheepish smile. “I figured, you needed a little part of town to go with you.” You held the stuffed toy close.
“Thank you, Camilo.” You murmur softly before you gently rummaged through the pile of leather chests, pulling out a white box with a yellow ribbon on it and handing it to him.
“This is to make up for ruining your ruana.”
Camilo parted his lips to say something, only to be interrupted by the coachman that took his place in front of the carriage. “Señorita Castillo. It’s time to leave.”
You purse your lips, glancing at Camilo briefly. “I have to go. Don’t forget me, okay?” You rushed past him, entering the carriage as you struggled to keep the tears at bay. Settling yourself on the soft cushions of the carriage seats, you held the stuffed toy close, intent on naming him Amarillo. Yellow as the sun that reminded you of the Madrigal boy.
Said curly haired boy had watched as you disappeared in the carriage, placing the box on the ground and carefully opening it up to reveal a yellow ruana with dark yellow stripes and chameleons embroidered on it. His eyes widened and he smiled, holding the ruana close to his chest, only then noticing the note that accompanied it.
‘If you see someone without a smile on their face, give them one of yours.’ And beside it was your name in delicate cursive swirls. ‘(Name)’
The carriage you sat in had moved, making you jerk forward and hold onto the stuffed toy tighter. Tears threatened to flow down your cheeks as you curled up against the walls of the carriage. You pulled your knees to your chest, trembling.
“(Name)..!” A shout had brought you out of your somber thoughts and you peered out the window to see Camilo running alongside your carriage. “When you come back, I’ll be sure to make you smile everyday!”
A smile graced your lips as you watched him run whilst holding his ruana close until he could run no longer. You sat back on your seat, clutching the stuffed chameleon close, a part of you knowing that you would return to the magical town of Encanto one day. And the thought comforted you. No longer did the tears come as someday you knew you would reunite with Camilo again.
Camilo still ran, his little legs burning as he tried in vain to catch up, only stopping when your carriage had left his sight and had left the town. He had sworn on that very moment that he would wait for you for however long it takes and would do right to ensure his promise to you would be fulfilled.
“I will wait for you.” He says, a look of determination on his features as he slipped the ruana on himself, smiling fondly.
For as long as it takes.
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so i know i said i would rest up but i couldn’t help it 😤✨ ive rewatched the book of life and thought why not make a camilo madrigal inspired fic ! let me know what you think and if you want to see more ?
