bonnie & clyde

Thirteen [chapter 2]

"That little shit deserved it," Camilo stomped away into a closet he'd manifested. In his large room, it only appeared to be a door and nothing else. But when he opened it, rows upon rows of clothes were revealed. "Wait until I tell him Santa's not real. Then what? He's gonna cry to madre and act all innocent. I can't wait for the day it'll be seen as okay for me to wrestle him."

Y/n sat down on the boy's bed, "Camilo." She paused, going ahead when she heard a faint 'what' from the Madrigal who was steadily disappearing further and further into his closet. "You're beefing with a pre-schooler."

"And you would too if you were in my shoes!" he argued, coming out of his closet with a new poncho on. It looked very similar to the one he wore before. In fact, it looked so similar that only a few people would be able to tell Camilo had changed clothes. It was the same yellow, and much of it was the same; except for a slight shift in the central pattern.

"Get a life," she grabbed one of the many stuffed animals on his bed and chucked it right at his head.

Camilo rolled his eyes. He picked up the plushie from off the floor that his childhood friend had failed miserably in aiming. Setting it down lightly where it was supposed to go, Camilo flopped down on his bed. He sat still for a minute before he laid down, putting his head in her lap.

She looked down at him with a hint of adoration in her eyes. Her fingers raked through his surprisingly loose curls. They were soft and silky, making it somewhat obvious that day had been his wash day.

She gave a small sigh while shaking her head, "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Me? I should be asking the same about you," Camilo playfully flicked her nose. He chuckled when he saw her scrunch her nose. It was a cute reaction. "I believe that last time we got in trouble was your fault. Wasn't it something about us putting beans on peoples' porches?"

"It was a good idea," she pat herself on the back.

Camilo only laughed in amusement, sitting up and looking at her with a angry look. It was playful of course. Every negative emotion they felt toward each other was typically playful. There had been one exception to that though. When they were seven, Camilo did something that made her extremely mad. She avoided him for a week, and Camilo just about lost his mind.

They had been on another adventure. Camilo had been serving as lookout this time around. He did lookout, and when he saw somebody coming towards them, he ran. He just forgot one tiny thing; to tell y/n. She ended up getting in trouble as she'd been too busy pulling her prank to see the person.

Let's just say Camilo never got the task of being lookout again.

His green eyes bore into hers, "Yeah, maybe if you hadn't been lugging around a wagon full of evidence!"

The two laughed at the rookie mistake she'd been dumb enough to make. But in her defense, that was the only way they could get the beans around the town. It also served as a good table for them to have a break and eat some of the canned food.

He looked at her with a goofy grin, showing off the small gap that had never been fixed in his two front teeth. Her eyes traced over each and every one of his freckles. Then she looked up into those green irises of his that always seemed to trap her. They would put her under a spell, cursing her to look in them for all eternity. But her eyes did the exact same thing to Camilo that she thought his did to her.

Camilo couldn't help but glance at her lips. They looked the same as always: soft and terrifically kissable. With the action Camilo had done, she couldn't help but think back to the first time they'd ever shared a kiss.