camilo - spanish love

                                    

                                          
a/n: this is actually author no.1's idea i'm just writing it 😂 hope you enjoy :)
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Camilo's POV:
"Hey, Camilo!" Mirabel waves as she jogs towards me. I watch as she approaches me, readjusting the strap on her bag.
"How's my favourite cousin?" I smile, and she laughs. It was an inside joke we've had since we were little, and ever since, we've called each other that.
"I'm good, we had a new transfer student in our class today." She answers.
I raise a brow. "Transfer student? Is that the one who supposedly doesn't speak Spanish? I've heard quite a few students in my class talk about it."
She nods. "Probably, I don't know if she speaks Spanish though, I haven't really spoken to her." She adds with a shrug.
I smile slightly. "Moves to Colombia and doesn't speak Spanish? That's not something you hear every day."
Mirabel laughs and tilted her head in agreement. "Maybe she'll start learning soon. She kinda has to."
Julieta calls her name from the casita, and she offers me an apologetic smile. "I gotta go, I'll see you at dinner. Coming mami!" She waves goodbye as she runs towards the casita.
I continue walking to the library, the transfer student pushed to the back of my mind.
a few days later:
Y/N's POV:
You tick the final item off your to-do list as you walk out of the bakery, a cake box in your bag for your mother's birthday the next day. You check how much money you have left, and realise that you still have quite a lot left.
You stand still for a second, looking around your surroundings. The town centre was quite busy, but you haven't seen any particular shop that has caught your eye.
You're about to head home when you see an elderly couple reading on a bench nearby, and you smile. You know exactly what you want to buy.
There doesn't seem to be a bookshop anywhere, even after 10 minutes of walking around and searching. You're contemplating whether you should give up before you see two boys around your age.
"Hello, excuse me?" You smile, getting their attention, "Would you mind telling me where the bookshop is? I can't seem to find it." You smile.
The two boys look at each other before the taller one with curly hair answers. "No problem, it's just past that street vendor over there selling arepas, down that alleyway behind that white building, and just keep walking, it should be at the end." He says with a small smile.
"Thank you! Have a good day." You nod as you begin to walk away. You've barely taken two steps before the boys start talking in hushed whispers.
"¿Ese es el nuevo estudiante transferido?" ("Is that the new transfer student?") One of them asks.
"Creo que sí. ¿Por qué si no estaría hablando inglés aquí?" ("I think so. Why else would she be speaking English here?") The other replies.
"Ella es realmente linda." ("She's really pretty.") The first one says again.
You pretend to stop and check your money, a few paces away from them, who are still talking like you don't understand a single word. You smile to yourself as your fiddle with your change. Little do they know.
The conversation seems to come to a halt as the two boys notice that you're still stood there, and you purposely drop your purse, the coins clattering onto the cobblestone path.
Someone immediately rushes to your side as you bend down to pick them up. You look to see a pair of earnest brown eyes looking back at you, a curl of hair dangling over his nose.
"Oh hello again." You chuckle, dropping coins back into your purse, watching the boy pick them up quickly.
"Hey." He smiles, and eventually you both stand back up, smoothing out your clothes.
"That's twice you've helped me today, thanks again." You laugh as he runs his fingers through his hair.
"Don't worry about it, really." He offers a kind smile, his eyes quickly scanning your face.
You grinned mischievously as you look up at him. "Could you just do one more thing for me?"
He nods. "Of course, what is it?"
You point down the street with a finger, and he immediately looks in that direction. "¿Sabrías decir dónde está la tienda de vinilos?" (Could you tell me where the vinyls shop is?")
You watch as his face changes from one of confusion to one of shock and embarrassment as he realises. His friend behind him claps his hand to his mouth. A flush of red creeps up to his cheek as he breathes a sigh of acceptance.
The boy in front you looks back to you a little sheepishly. "So, you understood everything?" He laughs awkwardly. He converts back to Spanish, no longer bothering to speak English in front of you.
You shoot him a playful smile. "Yep. I've heard that everyone here seems to think that I would be stupid enough to come to a Spanish speaking country and not know how to speak Spanish, so I decided to use that to my advantage. Turned out quite well, I think."
"Ah." He replies, pursing his lips with a barely restrained smile. "Good for you, I guess."
You nod with a shrug. "Mhm. I'm guessing you're the one who said I was 'pretty'?" You ask with a raised brow.
He sucks in a breath. "Yep. Sorry."
You smile slightly. "Oh don't be sorry, I'm very flattered."
His face of embarrassment turns into one of pleasant surprise, and he smiles quickly. "Good- thank you? No- you're welcome- I should stop talking." His jaw twitches as he attempts to meet your eyes.
You internally smile at how awkward he is, and decide to mess with him a little. "You must really sweep your girlfriend off of her feet." You add with a smirk.
His eyes snap back to yours, and he smiled weakly. "Oh, I don't have a girlfriend."
You fein a look of surprise. "You don't have a girlfriend?You know how to flatter a girl, you're kind, AND you're cute. It doesn't get any better than that, trust me." You fight back a smile as he visibly gulps, his eyes unable to move away from you.
He attempts to take a deep breath surreptitiously, his chest faintly moving in and out as he racks his brain for a response. "Thank you." He replies weakly.
You smile and decide to stop teasing him. "Well, it was lovely to meet you, but I'm afraid I really need to get going."
His face falls slightly in disappointment but he smiles gently. "Of course, it was nice meeting you." He adds.
"Oh don't worry, you'll be seeing much more of me." You wink, watching him blush again. "And one more thing, I never asked for your name, care to enlighten me?"
He breathes a sigh of relief, glad to hear a question he could answer properly. "Only if you tell me yours."
You chuckle. "Fair enough. I'm Y/N."
The boys smiles. "Camilo."
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a/n: i really like the idea behind this one but i wish it was a bit longer but i really ran out of things for them to say 😭 thanks again author no.1 for the idea, ly 🤍
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