Camilo x Non-binary Reader !Discontinued!

"Sleepover"

Camilo's POV:

   I went to comfort my mamí, as I said I was going to do. Then something happened when I was trying to give her some tea. Something just...ran into the wall? From the other side? I probably saw it wrong, but it made me spill tea on myself. Which got my mom more worried.

   After a while my papa came to calm her down, which almost worked immediately. She was better than she was at least. How was he so good at it? Why did it take him so long to come and help? My foot still kind of hurts. Now almost annoyed, I went back to my room. This night couldn't get any better, could it?

   I almost forgot I invited Y/n over. I was happily surprised to see them as I opened my door, and ran over to them. I started explaining where they could sleep, when the house usually gets up, how breakfast works, what breakfast is, when they'd probably have to go home, hanging out after they go- and I was talking a lot, and likely too fast, and Y/n was chuckled at me, and a chuckle was turning into a laughter. Maybe this night could get better. They could make this night better. I can barely think of being annoyed.

      I started to laugh at myself with them. That's what I usually try to do when embarrassed. Laugh, or just copy what the other person is doing. When we were done we just, talked.

   "Baby with a mustache, huh mi amor?" They teased.

   Nice try, "What, did you like it?΅ They stopped and fumbled for a couple seconds, they seemed to half comprehend what just happened, leaving them with no ready response. I switched to the baby with a mustache and did a lip bite.

   "No, what!? No, that's not fair! You're supposed to get embarrassed! Not confuse me or- ew what!?" We laughed for a couple seconds, and I switched back. Then the room got quiet.

   It wasn't awkward. Well, yes it was, but not too awkward. I felt the need to ease the silence. Maybe excite Dolores if she heard.

   "So...um about that-" I hesitated, then came to a stop as I heard yelling down stairs. It sounded like my Tío Agustin. I glanced at Y/n in a "we need to go see what's happening" way, so we left my room and glanced down. I could hear my Abuela talking.

   "Mirabel was in that vision for a reason. Find her." My god that's all that this is about. Mirabel, Mirabel, gets so much attention that she doesn't realize. She's un-special to the point of being special. She's just her, not some gift. And people just...like her. They treat her rough, yeah, but most don't think badly of her. I don't think badly of her. Well, I do I guess, but it's not for what she thinks. 

   I want to be five again. But even then my success got flooded with Mira's fail. And she just does what I do, without a gift. Makes people, especially kids, happy. I love her, but sometimes I wish it were a bit different. I only get to be special because she isn't, and that's uncomfortable.

   But was she really ruining the magic? Was this really going to be the final downfall of our gifts? I don't want to lose my gift. "Hey, let's look around a bit, Mirabel has to be somewhere." I think they could tell how much this meant to me, so they ushered me to follow.

   So we walked around, every here and there I got a baby head. My gift wasn't fading, but it was acting up more that usual. "Mirabel! Mira-" It felt like we were looking forever. Then we walked up on Antonio outside his room talking to Dolores. They looked uncomfortable as we walked by. I gave them an awkward smile.

   Y/n and I continued to walk around the house, but couldn't find her anywhere. After what must have been hours we just sat down in the kitchen, and got to listen to any fighting that occured. And it occurred often. Dolores was refusing to say anything, or saying that she can't hear her, that her gift was fading. Probably a lie, but you go girlboss. It was snowing. My leg was trembling. But I focused on Y/n. It wasn't that bad. They made it not bad. We started to talk again. What a terrible day for a friend to be over. Then all of a sudden we found Mirabel, but I guess we hate her now.

   Well, we heard her and Isabela. Me and Y/n ran out, trying to listen in without being spotted. Isabela looked a mess. That's new. But they both looked happy. Besides the fact that Abuela was mad. Isa seemed upset real quick. Mirabel was fighting that she was saving the Miracle. Abuela went on a rant on how this was all wrong, and that Mirabel was ruining everything.

   Looking at Mira, I couldn't see anything wrong with what she was doing. All of a sudden I understood everything. I may have switched into her a few times, who knows. But what was Abuela doing? "because of you...because of you..." Because of Mirabel? I didn't understand anything until now. Everybody was semi-cool with her, but she never got the full approval. And always, always got the blame.

   And now the Casita was cracking. It wasn't stopping. Then Mirabel started talking again. Fighting for what's right, but the Casita was cracking. It was breaking more and more, it wasn't stopping. "You're the one that doesn't care." The Casita was cracking faster. Wasn't that a strong accusation? Was she right? Now the blame was on Abuela. The Casita was cracking.

   I looked at Y/n. "So much for a sleepover, the Casita is probably going to be down by the end of this. We can have fun on rubble. Maybe play hide-n-seek?" I chuckled at the unfunny remarks. I'm scared.

   The Casita was crashing down. I told Y/n to get out and went to do the same, but Mira was going after the candle. After being so mean after the past day or so, I had to save her, right? So I did, I ran after her.

   I'm fast, I can make my way through a crashing house with my gift. I watched and Isabela fell. Our gifts were fading. But Mirabel was up there. Mine may last a bit longer.

   I was almost at Mirabel. I could have smelled her, I was about to grab the side of the roof. And my gift stopped. I was me. I fell, but the Casita saved me. It still hurt, but I was alright. Mira on the other hand was still after the candle. I had no choice but to leave, Y/n was waiting for me outside, I would die in here. But Mira might too.

   *I HAVE LITERALLY NO MOTIVATION, ALONG WITH NO CONCEPT OF TIME BETWEEN SCENES AAAH I HATE MYSELF BUT HEY 1000 WORDS AND IT ONLY TOOK FOREVER*