•~Telepathic~• | Camilo Madrigal x OC

Familiar

"Ahem, you mean a couple years?" I raise a brow knowingly at her, receiving a quick eye-roll in return.

"Shh shh sh, that doesn't matter. So you know how you're finally starting at my school tomorrow? I still don't get why you've been home-schooling your whole life..."

"Yep."

"I think I'm going to ask out Camilo sometime next week, and I really want your help."

I winced internally at her crush. I'd always supported her infatuation with him, but that was simply because I assumed she'd never make a move. But obviously now I felt bad, since he would likely reject her.

"FiNeEe..." I whined angrily while my posture flopped. My eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Great! I think he'll really like me... oh my gosh I just realised something," her eyes broadened in worry, her lips pursing to resemble a thin line.

"What?"

"He's going to think I'm some obsessed fangirl! What am I thinking!? He wouldn't ever go out with ME!" She stuffed her hands into her hair, scrunching it up while she continued groaning.

"Erika, if he doesn't like you then clearly this guy isn't worth it."

"No! I would be the one who's not worth it, he's literally perfect! Definitely worth it."

"Okay, remind me how he's perfect?"

"He's got the looks, personality, humour, gift, status, literally everything a girl could ever want in a guy. I am so envious of his future wife, Camilo Madrigal is a straight up catch. I really don't see how you aren't simping for him."

"There is definitely something wrong with you. Anyways, yes I'll help you ask him out."

"YAY! You're the best!" She smothered me in a tight squeeze, extremely giddy.

"Yep, I know. I'm just that great. Thanks for the gift again, my Mama is probably waiting for me I should get going." We waved goodbye to eachother, both of us walking off in our separate directions.

Honestly, her sappy words really made me reconsider looking at Camilo in a new light.

Hmm...

Looks? I mean, yeah... but I would never tell him that.

Personality? Definitely.

Humour? That's why he's my best friend, aside from the whole speaking telepathically thing.

Gift, status? Not sure why that matters.

I continued pondering, unsure what I was feeling about it. I saw him, he was entertaining a hefty group of children ranging from ages 4-7. All of them were laughing and tugging at his clothes, requesting him to shapeshift more. He willingly obliged wearing a content smile the whole time.

An uneasy feeling rushed through my nerves, it didn't seem like anything I'd felt before.

My stomach twisted internally, a new emotion taking over me. I shifted uncomfortably in my stance. It's not that I didn't like this feeling, it just seemed too familiar.

Which was, odd. Because I swore this was something unique.

He catches my eye, and suddenly he's all I can see.

He smiles.

I smile.

It's as if an invisible force is tugging me towards him. A gravitational pull wants me to walk over go him. I refuse, remaining still, he's still as well. I stare into his deep, warm eyes. Suddenly, all I want to do is jump into his arms. Why?

No, no no no no no no no.

Shut up Amira.

What's wrong with you?

I rip my gaze off of him, determined to shake this overwhelming feeling.

'Heh. Happy birthday mi princesa obstinada.'

(Timeskip)

I found myself laying comfortably on my bed, my legs dangling off the side as I lay face up. Camilo beside me mirroring my position. We'd been there for what felt like hours, not a word.

"Oi," I speak up, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" I can only just hear his short hum, presumably exhausted from being out all day.

"My Mama wrote a letter to me yesterday. She said she'll come back earlier, for my birthday. She's going to take me out for dinner."

"Oh, that's kind of her. She's taking you out for dinner?"

"Mhm. Maybe I should wear that dress..."

"..."

His silence creeps into my ears, thoughts beginning to flood my head. But I manage to let the thoughts subside, eventually abating.

"I mean, if you think that's a good idea...?" I say.

"Yeah, yeah it's not up to me. I think that's a great idea princesa. You'll look gorgeous, I know you will."

I sense an excruciatingly uncomfortable tension in the air. I sit up and look down behind me at him.

Deja vu.

He's staring up at the ceiling. Neutral expression.

I ask him what he's doing.

He chuckles as he sits up.

That sweet grin.

What happened next?