"We got a deal, hm?" You inquired gently. Your facial expression was visibly stern though. You had cornered a man of sorts.
"Dios mío." The other exhaled, his back pressed against a wall. "Si, si si." He responded, his voice a bit shaky.
(My god. Yes, yes yes.)
"Wonderful!" You exclaimed, a smile plastered on your face. "Try that shit again and I'll make sure you're buried without a headstone." You threatened simply, relaxing your posture a bit.
"Hey! What's happening?" Someone shouted from behind. You barely reacted to it, turning your head slightly to look at the person approaching. The boy had a yellow ruana on, of course. Camilo Madrigal.
The man had taken this distraction as a chance to run away. He tried, that's for sure. You quickly realised what the man was going to do and grabbed him by his hand. You pulled him back and absolutely decked him in the face.
Your 'victim' fell back, losing his balance completely as he buried his face in his hands out of pain. The man groaned loudly, his face scrunched up.
"Hey hey hey!" Camilo raised his voice as he got closer to the two of you. "What are you doing?!" He stopped, keeping his distance from you.
"That's none of your business, Madrigal." You responded quickly and harshly, giving him a glance.
"You have to stop fighting people, Abuela's mad at you already." He interjected, his fingers digging into his palms.
"Mhh," You hummed in response, giving Camilo a once-over without a care in the world.
"¿Puedes tomar esto en serio?¿Por favor?" The other said in a rather annoyed tone, really not wanting to deal with your defiance right now.
(Can you take this seriously? Please?)
You scoffed at his request, shaking your head lightly in some kind of disappointment. "I don't care, really." You gave him a quick response, turning around, your body finally facing Camilo. You just started walking away.
"Ey, espera. Abuela told me to come get you, [name]." He spoke up as he grabbed your arm and pulled you back.
(Ey, wait.)
"The hell does she want?" You inquired, swiftly pulling your hand out of Camilo's grip.
"I don't know. I was just sent here to get you, because everyone else was busy. Dolores told me where you were. Vamos." He asked as he turned around and started walking away.
(Come on.)
You clicked your tongue, decided to follow Camilo. It was either deal with the Madrigals now, or get annoyed by them for the rest of eternity.
You walked after him, but kept your distance. You didn't necessarily like being near him.
After a little while of walking, and you sending stupid glares to children for fun, the two of you finally reached la Casita. Being honest, it was a pretty house.
"She's waiting for you in the dining room." Camilo said leading you into the house.
"[Name]. You're here, alas." She said sighing. "Have a seat." Alma looked at you with a smile, fake one to be exact.
Camilo decided to snitch on the conversation. He stood behind a wall next to the stairs, listening intently.
"Do you know what you've been doing for these past few months, [name]?" Her tone got more hostile quickly, which surprised Camilo as she greeted [name] with a warm smile.
"Mh? Getting into fights, why?" You said leaning back on the chair. Casita shook the chair a little bit for the snarky response. "Stupid house." You mumbled as you adjusted in your seat, straightening your back a bit.
"Está bien. I have talked to your father a couple days prior. Sofia's out of the question right now,"
(Alright.)
"Alejandro, estúpida. Es Alejandro." You corrected her in your head only.
(Alejandro, idiot. It's Alejandro.)
"On the behalf of the whole village and your family.. We have agreed that the Madrigals will be taking you under their supervision, because of your behavioral issues. Meaning, you're staying here for a little while." Alma explained, her hands interlocked.
"¿Qué?" Your voice shook a small bit, hearing what Alma had said. "Oi, espera. What do you mean?!" You questioned her, furrowing your eyebrows.
(What? ... Oi, wait.)
"Calm down." Alma said standing up. "It was our decision. Not yours. You'll be staying here whether you like it or not. At least until your behavior gets better." She said firmly, her gaze unwavering.
"Have you seriously gone insane, lady?!" You talked back, clearly unhappy with their verdict.
"Watch your mouth, [name]. Control yourself." Alma spoke, narrowing her eyes at you.
You stayed silent.
"Go get your stuff, Camilo's going with you to help." She said, turning her back to you.
"I can do it myself, I don't need his stupid help." You replied in a defeated tone, standing up.
"Could've said that nicer," Camilo thought, his back still pressed against the wall.
"He's coming with you and that is final. I do not want you running away or getting into another fight." And with that, she left the dining room.
"Great." You mumbled. "I have to stay with this stupid family in this stupid house." You turned around and went to the entrance, passing by Camilo.
"Are you going or not? I don't have all day." you said, opening the door and walking out.
Soon Camilo caught up to you. He took a little while because he was startled that you knew he was there. You guys walked for about 5 minutes in absolute silence.
"Uhhh, how did you know I was there?" Camilo asked, breaking the silence in the most awkward way possible.
"I hate small talk." You said nonchalantly and quickened your pace.
"Whoa, slow down, I was just asking a question!" Camilo said in defense, his tone ever so slightly desperate.
"And I'm not gonna answer it." You stopped walking, causing Camilo to bump into you and slightly lose his balance.
Camilo clicked his tongue in annoyance. "¿Qué haces? What's with the sudden stop?!"
(What are you doing?)
"It's because we're at my house, you imbecile." You glanced at him once more, your look just pure disdain.
"What a fancy way to insult me.." He huffed softly. "Anyway, come on, I'll help you." Camilo said rather cheerfully, walking in front of you. That is until he got dragged back by his collar.
"Who said you could go in? I'm going in by myself, and you stay here." You gave him a confused look, letting go of his collar.
Camilo looked up at you confused as well. Maybe a bit concerned.
"Or you can go home" you suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"Abuela will get mad at me, you know that. Why can't I go in?" He asked curiously.
"Wow, didn't know the famous Madrigal was an investigator." You commented, your tone dripping with sarcasm.
Camilo sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, standing in front of your house. "Appreciate the sarcasm."
"Surprised you can tell a difference." You said going into the house and shutting the door right behind you.
"Stupid [last name]. "SuRpRiSed yOu CaN teLl a DifFereNce"" he mocked you and did quotation mark signs with his hands. "Who does he think he is, treating people like that." Camilo pouted. "And he's gonna stay with us? What a nightmare."
20 minutes passed and you still weren't out of the house.
"Man, this guy sure has a lot of stuff to pack," Camilo thought, sitting on the stairs with his arms behind his head. "He's not going to live with us forever too, what's even taking him so long?" He asked himself with a bored look on his face.
The front door opened. "You're Camilo right? You can come in if you'd like."
"Huh?" Camilo turned around to see who talked. It was a pretty tall person, with dark brown eyes, long curly hair and dressed pretty nicely. He was wearing a long sleeved black button up shirt and some pants.
"Who are you?" Camilo asked gently, standing up.
"I'm Alejandro, [name]'s brother. There's a little bit of a problem so you'll have to wait a while, [name] told me everything. I wouldn't want our guest to wait outside." He said, his hand still wrapped around the door's handle.
"Sí, sí sí, thank you." Camilo responded, walking up the stairs and through the door.
"My pleasure, Camilo," Alejandro's tone was as gentle as ever. He closed the front door, leading Camilo to where you were at.
They both walked in the living room. You were laying on the couch, having changed your clothes to more comfortable ones. Your arm was covering your eyes. And there was a wet towel on your forehead.
"What happened to you?" Camilo inquired with a baffled face.
Your breathing got heavy. "Shut up." You said with a shaky voice. "None of your business."
"He almost passed out," Alejandro said. "Truly, it was a sight to see." He continued, the teasing tone now more evident.
"Why? Is he alright?" The other was worried about your current state.
"There you go again with your stupid questions.." you mumbled out, your chest rising with every breath that you took.
"Iron deficiency, bud. [Name]'s got iron deficiency." Alejandro replied to Camilo's question.
Camilo raised his eyebrows in response, now knowing more about you.
"He doesn't need to know everything." You sat up sharply and quickly. "You're both annoying." You said taking the towel off of your forehead.
You stood up and began walking, but as you were about to pass Camilo and Alejandro, your vision faded to black and not wanting to fall, you held onto Camilo's rauna with one hand, tightly gripping it. "Damn it." You mumbled.
"Shouldn't have gotten up so fast." Alejandro said. "Here let me help y-"
"I've got it" Camilo interrupted your brother.
"Oh?" He hummed in an amused tone. "Perfecto, gracias Camilo."
(Perfect, thank you Camilo.)
Camilo put one of his hands on your hip, trying to hold you up. "Don't fall, you'll hurt yourself." He whispered, keeping his entire focus on you.
Alejandro stood aside, watching the two of you. He gave you some more space as well, moving back a couple steps.
"I'm not gonna fall.. I'm not as weak as you are," you muttered out, trying to gain your composure as you tightly closed your eyes.
"Maybe you should lay down-" Camilo tried suggesting, only to be shut down frankly.
"For the love of god, shut up." You said letting go of the other and standing up straight.
"Is your vocabulary really filled with insults?"
"Might as well be if I'm gonna need to keep talking to you." You said walking in the direction of your room.