"Y/N!" Camilo yelled, shifting into you. He ran up to you shifting back to himself. "Yo! Have you heard the gossip going around?" He asked leaning into your face while bringing a finger up to his lips as if he was trying to be quiet.

"No Camilo I have not." You say taking a step back.

"Okay so I heard this from Dolores but-" He whispered in your ear. Your eyes widened. "Really?" You said listing some more.

He looked at you. To be honest you were shocked. Your hand was covering your mouth.

"I choose not to believe that." You said walking away, Camilo following behind you.

"Huh?! It's true though!" Camilo laughed catching up to you. "Why because it came from you?" You said sparing him a glance. "I have a hard time believing things from you anymore." You said, shivering at a memory you had when you last believed him.

Short summary, a lot of baby vomit got on you.

"No no my dear" He said, spinning in front of you to hold your hand. "It came from my dear sister Dolores!" He smirked, "And if we remember what Dolors gift was... She can-" He face dropped, "Basically hear anything." He said looking off to the side spacing out.

"Anyway!" His head snapped in your direction flashing you a bright smile.

You stared at him with a concerned look. "Mh" You said nodding your head moving past him continuing to walk. Those groceries were not going to buy themselves and you knew that your parents would not be happy if you came empty handed.

Camilo stood behind for a bit watching you walk away. 'Something is off' He thought to himself, raising an eyebrow while slightly pouting.

When he finally caught up to you, he was at eye level staring at the side of your face with narrow eyes.

You tried your best to ignore him as you made your way to the market.

"What's up with you?" Camilo finally spoke up.

You slightly flinched looking at him before quickly looking ahead picking up your pace. "Nothing" You said with a nervous chuckle.

He continued to stare at you with narrow eyes examining the side of your face.

"Y/n, something about you tells me you're lying..." He said, placing a hand on his chin.

Camilo tried his best to keep with you as he began to dodge people. You took your opportunity taking a sharp right burying yourself within the people hoping you would blend in.

Camilo moved past a person about to question you again only to see you weren't there.

He was a bit shocked to see you weren't there, his lips parted the slightest.

"Omph!" He said, bumping into someone.

'I didn't mean to avoid him on purpose.' You thought to yourself examining some vegetables.

The only reason you didn't want him to tag along was because you know that the two of you would get sidetracked and you would come home empty handed.

The amount of times this has happened before and the family grumpily ate dinner late.

The stares of disappointment and the 'Why can't you do one simple thing right?' Phrases you knew all too well.

If you came home empty handed again you would most likely get grounded which would mean not seeing the sunlight or Camilo for a while. You couldn't afford that, which meant that Camilo was not the person you wanted to talk to even if you wanted to.

You exhaled, placing the Tomato down. "Not a fan of tomatoes?" The merchant asked. "Oh no! I was just thinking." You said buying some tomatoes as well as some other veggies.

You went along buying more groceries.

Meanwhile, Camilo zigzagged along the people walking down the road. 'Where are they?' Camilo asked himself as he scanned the crowd of people.

He looks to his right seeing your back. His eyes brightened making his way towards you.

He grabbed your shoulder turning you around "Y/N-"

Was in fact not Y/N.

Out of embarrassment Camilo tried to play it off but miserably failed noticing the blank expression on their face. "You. Look. Very. Young?" Camilo asked, his voice squeaking at the last word.

It sounded like he was scared rather than asking a question.

"Just go kid"

"Okay"

At the end of the day Camilo sat on his bed. His back rested against the wall as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Did I do something wrong?"