Y/N's POV

 I had just finished unpacking and was about to go out and look for Mirabel when my brother, Manuel, called out to me. I sighed.

 "Need anything, Manuel?" I asked as I went into his room.

 "Si," he said. "I can't get P/N (plushie name) out. Can you pull him/her for me?"

 With another sigh,  I dug into his back. The plushie's leg was pinned under Manuel's friend's rock collection, which he had given to Manuel as a goodbye gift. 

 "Here." I handed him the plush. He squeezed it tight and said, "Gracias, Y/N."

After that, I went out to look for Mirabel. The village was busy. I spotted- oh my Goodness- Luisa, carrying a huge batch of...donkeys?... on her shoulder. Maybe she knew where Mirabel was! But I didn't wanna bother her, so I went to look for Mirabel on my own.

 That's when I spotted- dear Goodness- the shape-shifter I assumed was Camilo Madrigal. He was shapeshifting into different people trying to amuse a small crying boy. I walked over, not only because I wanted to ask where Mirabel was, but because what he was doing was kind of sweet and I wanted to help him.

 He was frantically snapping his fingers, tap dancing, waving his arms, and shapeshifting into people wearing silly costumes. In every face, I saw exhaustion and worry. I had to help. 

 I approached the little boy. Now closer, I could make out a word in his crying- waaa...on. Waa..on. Waa...on? Wa-wagon! That's it, wagon! But why was he crying for a wagon? 

 Then I spotted the splinters of wood at his feet, and I realized- he was crying over a broken toy wagon.  Lucky me, my Tio Jose had taught me how to fix little wooden things. How coincidental. Mama didn't think it would be very useful.

 "Psst, Camilo!" I whispered. "Find me nails and a hammer."

 "What in the-" he muttered, clearly not used to being given orders by a stranger.

 "Just go!" I said aloud, shocking him. He ran off to find what I needed. Meanwhile, I picked up the kid and jiggled him up and down in hope to calm him down. 

 Just as my arms were getting tired, Camilo came rushing back with a big batch of nails and a hammer. He was trying to catch his breath, and I felt kind of sorry for him, because from what I know from Mirabel's letters, Camilo was a pretty nice guy and sort of a prankster...just my kind of guy. Not that I really knew him or anything.

 "Thanks." I took the hammer and nails. The kid stopped crying abruptly and was watching me fix his toy with interest.

 A few minutes later I was done.  I handed the toy back to the kid, who seemed absolutely delighted. He took it from me, yelled a big yay, and turned back to Camilo. 

 "Your girlfriend's awesome," said the little boy.

 "What? Uh, no! I barely know her, Mateo. She's not my girlfriend," Camilo said, looking absolutely flustered. He turned to me. "You are Y/N, right? Mirabel's pen-pal?" he asked.

 "That's me," I said. "And you're Camilo Madrigal, Mirabel's cousin. She described you perfectly."

 "Uh...yeah," said Camilo. "I didn't know she talked about me. I guess you're wondering where she is?"

 I nodded. "It was nice meeting you, Camilo, but I need to find Mirabel."

 "Of course." He nodded, blushing. "I just need to get Mateo back to his parents." He blushed harder. "Wanna...come with me?"

"Sure, I guess." I said. Camilo motioned for me to come closer. Then he took Mateo's hand and started walking, and I walked beside him. 

 When we got to Mateo's house, Mateo shouted, "Mami!" and ran to his mother's arms. 

 "Thank you so much, Camilo," said Mateo's mother. "And, say, I never knew you had a girlfriend."

 "Oh, no. He's just my friend," I explained to Mateo's mom. "I just moved here. We just met."

 Camilo's face flushed red. "Yeah," he said. "We aren't dating."

 Mateo and his mother both seemed disappointed. "Oh, well, I'll leave you to it," Mateo's mother said. She smiled at me before going inside with her son. 

 Inside my head, I was wondering, why did everyone always say Camilo and I were dating?