Camilo And Mirabel Are Not Smoking Weed What Do You Mean? Who Told You That?

by Captain_BumbleBee

Summary:

When Bruno was making his way down to the kitchen late that evening, and could make out a trace of weed in the air, he assumed it was Isabela. Not only had he seen his niece smoking before, but she was twenty-four with the ability to conjure up any plant she desired. She could certainly do some ‘in-home’ chemistry.

It was not until Bruno had to pass by Isabela’s door to reach the stairs that he noticed that the smell wasn’t all that strong. Perhaps she’d stopped…? But when he made his way past Luisa’s door, then finally to Camilo’s, it got stronger. And good lord, it was strong. Meaning it was fresh.
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Mirabel and Camilo get busted when getting high for the first time. People cry.

Bruno originally assumed it was Isabela. 

He was no stranger to the earthy, damp scent of marijuana. He was twenty once. Thirty, forty, and fifty as well. Even if he didn’t smoke often nowadays, he would occasionally cave to smoking a joint now and again. Whether it be on the patio with Felix and Gus or one of his sisters. 

His mama wasn’t the biggest fan of his habit, but she also had no room to talk. When he was a boy, she thought she was being sneaky, only doing it while he and his sisters were asleep, but he could smell the lingering marijuana if he went into her bedroom the night after.  

Around the time the kids came into the picture, Bruno’s sisters made a bigger fuss of Bruno’s habits. Banishing him to only do it in his tower, where he could blow it out the window, and the kids wouldn’t smell it. He’d agreed, it’s not like he couldn’t; his sisters were looking out for their kids. But in turn, his mama and sisters were much stricter with the rules they gave to their kids about drinking and marijuana.

Never touch it until you are an adult! He could hear them lecture.

When Bruno was making his way down to the kitchen late that evening, and could make out a trace of weed in the air, he assumed it was Isabela. Not only had he seen his niece smoking before, but she was twenty-four with the ability to conjure up any plant she desired. She could certainly do some ‘in-home’ chemistry.

It was not until Bruno had to pass by Isabela’s door to reach the stairs that he noticed that the smell wasn’t all that strong. Perhaps she’d stopped…? But when he made his way past Luisa’s door, then finally to Camilo’s, it got stronger.  And good lord, it was strong. Meaning it was fresh.

Pepa had made it clear to all her kids that she didn’t want them messing with weed until they were at least twenty-one. Again, hypocritical considering she had her first cigar at seventeen. Bruno knew his nephew. He was mischievous.

…and if Camilo was anything like this mother.

Should he open the door and intervene? If Pepa found out Bruno had been out there, aware it was possibly Camilo, she’d likely never let him live it down til Camilo was twenty-one. Though Bruno also knew what it was like to be that age. Getting into shit you shouldn’t. Maybe he can gently parent Camilo through this. Give him some advice? 

Bruno hesitated before knocking on the door. 

Bruno felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him when he heard the scattered, frantic footsteps from inside Camilo’s room. Mumbling muffled further by the door, likely some foul language over potentially getting caught. Leaning into the door, Bruno swore he heard— another pair of footsteps? Did Camilo have a friend inside his room?

“Don’t open the door!” 

That was Camilo. 

“What do you want me to do?” 

Mirabel?

“Not open the door! Don’t open the fucking door! Just let me— just let me think—“

“At this point, they know, there’s no other reason someone knocked. What if it’s just one of our sisters? They literally wouldn’t care. They did the same shit at our age.” 

“If it’s one of our parents?” 

There was a pause. Soon, the scattered footsteps resumed. 

Finally, the door swung open to reveal Camilo, followed by the strong smell of weed. His smile was strained, shifting his feet from side to side nervously. Aside from that, he looked normal. Almost too normal. 

Bruno looked over Camilo’s shoulder. Mirabel wasn’t in sight. Sans the Mirabel-sized lump currently under Camilo’s bed. 

“Hola! Tío Bruno! Hola! What’s up? What’s going on? Is something wrong? Is everything okay?” 

Bruno knew he shouldn’t, but he was fighting a smile. This was just a little too good. “Yeah, everything is fine. I just thought I smelled something odd in the house.” 

Camilo’s face paled, as if Bruno had just given Camilo the worst news possible. An expression he’s seen often.  “Um, like what? A skunk?”

Oh Camilo.

“Yeah, yeah like a skunk.” 

“Well, you know Antonio’s animals.” Camilo glanced anxiously down each side of the hallway. “One might’ve gotten into my room. Ah, oh no! Right? Okay, so um I'm tired and I need togotobedsolike—“

“Okay, this is stupid.” Bruno gently grabbed Camilo’s shoulder and guided him back into the room. Camilo tensed under his uncle's grip, knowing he had been caught. Bruno shut the door behind them, glancing down at the bed. “Mirabel, I can see you, come out, let's talk about this.” 

Mirabel, unlike Camilo, looked far more like a high teenager. Her dilated pupils blinked up at her uncle in concern, like a kid caught… with… well, weed– so yeah, she was the poster child for this situation. 

Bruno had been right about his assumption that Camilo looked a little too perfect. His body suddenly gave up, shifting back into himself: he had a slightly uncanny, distant expression in his eyes, much like the one Pepa got when she used to get high with Bruno.

They both stared at their uncle, waiting for him to do something. It reminded Bruno of when they were little kids, and they’d follow him around like little ducklings, wanting to know what he was up to for the day in hopes of finding adventure. Simpler times. Now look at them. Getting their hands on marijuana. Just like him when he was their age. They grow up so fast. 

“No one is in trouble.” Bruno began. He should get that out of the way.

Mirabel relaxed her shoulders, fully emerging from her spot underneath the bed. Camilo, on the other hand, kept staring at Bruno. Like he was about to do something: he just couldn’t decide if he wanted to do it.  

“I am not telling your parents, either.” Bruno went on. 

Before Bruno could go on, he heard a cough from Camilo. Much to Bruno’s surprise– And Mirabel’s, who perked up when she saw his eyes water– Camilo began to cry. Actually, no, Camilo began to sob full on. 

Camilo wasn’t completely emotionless or anything– he was the opposite. He was loud, bombastic, and sought to have everyone’s eyes on him. Camilo was also a teenage boy. Bruno should know that at his age, you convinced yourself crying was reserved for either your bedroom or sneaking into your parents' bedroom to go cry to them. So Bruno concluded Camilo must have been really out of it. 

Mirabel stared at Camilo, slack-jawed, then looked back at Bruno as if asking him to do something about this. 

This was somewhat unexplored territory for Bruno. He didn’t know how to comfort Camilo in the first place, as he usually went to his parents if he was upset; so he wasn’t sure how to comfort a high Camilo. Bruno slowly reached out to pat Camilo’s back, then quickly drew his hand back in when Camilo suddenly began to blubber nonsense.

“ThankyouIdidn’twanttogetcaughtohmygodmymamiisgonnabesomad–” Camilo stopped sobbing into his hands, looking at Mirabel through his tear-stained cheeks with an epiphany.  He threw out his arm, pointing an accusatory finger at his younger cousin, “THIS WAS HER IDEA!” 

Mirabel looked stunned, betrayed mostly, “YOU SHIT YOU DID NOT JUST RAT ME OUT LIKE THAT!” 

“YES IT WAS IT WAS YOU AND YOUR DUMBASS GLASSES I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS–”

“FUCK YOU. FUCK. YOU. MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST OH MY GOD”

“FUCK YOU! MINE TOO HOLY SHIT.”

Oh no. Oh no this was kind of the funniest thing Bruno has ever seen. This was funny because he and his sisters would have pulled the same stunt if Alma ever caught them smoking or drinking. But he had to be the adult here, “Okay, okay!” Bruno raised his voice, getting their attention and putting their squabbling to a halt. “Both of you, let’s just calm down.” Bruno turned to Camilo, “Camilo, no one is in trouble. No one’s parents are going to find out. Besides, your mother would be a hypocrite if she grounded you til you're twenty-one. She did much worse than this,” Bruno then turned to Mirabel, “And you, where did you get it?”

The question was out of genuine curiosity and to ensure she hadn’t gotten it from one of those sketchy boys in town. The only thing Bruno would potentially lecture them over is their sellers. 

Mirabel went silent, twiddling her thumbs together, “Um, she’ll be mad and kill me and I will die if I tell you.”

“When did Isabela give it to you?” Bruno asked bluntly. 

Camilo and Mirabel both shared a surprised expression. Mirabel cleared her throat, “Tonight. She said we should do it in Camilo’s room by the window. But we sort of… forgot.” Mirabel looked up at Bruno pleadingly, “Don’t tell Isabela I ratted her out. She’ll kill me. Like, you weren’t there, but she had me fearing for my life.” 

“I won’t, I promise,” Bruno said honestly. 

“So,” Camilo wiped his cheek, though it was replaced by a fresh tear, seemingly unable to shake his anxiety, “if you aren’t going to tell anyone, why did you come in here?” 

“Look,” Bruno began in his lecture voice, which Mirabel instantly clocked and rolled her eyes over, “You guys are at an age where you are going to do stuff like drink, smoke, and party. That’s fine. It is all fine. Just don’t be stupid about it.” He narrowed his eyes at Camilo, “You specifically.” 

Camilo's wet eyes glared at Bruno, “Why ‘me’ specifically?” 

“Have you met yourself?” Mirabel scoffed, shoving some of tonight’s leftovers into her mouth. “If any of the kids in Casita would get peer-pressured into literally anything, it’s you.”

“That’s not true!” Camilo stomped his foot childishly, “I would not!”

“And who convinced you to get high tonight?” Mirabel asked.

Camilo stopped, glaring daggers at his cousin, who looked positively thrilled over her comeback. Camilo pushed past Mirabel, fell onto his bed, and crawled underneath his covers. “You are evil, and the worst, and I am gonna die sad and angry because of you.”

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Bruno had convinced Mirabel to leave Camilo be after he quickly drifted off to sleep. He needed it anyway, as Bruno could sense the incoming weed-induced meltdown he would have if Mirabel kept pulling his leg.

“So, you really aren’t going to say anything to our parents?” Mirabel asked as Bruno gently shut the door to Camilo’s bedroom.

“Are you kidding? I won’t say a thing.” Bruno chuckled, “I get what it’s like to be your age. You two are Madrigals, so it may feel taboo to get into trouble, but you guys deserve to be teens. I also need to ask Isabela for whatever she gave you guys.”

Mirabel's eyes lit up. “I knew you still smoked. I could tell.”

Bruno snorted, “You could tell?”

“You seem like the kind,” Mirabel realized she had to be careful with her next few words: “To need something to relax.” She finished, proud of her supposedly perfect phrasing

“I just need you to promise me one thing, Mirabel.” Bruno took his sobrina by her shoulders, turning her to meet his gaze. “Camilo crying over his mom potentially busting him was the funniest thing I have seen in years. You, as his cousin, cannot let him forget this very integral moment of his youth. Are we clear?”

Mirabel smiled, “Yes, Tio Bruno.” 

Notes:

Heyyyy! Another part in my little one-shot series about the madrigals. Bruno POV! My challenge here was not to make it angsty because Bruno has so much of that. I wouldn't call this a crack fic, honestly. More specifically, a chaotic day inside Casita.

I think it is obvious I started to run out of steam near the end of this one. Once the shock of catching his sobrinos getting buzzed wore off, things got slow, Bruno got preachy, and I began to run out of ideas.

This was Mirabel's idea 100%. I think the general headcanon is that Camilo would be the one to convince Mirabel, but I do not see Mirabel as a complete 'goody-two-shoes'. I think if anyone is hesitant to smoke, it would be Luisa or even Isabela, despite her being the Walter White of the fic. Camilo was somewhat on board, he was just worried about his mommy finding out and being mad at him.

Also, please do not do weed in large consumptions that is not very good for you.