#sorry abt the macbeth inspired title

[brezchez]

Fair can be foul, yet foul can't be fair

{art credits: @crunchyfootwear on insta}

Hello! I don't usually write these kind of fanfics but you know me with my sudden outbursts of ideas. So here is this, Carlos, Camilo and OC centric little fanfic I came up with that I hope you enjoy. Initially this was supposed to be something short as a practice for creative writing, but oh well. When you're already riding down the hill, might as well keep going and enjoy the wind in your hair.

Enough with my metaphoric speeches.

Enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1141

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Carlos leaned against a wall, with his arms crossed, watching Liliana from his place by the house shaded by a palm tree. He couldn't help the soft smile that crept onto his face as he watched her talk to and play with the young toddlers of the village, smiling and very clearly enjoying their company. He wasn't usually one to take pleasure in the company of children; he found their high-pitched voices and bland conversations boring, but whenever he saw Liliana with them, he didn't exactly seem to mind.

The glowing joy on his face dropped however, when he spotted his twin brother come up to her. He scowled as he watched Camilo snake a gentle hand around Liliana's waist, softly pulling her closer to him. That damned hand. His heart twisted at the mere sight of it and its cruel intentions. Oh, the games it played on his feelings.

He wanted so badly to just walk up to them, pull Liliana away from his good-for-nothing brother and whisk her to somewhere where he could show her that he could give her more than Camilo ever could. He wanted so much to just walk up to her and just bask in the warmth of her company.

So why didn't he?

Carlos simply scoffed at the question his mind asked him, looked down at the ground and turned away, not wanting to pain himself anymore any longer.

Unbeknownst to him, Liliana had spotted him. The dull colour of his maroon ruana shone more prominently than everything illuminated by the sun in the town plaza in that moment and it captivated her. It was just too bad it disappeared around the corner too quickly for her to appreciate it -- and its wearer's -- beauty.

"You okay Lia?" Camilo asked her.

"Oh, yes, Sorry I guess I just spaced out for a moment," she replied with a smile, turning back to the crows of children that swarmed them.

"Don't apologize," said Camilo, looking down at the kid tugging his ruana. "I'm just glad you're back down on Earth with us now," he said, picking up the young girl.

"Liliana, are you going to be at the party today?" a little boy asked her, lightly pulling her skirt. Squatting down to his level, Liliana smiled warmly at the child.

"Of course, Julio. It's a party at La Casa Madrigal, so I wouldn't miss it for the world," she answered, looking to Camilo with a smile, who returned it just as kindly.

"Yay!" the boy exclaimed as he ran off, presumably to tell his friends.

"I'm excited for tonight," Liliana remarked, causing a spark of interest to ignite in the teen beside her.

"Why do you say that?"

"I dunno," the girl shrugged, turning to her friends with her arms crossed and her iconic half-smile painted on her lips. "Just got a good feeling about it, I guess."

Camilo looked to the crowd of children and smiled to himself before replying, "Yeah, me too."

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The evening came sooner than they all expected. By the time they blinked, the sun was already setting, the moon had began to take its place and candles had been lit to illuminate the gorgeous colours of the decorations of the celebration.

"I am so excited for tonight, Carlos," Camilo excitedly said to his twin brother, who hummed nonchalantly in response.

"And why is that Camilo?" he asked, more fed up than intrigued. The tone didn't faze Camilo's enthusiasm however. It refused to.

"Because, today's the day. I'm gonna ask Liliana if she will be mi novia."

Carlos' eye twitched. What did he just say? Someone else other than Liliana had managed to take his breath away in the moment, though it wasn't exactly for a good reason.

Regardless, Carlos retained his cool composure and appeared unfazed. "Tonight, huh?"

"Yep."

"I don't know, Camilo. Don't you think it's too soon?" Carlos said, walking over to the kitchen to find something to nibble on. Camilo swiftly followed after him.

"Carlos, we've been friends for almost a year now," answered Camilo.

"Y-yeah, but I mean... yeah exactly, shouldn't you wait at least until after one year?" said Carlos, raising his eyebrow with a tinge of mischief sparkling in his eye.

"Haha," deadpanned Camilo, crossing his arms. "No, I will do it tonight. I have to. I won't chicken out again."

That time, Carlos said nothing He bit his tongue and swallowed as his heart sank at his brother's words. Though their relationship obviously was not something others would appreciate or see as one ideal for twin brothers, the two boys loved each other deeply, more than they'd outwardly admit; Carlos knew that he should've been happy for Camilo, that there shouldn't be rift on their relationship because of some girl, but that unfortunately was how it was.

Carlos would never admit openly his feelings for Liliana; he knew how much Camilo loved her and how much she meant to Camilo. It was fair to say that he probably caught feelings first out of the two of them.

But that didn't mean that Carlos didn't love just as much, if not more.

Still, could he really betray Camilo like that?

It was then that Carlos caught sight of the vibrant hues of a certain girl's skirt. A skirt that complimented her every movement, from the nod of her head to the kick of her leg, it only made her all the more enchanting.

Of course, that girl was Liliana.

Immediately, Carlos stood up from his slouched position on the wall. His back straightened and his eyes brightened, mimicking his heart that beat faster and faster by the second.

He started to walk towards her but was promptly stopped by Camilo. His brother didn't do anything remotely pushing him back, but the advancement was enough to stop Carlos in his tracks.

He watched as Camilo approached the girl who made his day brighter more than the sun ever could on a rainy day. He watched as Camilo took her hand gentle hand, one he yearned to touch himself but could never bring himself to, in fear that he would stain its innocent purity. He watched as Camilo kissed it, wishing to everything that it could have been him in that position. And he watched as she was whisked away to the dance floor, preparing for a dance he spent countless nights practising and perfecting just for the moment he would spend with her.

He watched as the moments he had played to himself numerous times to soothe him to sleep, the moments he would never admit to anyone that constantly plagued his mind, were all done by his brother.

Just like always, the better twin, got the better outcome.

It wasn't Camilo's fault. Neither was it his. The universe just had to have a favourite, didn't it?

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Part 2?

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