I Am Not A Sore Loser | Dionesca | 117

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For LeenDabaja Enjoy honey! I can't believe it's already 117! I'm glad that I got my inspiration back and stuff. So you know updates will be a little more frequent. Idea from tumblr.

T H I R D  P E R S O N

Francesca walked downstairs to see her boyfriends making out on the couch. It had become a daily routine for them.

Wake up. Eat Breakfast. Shower. Make out.

"Guys, I want to go out," Francesca says, and they break apart.

"Babe, we went out last night," Leon reminds her.

"No, like just to hang out. You know, do something fun," Francesca explains.

"Mini golf!" Diego yells.

"Do we have to? We just went?" Francesca asks pouting.

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please," Diego begs getting up from the couch.

He walks over and picks her up spinning her around. Francesca sighs and eventually nods. Diego fist pumps the air.

"I don't even know how to play," Leon shrugs.

"I'll teach you," Diego winks.

"Oh boy," Francesca groans.

_-_

They walk to the cashier and Diego chokes on the juice he was drinking.

"Diego?" The cashier asks in disbelief. Francesca and Leon suddenly lean in quite intrigued.

"Hi. . ." He trails off and sees her name tag. "Isabella!"

"Who is this?" Leon asks, flashing a grin to the girl.

"I'm Isabella. Diego's ex girlfriend," Isabella introduces herself.

Francesca arches an eyebrow at Diego. He flushes. This wasn't the first time they had bumped into one of Diego's ex girlfriends. They could've go a week without meeting one.

"Well I'm Leon. This is Francesca. And we're dating Diego," Leon holds out his hand.

"Good luck," Isabella smiles fakely.

She gives them three clubs and three balls.

"Nice seeing you Bella!" Diego calls over his shoulder.

"Maybe we should leave the country and Diego will finally be free," Francesca jokes.

"You never know. I've dated and shagged a lot of people," Diego says, biting his lip.

Francesca and Leon shake their head laughing. They chose the third course, as that seemed like the most empty.

"Okay I'll go first," Francesca says.

She wasn't really glad to be here, but for Diego she would do anything for him. She hit the ball, not really caring, and it went through the windmill. Her eyes widened.

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