Sweets Don't Convince Me

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Jo and I entered the white building. I had recalled Francisco's favorite flavor ice cream was cookie dough and strawberry. There were two women cleaning the metal bowls.

"Welcome to Auntie's Ice Cream. What can I get you both?" The women ask containing her laughter after talking with the other women.

"One scoop strawberry and the other cookie dough, two scoop." I answer. She nods before scooping out the ice cream putting it into the paper cups

"Three dollars and fifty six cents." The woman says. I reached into my wallet. But I see Jo placing the money on the counter. I grabbed the ice cream as we left.

***

I decided to go to my bedroom and check up on something. I walked down the stairs. My bedroom door was opened. I noticed a silhouette of someone on the white wall.

It was Francisco. He set my phone onto the charger. I haven't seen my phone in a while, to the point I forgotten my lock screen. I hurried walking over to him.

"I am really sorry about earlier. I was being such a drama queen. But I got you ice cream." I say holding the ice cream in his face.

"Thanks, but I don't want this." Francisco replies putting the ice cream on the dark oak table.

"What do you want then?" I ask, in a soft voice. He stands up and gets in my personal space. "If you want me to accept your apology then I will. I know it's killing you in-" Francisco cuts me off.

"I don't want you to accept my apology because someone pressured you to." Francisco replies grabbing the cup of ice cream. He walked away from me.

Either I felt how Francisco felt when I walked off. I sat down on bed. Taking my white heels off. I put my head in my hands.

"You okay Sage?" The voice was familiar in my head. It wasn't Francisco or Jo or anyone that was in the estate.

Turning my head to someone who I didn't want to see in a million years. Tristan. I started to panic and back away from Tristan. Trying to find a weapon or something to defend myself.

"There maybe something that's not right and I want to explain it to you ." Tristan says taking a seat on my bed. I noticed that his duffle bag was set next to the tv stand.

"What is it?" I ask impatiently.

"Those text messages weren't from me. I can explain everything. They may seem like excuses but it's all true." Tristan answers.

"Fine, I'll hear you out. Just because today has been a long day. It was all sweet till the end." I reply sadly.

Tristan
three months ago

I spotted Halle walking in looking around for most likely Sage. That's when I noticed she wasn't here. Which she is usually on time to parties.

"Have you seen Sage?" Halle says walking over to me. I shook my head. "I went over to her grandma's house and she said said she was heading to the party."

"Well, I'm gonna go look for her. Stay here just in case she shows up." Halle demanded. I nodded. She hurries away.

"Where's Sage. This is her chance for the party she's always wanted." Ada comes with up with Josie at her side.

"Halle is trying to deal with it. If she doesn't show up by the end of tonight. We will contact the police." I reply. Ada nods as they walk away.

"Aw, everyone is so worried about Sage. She's probably lost somewhere. This neighbor hood is pretty big." Anna says without even a tone of concern.

"This is serious. Sage could be missing. Someone could have possibly kidnapped her. She's obviously attempted to walk here alone." I reply with every sense of concern.

***

I ran my hand over my face trying to not have a hangover. I see my phone sitting onto of my speaker box. I reached over picking up my phone. I realized that I was shirtless.

I don't remember going to sleep without a shirt on. I looked to my right. Anna was looking peacefully sleeping. No, no, no. I got out of my bed unlocking my phone.

I saw that it was opened on Sage's text message. 'Kill yourself, you don't deserve to live.' The message has already been delivered. I tried to text her back, when my shuts off. It's dead.

"Fuck!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Tristan! What your language!" I hear my mother call from down stairs in the kitchen.

Sage

I looked at him. I knew he wasn't lying. Also he seemed serious. I smiled at him. Before taking a seat besides him on my bed.

"Anyways who was that guy in your room just a couple minutes ago?" Tristan ask.

"Oh, Francisco. He's my acquaintance. Well I am probably one to him, too." I answer in a sad voice.

"Well, he didn't seem too happy." Tristan replies. That was my fault.

"It's because we are having a bit of a rough relationship. I'm actually not an acquaintance to him. We know each other. Well. But things haven't been doing so well between us." I say.

Francisco

I couldn't eat the ice cream. I was acting like a teenage girl who eats their problems away. I threw my cup of ice cream into the garbage.

I walk up the stairs. Turning my bedroom door open. My phone settle down on the table. I pick it up while taking off my Apple Watch.

My phone all of the sudden vibrated. I pick it up, finding a text from Isabeli. Is Sage doing okay?

***
This chapter is a bit confusing, because I needed to find a way for Tristan to be introduced. Since I didn't have an idea, here's the best way.

Also Francisco is not happy with Sage since he thinks maybe Martinez/Tom/Rafael/Jo/Halle pressured her to apologize to him. Which he wants her to do from her own heart.

In one of the drafts. I was going to have Francisco kiss Sage. But it is too soon for time to kiss each other. Especially since Tristan is being introduced into the story.

There are more characters coming soon to this romantic story. But who's team are you on. #TeamFrancisco or #TeamTristian?

After a couple chapters. It will be hard to decide who you like more. But for me it will always be #TeamFrancisco. He's got the most caring heart out of all the character (excluding Sage) and you will find out soon! Also because he's been there for Sage when she's needed him most.

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