If They Don't Love You Back (COMPLETED✔️)

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May 20, Monday evening

Francisco's POV

Arriving to Pace's house, we get out of the car and he holds the remote over his head to lock the car. We walk up the three small steps to his porch and he opens the door, instantly blowing smoke of food in our faces.

I don't mind, I love his mother's cooking and by the way he says, "mmm, mmm, mmm," as we walk in, I know he does too.

"Something smells delicious," he announces as he walks towards his mother in the kitchen and kisses her cheek.

"Gracias mijo," she smiles, then turns her attention to me, "Franky! My sweetheart, cómo está, eh?" We walk towards each other and she hugs me tightly, standing on her tippy toes to kiss my cheek.

"I don't know what that means, but I've missed you," I smile down at her.

"I miss you too, my Franky," she chuckles before returning to the kitchen.

"Ma, is the medianoche ready?" Pace asks, as he takes a seat at the table. I join him, and sit next to him.

"Yes, how many do you want?" She asks.

"Three," he says as he grabs a red cup from the center of the table.

"What about you, Franky?"

"Can I also get three, por favor?" I smile at her.

"Well, at least you know that," Pace's little brother, Santiago says from the far end of the table as he holds a fork in one hand and a knife in the other.

"I know other stuff," I tell him.

"Like what?" He lifts an eyebrow before filling his mouth with rice.

"I can say beso, which means kiss, baño means bathroom, madre is mother, padre is father, and pito means dick," I smirk, as his mouth falls open and Pace laughs loudly next to me.

"Francisco!" Pace's madre scolds me as she shakes her head.

"How do you say sorry in Spanish?" I whisper to Pace.

"Lo siento," he says.

"Lo siento," I repeat as I fake pout.

"Eat your food and no more foul language," she says as she places a plate in front of me and another in front of Pace, filled with sandwiches.

"I'll teach you all the bad words," Pace smiles after his mom disappears into the kitchen again.

"Okay," I laugh as I take a bite of the food.

Quade's POV

Tiffany and Zoey have been talking the entire time on this double date, that I still haven't found out anything serious about her. I don't care what her favorite color is or what hand she writes with, I want to know what her insecurities are and what she does for fun when she's bored.

"Your girlfriend is literally superseding me," Lucas sighs from beside me.

"I understand the word but I'm not sure it fits perfectly with this situation," I shake my head.

"I dissent, but alright," he says, grabbing a fry and popping it into his mouth.

"Can we create a distinction, please?" I whisper to Lucas while the girls continue their conversation, as if we aren't sitting two inches away from them. Lucas nods and stares at Zoey until she looks at him.

"Hi," she smiles at him.

"Hi, can you accompany me to the car to get my jacket?" He asks her, as he reaches his hand across the table and grabs her hand gently.