The Letters [Jaime Preciado] [Book 1]

October 17th - Lily

October 17th, 2011.

Dear Taco,

Seriously?! That’s so cool! I didn’t know that was possible. I feel like we’re in the future with really fucking advanced technology and shit. Just make sure to actually go on the date, otherwise he could get mad and cut off the whole thing. That would suck. No kissing; only on the cheek if anything. You can’t cheat on Vic, boo. (Oh, and Jess.)

I don’t write fan fiction, I swear! You don’t have any proof that I do (if I did, which I do not) anyway. Besides, I wouldn’t write about you. I’d probably write about Alan, Alex (Gaskarth) or Vic; them sexy motherfuckers… Don’t you dare tell any of them, especially Vic, I said that!

Did you just call me a ‘sick bitch’? How fucking rude! Humph! I should give you the silent treatment for that, you dirty little whore. T.M.I., dude; I didn’t need to know that. You’re never in the loop and you know it. You act like a child, therefore you are a child, my dear Jamie. <3

Really? That’s… surprising, to say the least. I thought Jess was the most important person in the world to you, not some stupid pen pal (best friend). You’ve never met me before, either! You don’t think that’s a bit… crazy? I mean, I’m perfectly okay with the fact that I’m your best friend (and the most important person in your life), but still…

I laughed out loud at that. Again, multiple people in this shitty library glared/stared at me or gave me weird looks. Do they really think I care? How about nope! No fucks given! That’s too fucking hilarious not to laugh out loud at. Seriously. You guys are the funniest people I’ve ever seen/heard about/talked to. God, my stomach hurts!

YOU’RE THE MEANEST-EST!

Love, the girl who is totally not blushing right now,

Bluebird.