The Calls [Jaime Preciado] [Book 2]

January 1st

January 1st, 2014.

“Hello?”

“Lily?”

“Hime-Time! It’s you!”

“Well, yeah, it is! How’d you know?”

“Your voice, moron. I’m a big fan, remember?”

“Oh… Yeah, I guess you have a point. Happy late birthday, Lils. I know it’s late, but not that late, right? I mean, I couldn’t wish you a happy birthday yesterday. I wish I could, but…”

“Jaime, calm your tits. Thank you. It means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“So, how was the tour with Bring Me The Horizon?”

“It was fuckin’ awesome. Busy as hell, though; I don’t like getting up at five o’clock to do shit, but I guess it was worth it.”

“That’s great. I wish I could go on tour.”

“Maybe you could in the future. You know, the photography thing. Adam’s getting annoying. Maybe I could beat him up. It might scare him off.”

“You’re such an evil human being.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

“Well, then, Mr. Meanie–”

“I prefer ‘Dr. Evil’.”

“You’re so weird.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

“Is there anything you’re not?”

“Um… I’m not… Boring?”

“Nice save.”

“Thank you, thank you; thank you very much.”

“Stop being Elvis. That’s also something you’re not.”

“Don’t you mean someone?”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Wait! Happy one-year-best-friend-anniversary, Bluebird.”

“Happy one-year-best-friend-anniversary, Taco.”

“I’ll talk to you later, right?”

“Call me before ten tonight; my time. It should be seven for you. If you’re back in California, that is.”

“I am. I’ll call you then. Don’t fall asleep.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

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