January 5th, 2014.
“Hey, Hime-Time!”
“I think I’m gonna’ get sick of that name.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing, dearest. How was the rest of your week?”
“Eh. Working at Starbucks sucks; people think they can yell at you for, quote, ‘getting their order wrong,’ when it’s clearly correct. My photography isn’t going so well, either. I dunno’. Life is on a downhill course as of now.”
“Aw, boobear. You have me, though, to brighten your days! Right? Am I right? Huh? Huh? Yes?”
“Yes, Jaime, I have you.”
“Yesss! I was afraid you were gonna’ say no…”
“Now, why would I say no, Himes? I’d never say no unless you asked to rape me.”
“Well this escalated quickly.”
“Kinda’, sorta’, yeah, pretty much.”
“Anyway… About that album. I don’t really pay attention when Vic makes announcements, and I’m too lazy to ask, so I don’t know when it’s being released. All I really pay attention to is when I have to record and/or practice and Vic’s ass. Wait…”
“IT’S REAL! I KNEW IT!”
“NOT IT’S–”
“GOTTA GO, I HAVE TO BLOG THIS!”
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The Calls [Jaime Preciado] [Book 2]
FanfictionTwenty-four year old Lily Jones finally gets to talk to Jaime Preciado, the bassist of Pierce the Veil, over the phone instead of on paper. She gets to learn more about Jaime as she talks to him over the course of a year. Through all of the ups and...