January 20th, 2014.
“Hey, Lils! You called me this time!”
“I might’ve missed you… just a little. Not a lot. Pssh.”
“Aw, that’s so cute.”
“So is your–”
“Hime, move to a different room. Dear God. If I hear Vic butt in one more time, I swear…”
“You swear a lot. [Footsteps and shutting of a door in the background.] Alright, darlin’, I’m alone in my room. Talk dirty to me.”
“Jaime Alberto Preciado!”
“What?! A boy has needs! Don’t act like you don’t want me to talk dirty to you, too.”
“Well…”
“See! I told you!”
“I never admitted anything.”
“You basically did, Bluebird.”
“Did not.”
“Did too!”
“Not.”
“Too!”
“Shut up.”
“Feisty.”
“Shut up!”
“Kinky. I like it. Keep talking.”
“Get rid of–”
“My pants? I’m already well past that stage.”
“Get Vic to touch you.”
“Vic! Come up here and–”
“Bye, Hime.”
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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...