The Calls [Jaime Preciado] [Book 2]

March 29th

March 29th, 2014.

“Lily!”

“Jaime! I missed your Mexican voice!”

“Is it sex to your ears?”

“It sure as hell is.”

“Mm, that’s what I like to hear.”

“Are you–?”

“What? N-No! Of course not! I was just, uh…”

“Sure. Stop touching yourself.”

“Pssh… I wasn’t…”

“Yeah. Okay. And I don’t like food.”

“Don’t be a bitch.”

“Too late.”

“You’re impossible. Anyway, how’s the wedding shit going? Are you mentally insane yet? If so, take a video of you throwing a tantrum and send it to me. I wanna see.”

“You’re so rude! I’m not mentally insane from this. This is nothing. My cousin–the bride–is, though. I have to constantly get her to calm the fuck down. God, that alone might make me go a little crazy soon.”

“I could fly out and we could take turns.”

“I took that way wrong.”

“Lily!”

“That’s what you get for talking so sexually around me! I’ve developed a dirty mind because of you and Vic. Mike, too. Wait–I haven’t talked to Tony yet, have I?”

“And you won’t, because I’m a little protective asshole who won’t let you.”

“Jaime…!”

“No whining. I hate that.”

“Stop mimicking me.”

“I’m not mimicking you, what?”

“Sure. [Scoff.] Whatever. How’s recording going?”

“It fucking sucks, man. It’s so boring! I mean, I love the band and my music and all, but we’re in the studio almost twelve hours a day, and we always eat fast food. It’s safe to say I’ve gained five pounds by talking about that.”

“You poor, fat Mexican delicacy.”

“Shut up! It’s not funny!”

“It really is, actually.”

“Whatever. You’re not special like me; I’m a Taco, a delicacy. You’re… a bird.”

“Birds are cool.”

“But they’re not the most prized dish in all of Mexican culture!”

“Mhm. Sure. You’re too weird for words to describe, Hime.”

“My mom says that to me all the time…”

“[Crazed sounding laughter.] I-I l-love your m-mom!”

“Lily, are you breathing…?”

“I-I… [A deep breath intake.] …am now…”

“My mom also acts like I’m not her son when we’re out shopping. The guys disown me, too…”

“I’d never disown you, baby.”

“Did you just call me–?”

“Gotta’ go dress shopping! Talk to you later, Jaime dearest!”

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