The Calls [Jaime Preciado] [Book 2]

April 17th

April 17th, 2014.

“Hey, Jaime, how’s the pregnancy treating you?”

“Oh, shut up. I might have been a little drunk the last time we talked.”

“No, really? I was clueless.”

“Sarcastic bitch…”

“Excuse you?”

“I said… sweet bird.”

“Because that totally makes sense.”

“Of course!”

“Anyway… Are you guys going to Warped?”

“No, I don’t think so. The album and stuff is taking up a lot of time, and then we’ll probably be having a promoting tour for the album, so.”

“Oh, I see. That’s disappointing.”

“Hmm?”

“Well, I’m going to Warped, but now it’s a waste of money because you’re not there.”

“Awww. Don’t make me feel guilty.”

“Maybe next year… Oh well.”

“I’ll make it up to you!”

“By doing what, exactly?”

“I could visit early.”

“No.”

“Why not? Is it because you don’t want to see me?”

“No! That’s not it. It’s just… a lot of chaos is going on here right now, and I don’t think it’s the best of ideas to get you involved.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Don’t worry about it. I can handle it with Toni.”

“Lily, if something’s really wrong, you can tell me.”

“And if there was something I couldn’t handle, I’d tell you, but this is something I can handle.”

“Are you sure…”

“I’m one-hundred-percent positive on this.”

“Alright. You call me tomorrow or the next day, just so I know you’re okay.”

“You worry too much.”

“I think I worry too little. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“How adorable.”

“It’s true. If something were to happen, I’d blame myself.”

“No, you shouldn’t.”

“But I would.”

“I love you, Taco.”

“I love you, too, Bluebird. If only you knew how much.”

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