November 4th, 2014.
“Hey, Lils!”
“Hi, Jaime.”
“What’s up, my Bluebird? Build any nests recently?”
“Ha, ha, very funny. What’s up, my Taco? Hopped over any borders recently?”
“Ouch. Bringing out the racist jokes, are we?”
“I sure am. That’s what you get for being Mexican.”
“I take pride in it, and you should know that more than anyone.”
“Pssh, whatever.”
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
“Jaime…”
“What? I’m not allowed to come for your birthday. He didn’t put limits on other holidays.”
“He sort of did when he said don’t have that boy over here, ever.”
“He said that?”
“Yep…”
“Too fucking bad.”
“Jaime!”
“What?!”
“You can’t come on any holiday.”
“How about tomorrow? Tomorrow is Tuesday. It’s not a holiday.”
“Stop being a smartass!”
“I’m sorry! It’s a habit.”
“I can tell. Look, I’ll call you soon. I’m… going to ask my brother if you could come on my birthday. I’m only asking one more time.”
“Yes! Thank you, thank you!”
“If it doesn’t work…”
“Don’t think negatively. You’re going to jinx it. Go, go, shoo, shoo!”
“Okay, okay! Cya’, Hime-Time.”
“Until next time, Lils.”
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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...