November 24th, 2014.
“Are you still cleaning?”
“Not right this moment, but I just scrubbed the fuck out of my bathroom ten minutes ago. The guys won’t help me, either.”
“How mean!”
“I know! Thing is, they’re really excited to meet you in person, too, but they won’t help clean my place for you.”
“They won’t meet me unless they help.”
“Hey, Vic, Tony, Mike! You heard that, right?”
“[Vic] Hey, Hime, do you need help making your bed?”
“[Tony] Jaime, I’m going to clean your kitchen, okay, bud?”
“[Mike] I’ll go clean the pool out!”
“Hey, it worked. Thanks, Lily.”
“Anytime, Jaime. But I’m serious; if they don’t help until I get there, they won’t see me!”
“Got it. Threatening them makes them work.”
“No. Threatening them with me makes them work.”
“Uh, no.”
“Uh, yes. Get back to work.”
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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...