The Letters [Jaime Preciado] [Book 1]

January 30th - Lily

January 30th, 2011.

Dear Jamie,

First, I’m sorry I was kind of late to reply. I was out of town visiting family in New York, and I just got back. The first thing I did today was check my mail. I was so excited to see a letter from you; I squealed and got yelled at by my neighbors in this shitty apartment complex. Oh well, it was worth it.

I must admit, it is a bit creepy. Then again, I’m just a big ball of freak, so it doesn’t matter. I can stalk them all I want. It’s a free country. They’re also my heroes and inspirations, so it takes some of the creep out of it.

Thank you, Jaime. (Being serious calls for using your actual name.) I’ve never been called ‘beautiful’ before. It’s really nice to hear it from you. Yes, I’ll let you know if someone calls me anything but beautiful. We’ll be the Spoon-Stabbing-Pissing-On-Toes-Killers. (If that made sense…) <3

Oh, my God! Your hair! Your dimples and those tattoos! Damn! Your girlfriend is very lucky. She’s got the whole package. Your personality and looks fit perfectly together to make you; Jaime Preciado, bassist of a hardcore band. I did some research and learned that you’re classified as ‘Mexicore.’ I nearly shit myself laughing so fucking hard. Sexicans playing Mexicore music.

Deal.

Aw, Tony! I set a little stuffed turtle with this letter (it’s on a keychain, too) for you to give him. I hope this makes him happy again. Turn that frown upside down, Tony! And, Mike, I hope that kick to your non-existent balls makes your voice really high. (Show him this, Jamie!)

Love, your BFF,

Lils, I guess. -.-