Falling Into Place (Jaime Preciado) (*PTV* Fanfic 1)

61. "Get. Out."

WHAT IS LIFE? You guys slay... just full on Slay...

So yeah. You guys are rad im just like an awkward narwhal. #justsayin.

ANYWAYS... shameless plug.. --> I'm decided to try my hand a One-Shots or Imagine thingies... i have 2 up so like.. go comment on them if you think i should continue  (also requests are open just bc yeah.)

annnndddd.... now my boringness is done... 

Back to our original featured worded chapter:

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-4 days later-

*LANEY*

“BAAABBBEEE” Jaime called from the kitchen. “BABE.” I heard again.

“what!” I yelled back, pushing myself off of the bed where I was comfortably on my laptop and got on one of his sweatshirts, sliding down the banister skillfully and walked into the kitchen

“get dressed, Vic wants us to go to his place for an early thanksgiving dinner.” Jaime smiled as he set down his plate of cinnamon toast on the counter. I smiled and kissed his cheek distracting him as I reached around and stole a piece of toast from his plate. “Kay,” I giggled and headed back up to my laptop to look at any new emails one last time. I was just about to close down the computer when I saw one from Epitaph pop up.

Laney-

Sorry about bothering you in your two week off-period.. but we really need to have you back in the office in London by Monday morning to discuss some things with you about your future here at Epitaph as well as a few key meetings that have yet to be scheduled. It would be greatly appreciated.

Sorry again,

-Charlie

What in the actual hell Charles?! I had 4 days until it was monday... so that meant 3 days, including today, to be here with Jaime and the guys... and I don't even know how long I will be gone for.. damn it.

I looked at the email again, cursing Charlie for this, I guess out loud because Jaime swing in the doorway looking at me curiously “who's Charlie and why is he a raving rabid asshole?” he asked leaning on the doorway with his toast, reaching over to his closet and pulled out a sweatshirt. I closed my laptop and shoved it under the bed. “no one, its alright.” I said quickly and got up as I shoved a hand though my wavy mess of hair (it decided it wanted to go all 'Lorde' on me since being back in California Weather), changing into my black skinny jeans and my favorite tank top, the pheasant one Tony had made last warped tour for me with my drawing on it.

I smiled at my appearance, deciding to go with just mascara and a little cover up on the nice mark Jaime gave me 2 nights ago during a very very heated make-out session that refused to go away on my neck.