Summary:

“Baby, there’s nothing I haven’t already told you… except maybe—” He glanced up. “For some reason, Shane has a Russian keyboard on his phone. Last week, when my phone died and I texted you from his, I noticed it. English, French… and Russian.” Oh. Shit. Jackie’s eyes lit up with interest. “A Russian keyboard? ” // Or: yet another fanfic about uncovering the true identity of the mysterious “Lily from Boston”