Romans & histoires Justin Jefferson Smile

The night Justin Lane proposed to his first love, I stood on the terrace of the thirty-third floor, holding a report that diagnosed me with late-stage stomach cancer. Through the windows, I watched him kneel and slide the pink diamond ring that had once belonged to me onto another woman's finger. I endured the excruciating pain and stayed out on the terrace beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows so I wouldn't disturb their beautiful moment. Then Justin saw me. There was no panic or guilt in his eyes. There was only disgust. From the other side of the glass, he sneered and pointed toward the edge of the terrace. Then, he mouthed the words to me. "If you want to jump, then jump. Enoug

he inquired, extending the phone in their direction. She nodded, smiling as the camera clicked. They reviewed the photo together, their heads close. “Not bad,” Kendall said, trying to sound impartial. Jason raised an eyebrow. “Not bad? Look at that framing—it’s perfect.” She smirked. “Perfect for someone who doesn’t know how to smile naturally.” He feigned offense. “Excuse me, I’ll have you know my smile is impeccable. You’re just jealous.” “Jealous? Of what?” she shot back, crossing her arms.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

Edward's charming looks even stunned Justin. "Who cares about you? If you were not there in the news every day with that silly smile, we wouldn't bother to see you." Justin was angry because every time he showed up with different women, he saw his mommy's eyes turn red and he knew that his mommy was sad then. "What? Silly smile?" How could his extremely charming smile that can attract countless beauties became a silly smile in this little boy's eyes? Justin ignored his daddy as he playfully threw himself into the soft sofa. After all, he was just a little boy who just wanted to play.

he insisted, which elicited a small smile from me. Justin was like that. No matter how bad it was for you or yourself, he was always there for others. He was also happy when his fellow human beings were doing well. He said, "You see! You smiled a little!”. His mouth twisted into a crooked grin. "You're stupid," I mumbled, but then really smiled.

He roared in anger. Justin is breathing aggressively, his chest rising and falling in too much anger. He just blurted out the anger he's been holding since morning. Ray looked outstand as he tries to process what Justin has said. He shakes his head after a while, a small smile creeping his lips. "So that's why you're like this?" Ray muttered, his grin turning wider. Justin lifted his eye brow in disbelief, seeing the annoying smile on his face. "Are you fucking smiling?" Here he is, feeling all too angry while Ray has the audacity to smile? The hell.

“I’m sorry I didn't know I said 6 a.m. Let me take a look at it.” “Why does everyone keep saying that? Like that's a solution to my almost smashed finger.” “Everyone?” “JJ and now you.” “Who is JJ?” “Just Jeffrey.” she says smiling. What on earth is making her smile? This is the first time I'm seeing her genuinely smiling since she returned. Once upon a time, that smile did many things to me especially when it was as a result of something I did. “Who is Just Jeffrey?” I ask not so happy with the situation.

"Just... get the fuck out." Jefferson chuckled low, unfazed. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from her cheek with a thick finger, the touch electric. "Feisty. I like that. But alright, I'm going. Justin, man, we'll talk later. Hit me up when the coast is clear." He shot her brother a wink, then turned, his ass flexing in those tight jeans as he brushed past her. Justin, now half-dressed, stood awkwardly. "Jefferson, wait—"

I wanted to treasure the ones that made me smile and made me feel happy. “I didn’t know you were bipolar,” Justin said teasingly. “I could swear I saw you looking so sad just moments ago, but now, without even saying anything, you are smiling on your own.” I did not say anything but a weak chuckle slipped off my lips. “See?” Justin exclaimed. “If I didn’t know you well, I might even think you have gone insane. But I know you like the back of my hands, so I will stick to the thought that you are just bipolar, not crazy.”

He still had his back to her and it looked like he was drinking quietly. She tried again. Hey, handsome! Smile, okay? She saw Justin looking down, probably reading her message. Finally, her phone beeped. Her heart skipped a beat as she read his message. Justin: Can’t smile. Some guy ogled my girl. She smiled at those last two words. My girl. She replied: He was not ogling! And besides did you see her ogle back? Justin: No. But I still feel bad. So, she has to make up for it!