Theo James Looks Like James Franco Novelas e Histórias

“That guy… he’s not the pizza delivery man, is he?” “Hey, Theo, big guy, how’s it going?” James called out, loud and forced, putting on a warm tone that sounded fake and repulsive. “It’s Uncle James! Wow, you’ve gotten so big… My mom’s always asking about you; she misses seeing you running around and playing in her garden!” My stomach twisted instantly. His fake smile disgusted me. The way he pretended familiarity made me nauseous. I saw Theo react the way any child would: with innocence.

“Leo, this is Mr. Miller. He was mommy’s friend a long time ago.” “Just James, please,” he said, crouching down to Leo’s level. “Nice to meet you, Leo. I like your dinosaur backpack.” Leo, disarmed by the attention to his favorite thing, gave a small smile. “It has a T-Rex.” “The best kind,”James said solemnly, standing back up. His gaze returned to me, still amazed. “You look… you look exactly the same, Maya.” I let out a short laugh, self-consciously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I felt anything but the same. “I doubt that. But you look great, James. What are you doing here?”

I tell them that I’ll check with Shaunice but Jameson says, “Nah, he can chill with me for the day and watch Paradox practice.” “You sure?” “Yeah, of course, I love hanging out with him," He tells me with a smile. "Aw, look at that, Uncle Jameson coming through," Nate teases him. "You're just jealous he likes me better," Jameson replies, sticking his tongue out. “It's true, he really does,” I say to Nate. It's not a lie, Theo asks about Jameson all the time.

look—perfect, he thought. James was tall and thin, with a slight tan, an angular jawline, and eyes that were a startlingly bright bluish-gray. Studying the image before him, his mind wandered, and once again he found himself wondering which of his features belonged to his mother and which to his father. He had never seen a picture of either, so he could only guess. Because his father had chosen not to be around, James hoped that the best of him came from his mother.

Their outfits shows that clearly. “I see you boys are revealing the big guns today.” I say and Carlos flexes his biceps, causing me to laugh. Robert gives him a look and he lifts his hand in surrender as if to say “I’m sorry, man.” James finally joins us and he looks different. Normally he looks emotionless and very formal, as if he is on a reality tv. But he looks normal today. He is wearing men shorts, and that is a first for me. It’s the first time for me to see James wear shorts. He always wear something long.

“I have news for you.” Like I said until he opened his mouth. No one—I repeat, no one—has ever greeted my brother with a ‘yo’. Marco eyed him head-to-toe, slowly taking in his five-foot-four structure. From his head full of afro curls to his neon sneakers, this kiddo, James, was a delight. Of all the time I had spent with him, there wasn’t a dull moment that I could recall. James was crazy about three things—Xbox, Computers, and Selena Gomez.

Despite every survival instinct telling me not to meet up with men I didn’t know personally, I did it anyway. I met James at the movie theater. He as a Warrior, he didn’t have rank, and he was from one of the surrounding packs. He was proud of where he came from and liked what he did. He didn’t want more or less. He was working a job nearby for a short assignment. He wasn’t expecting to be here long. My hands were sweaty and icy as I walked through the theater doors. I saw him instantly. He stood out like a sore thumb. He was glorious, really. Tall, blonde, blue eyes with broad dependable shoulders.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow," he said and I should up straight. "What why?" "I've overstayed my welcome, I don't want to stress you guys out even more with my health, so I'll be going back home," he said. And that brings us back to today, Theo and I stood in front of Tyrese as he had just finished making breakfast. "It's pretty good," Jameson said as he took a sip of his juice. His voice was starting to break and it was kind of interesting to watch him slowly turn into a man, would I even ever be able to see him like that?

"They seemed to have misunderstood." Felix replied with a polite smile. "They mistook me for Miss North's attorney and assumed I was a recent graduate." Theo's sharp eyes flicked at Felix. "Your face… you do look young." Felix smiled wryly, shrugging. "I can't help it." By now, James had pieced together what was happening. However, his arrogance, nurtured by years of Noah's support in California, kept him unfazed. He glanced at Theo with thinly veiled disdain.

Therefore, the most suitable person to represent is a famous actor or singer. Franky James smiled wryly. “Do you think I can find those people?” Franky James normally lives a very modest life. He rarely shows his face because the reputation of the James family will make Franky's life full of pressure. Frank's uncle is Ian James, she is Vanessa James, so he can't be too bad.