Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with a new chapter. It was great to write about Justin as a younger lad. And I enjoyed writing James acting very fatherly. This story features a sweet moment between father and son and it was inspired a little bit by Tarzan, as well as other things. I hope you enjoy :3
Ages:
James: 30
Justin: 9
Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs mentioned!
I felt as though I shouldn't have been there. I felt as though I shouldn't have been there at all. It was far too humiliating for the young boy. It was far too personal. But I was there. And that was that. I had been there with his lavender haired father when the phone call happened. He was about to drop me back off at the Ketchum apartment after a costume fitting when he had been called upon. He had to head to the school right away. And because of this, I had to go with him. I normally would've been flattered; even excited. But that time around, I felt as though I didn't need to be witnessing all of that.
"And so we can't tolerate that sort of behaviour in this school, Mr Morgan. We simply cannot." Concluded the head teacher as the three of us stood in a line in her office. Her hair was tied back in a brunette ponytail and, almost for effect; she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. She got ready to let out a nonchalant but firm sigh, but the lavender haired male quickly interjected. He shook his head.
"No, no of course not. I know that. And he does too. I'm very sorry. He's very sorry." James responded to the professional woman in a calm and respectful tone of voice, his hand instinctively going to his son's shoulder. He squeezed it before he pulled the boy closer to him. He looked down at him. "Aren't you, Justin?"
The deep purple haired young boy had been looking at the ground the entire time. That in itself was a huge contrast to his usually out-going and enthusiastic self. When he finally managed to look up at that moment in time and briefly turn his head towards his father, he quickly looked away again. He stayed silent. But he nodded his head. That was yet another strange thing for that young man. He normally didn't shut up.
James knew this about his eldest son – he knew that when he had something important to say or something that he believed in, he usually never hesitated to stop talking. But this wasn't one of those times. That time was a rare telling off. And it was coming from the headmistress no less.
But after the lavender haired male let out a subtle cough and gently touched the back of his son's ankle with the tip of his toes, Justin knew that he had to do something. He had to respond, in any way. He knew that he couldn't talk but he knew that he had to be sincere, or else he'd be in even worse trouble. And if he was in even worse trouble at school, he'd end up in even worse trouble with his parents!
So Justin didn't talk. But he responded. He clenched his little jaw shut and without looking at the woman in charge. And he nodded his head. Thankfully, she was satisfied. The lavender haired male automatically spoke again before she changed her mind.
"We really are sorry again, Ma'am. We won't take up any more of your time. We'll be going now." He told her with a nod of the head and stood up straighter after he wrapped his arm around Justin's shoulders. He turned on his heel to go. The deep purple haired young boy wasn't very quick to follow. He was still looking at the ground. He was still filled with what I believed to be remorse. I had no idea that it was far bigger things whirring around in his young mind. James squeezed his eldest boy's shoulder all over again when he didn't budge. "C'mon, you. Before Jaxon sees us and he begs to come home too."
And with that, Justin suddenly jolted into a reaction and nodded his head at his father, not hesitating to follow after him while I perched on the older male's shoulder. Justin's headmistress had a similar reaction. She seemed to jolt herself. She seemed to blink. She adjusted her glasses once more. James got ready to get out of there as soon as possible and certainly before she fathomed that Justin Morgan and Jaxon Morgan were brothers. He didn't want to be called back for something his other son had done!
We all stepped out of the office and got ready to respectfully shut the door behind us. Thankfully, the brown haired lady recovered from her own train of thought and kept the door open so she could wave us off. She caught Justin taking small glances back towards her and she found herself having a small smile, waving at him.
"I'll see you tomorrow then, Justin. And I look forward to seeing more of your usual behaviour!" she told him and with that, the deep purple haired boy looked back around to face forward again without a moment's hesitation. So James had to be the one to respond to her. He just turned his head back and showed off a polite smile. And then we got out of there for good!
We heard the headmaster's office door shut at last and a great silence followed that. I'm pleased to say that it wasn't an uncomfortable one. In fact, it felt more of a necessary one. While our little trio was quiet, there was humming and buzzing and hustle and bustle all around us. You could hear the activity from in the classrooms and art rooms and sport rooms as we walked down the halls together to sign ourselves out of the reception.
When that was done, we headed out into the car park and there was even more noises to be heard. Bird Pokémon chirping. They seemed to be laughing, glad that they weren't enclosed up in the school! But the children seemed happy enough. Some of them were making a great deal of noise in the sports fields. Justin barely noticed. For once, his head didn't lift up at the sound of the older children playing a football match and he didn't hone in his ears to hear which side was winning. Once again, his head went back to the ground. Needless to say, James noticed. But I was the one to focus on it more while he remained calm for his son and rooted around in his pocket for his car keys.
I had never been to the school before to fetch a child from having a telling off and I certainly hadn't witnessed it with Justin. But it goes without saying that I wasn't excited or enthusiastic about the new experienced. I felt embarrassed for the young boy. And I felt a little worried also. It was so out of character for him. It was simply not himself at all. But I just had to focus on the fact that he showed off a great deal of remorse and was being quiet about it more and more as each moment past. That was what the lavender haired father was doing, it seemed.
"In you get, buddy." James murmured to his son after he unlocked the car and held open the door that was on Justin's usual side and containing his car seat. I noticed that he had begun calling him pet names again. The young boy didn't. He didn't realise that his father had been withholding them in the headmaster's office. Justin just let out a quiet sigh and complied, hopping into his seat. The lavender haired male shut the door once again and reminded him as he moved around to his own seat. "Don't forget your seat belt."
The deep purple haired young boy seemed to make a rather large point about doing this. As James got into the driver's seat and expected me to hop into the passengers, while I climbed through to sit next to Justin instead, the nine year old boy let out another sigh. He clicked his tongue at the same time that his seatbelt clicked into the slot. He really was making a point. That was yet another thing most unlike himself.
I knew that James noticed. But I knew that James was choosing not to react. Verbally, anyway. He showed off a bit of a raise of the eyebrows but he shook it off, focusing on starting the car and getting out of the parking lot instead.
And with Justin receiving no reaction from his dad, he decided to go back to being quiet. He rested his hands in his lap as the car began to move and he rhythmically swung his legs in his child's seat. Just like always, while the lavender haired male pulled out of the car park, he used his other hand to turn the radio on. But unlike always, as soon as a tune came out that they were both familiar with, Justin didn't swing his legs in time to it. Justin didn't hum along to the music. Justin didn't playfully do an air guitar. Justin didn't even nod his head along to it.
The lavender haired male continued driving. He continued driving and trying to focus on driving but more and more, he was beginning to wonder what was up with his son. He knew he had been called down to talk to the headmaster after he had misbehaved and knew that was new for him. He knew that he was being off. But when the well-known tune came on the radio and ended without Justin having even so much as a finger tap on the window, he knew that he was being very, very off. And he couldn't wait for his son in his own time to tell him why.
James looked in the rear view mirror and I thought it was to look at his son but I soon realised it was to check for any cars coming up behind him. There weren't any. Not many parents did the school run after lunch time. After making sure they were alone on the road, the ex-rocketeer used his spare hand to turn the radio down. Once again, he looked in the rear view mirror and that time, it was to check on what was happening with his son. When he saw him picking at his finger nails and looking down at his lap, he spoke to him softly.
"Are you going to tell me what happened, buddy? Are you going to tell me why you did what you did?" James questioned and then he had to focus back on the road and concentrate on his driving. But despite his eyes being in a different place, his heart was in the same one. And that was with his eldest son. He waited for a response. He had to wait quite some time.
I looked sideways and at Justin as he continued picking his nails before simply shrugging. He then looked out of the window, looking at all the green grass fields and vibrant bushes passing him by. He didn't say a word. Somehow, that spoke volumes. James tried again.
"I know that your delightful headmistress told me but I want to hear it from you. I'm not going to get mad. I'm not even going to get cross. I just want to know. And I just want to hear it from you."
Justin raised his eyebrow but he couldn't stop himself from looking away from the window and hesitantly over at the back of his father's head. He let out a sigh. He let out quite the sigh. He kicked his legs. But he answered while shrugging. However, he did go back to looking out the window.
"That boy had it coming." He muttered and his chin jutted out but after a few seconds, even he heard how his own words sounded. He knew that that choice was going to get him into trouble, despite the fact that his father had promised not to get mad. He shook his head at himself and tried again. He looked down at his lap. "He kept pushing me. He kept pushing me and pushing me. What was I supposed to do? Let him keep being nasty to me?"
"You weren't supposed to retaliate like that, Justin." The lavender haired male let out his own sigh and continued focusing on the road but gave his son some rather frequent glances. He was trying to hide it but he was beginning to frown. And it wasn't towards his boy. It was towards the other one. He flicked his hair from his eyes. "You usually are good at being the bigger guy. And I thought that you knew better than to unleash your anger. And I thought you were good at not unleashing your anger… There!"
Upon hearing this, Justin couldn't stop his young and submissive expression from crinkling into one showing a little bit of amusement. He tried to hide it so he had to cover his mouth with his hand while he let out a few giggles. And James tried his hardest not to chuckle back but he couldn't stop himself from smirking a tiny bit.
It wasn't about what they were discussing, I don't think. It felt good to him to see Justin laughing again at least. I felt the same way. The lavender haired male made himself clear his throat and go back to being the firm parent. But he showed that he really was just one of the boys first.
"You know how bad it hurts from Jaxon doing that to you." James reminded Justin and his smirk lasted for a few more seconds before it finally died down. When he came to a traffic light and stalled the car, he took the time to rub his forehead and think about what he wanted to say. The deep purple haired young boy went quiet again. He stopped kicking his legs. "You were wrong for kicking him, Justin. You can't go around doing that."
I had witnessed the young boy's expression going from remorseful to introverted to innocently amused. And then in that moment it went rather surly. He sat further up in his seat and tried to tuck his seatbelt to it was resting off his shoulder. But James spotted and simply cleared his throat and Justin was forced to put it back in the safe way. I kept an eye on it. I kept an eye on him. He remained sitting up and he almost pouted those lips of his.
"But that's not what you told me before!" he exclaimed and I was half glad that he had found his voice once again. But the way he said those words soon made me go back to being worried once more. He never really answered back. He never really pouted in the way that he was. He caught on that he had to lower his voice to be taken seriously when his dad gave him a glance in the rear view mirror. He puffed, his long locks blowing out of his face. He insisted. "You and Mum always told me that if anyone ever hurts me, then I have to take it upon myself to sort them out. You told me not to let me be walked all over. You-"
"Well Dad isn't right all of the time and neither is 'Mum', buddy." The lavender haired male responded to his son and for once he didn't show off yet another smirk at how his boy was choosing to speak. He furrowed his brow even more. He went quiet. Justin did too. But he had words for his son. Rather telling ones, in fact. "Times are changing. We're learning more and more. And to tell you the truth, Daddy needs to learn to forget about hold habits too. Daddy needs to learn to not react with anger. And you do too."
"I wasn't angry." Justin found himself insisting but he didn't really know what else to say. I understood. Even glancing at him in that moment and from the seat to the right of him, I knew that his little brain didn't understand what it meant to feel defensive. He muttered once more. "I wasn't angry. You don't know what they're like. You don't know what happened. You-"
"I'm sure you will tell me what they're like. I'm sure you will tell me what happened. And I will listen." The older male cut his son off but he didn't mean to. The truth was, an important thought had popped into his brain and for a rare occasion, his mouth was moving faster with his mind. He glanced behind at his son apologetically for interrupting him but he breathed out. He pushed his long locks out of his eyes when he came to yet another traffic light. He took the time to really talk to his eldest boy. "But if you listen to just one thing that I have to say in my whole life, can it be this? Just… Just know that no one lays a hand on you, okay? Nobody touches you. Nobody says anything to you. And if they do, I want you to come to me and tell me and I will help you sort it out. Do you know why?"
I noticed that the deep purple haired male was surprisingly so busy on focusing on his father's words and intently listening to them like he had asked, that he didn't realise that the older male was waiting for a response from him until he reached behind him in the car and poked his knee before he had to continue with driving.
Justin's eyes widened and his mouth hung open and then it shut again. He shook his head at himself. He glanced at me. But then he murmured a response. James understood.
"Dad…" was all he replied to him with a nod of the head but the lavender haired male knew exactly what this meant. He nodded his head back. He made sure to glance at him in the rear view mirror all over again despite the fact that the roads were starting to get a little busier. He breathed out, glad that he and his boy were finally on the same page.
"Yes, because I'm Dad. I'm your Dad. And nobody hurts my boy. Nobody hurts my Justin." The ex-rocketeer told his eldest son and he even took the time to reach back and pat his knee all over again while still managing to keep his car in a straight line on the road.
Justin simply nodded his head and leaned back in his car seat but I could tell that he was absorbing his words. It was unusual for him to react with an act of violence in the way that he had but it was also true that both Jessie and James' parenting and advices were ever-evolving. What they had taught him in the earlier years of his life, were not necessarily what they believed in more recently. And that was okay. One day, Justin would be an adult and he would understand that his parents were just people. And they made mistakes too. And sometimes, they made mistakes very similar to his ones.
The car went quiet all over again. The deep purple haired young boy kicked his legs in his car seat and it was with a little more enthusiasm than when he had first made himself comfy. That made me glad. I watched him. And while I watched him and James focused on the road, I watched his face go through even more expressions.
He showed off that he was absorbing his father's words. He showed off that he was considering them. He showed off that he was keeping them in a bank in his brain. And then, all of a sudden like it often happened to children and people too, his face changed rather dramatically. He pursed his lips and looked back out the window. I think he tried to hide that when he caught me glancing his way but he couldn't stop himself from expressing his words.
"Can I cut my hair off?" Justin suddenly asked and because James was approaching yet another set of traffic lights driving towards their home town, he prepared to stall his car. But in error and surprise at his son's sudden words, he accidentally cut the engine off completely. The lavender haired male's eyes widened and then he had to quickly start his car up again while instinctively craning his neck words Justin.
"What? What? Why would you want to do that?" James responded with still wide eyes and Justin just shrugged. He didn't get much out of his boy and then he had to drive his car away all over again. He knew that he had to concentrate on the road but needless to say, his mind was beginning to become far more occupied with his son's previous words. The older male tried to get the younger one to talk, starting to feel worriedly impatient, though he didn't show it for the child to see. "Why would you want to do that?"
"Stupid." The deep purple haired young boy finally responded to his father with one simple word. But unlike the last time, the older male didn't understand with that one, short word. Justin knew he had to elaborate. He looked down at his lap. He frowned. "It looks stupid. Long hair looks stupid. My long hair looks stupid."
"No it does not!" James found himself informing his son adamantly while looking back at him in the mirror but then he gritted his teeth mildly, knowing it wasn't the time to disagree with him. It was only the time to figure out why he was suddenly feeling that way. It didn't take a genius to understand and so James had a pretty clear idea. His protective and fatherly expression decorated the car mirror. "This kid said it did, didn't he?"
And much more like his normal self, Justin didn't hesitate to respond. But he still didn't look up.
"Yeah and he's right!" the long haired young boy continued looking down at his lap for a few more moments and then he looked insistently at the back of his father's head. He didn't know why he felt a hot sensation growing in the pit of his stomach. He frowned all the more. "I'm not like the other kids at school, am I?" Justin asked. James found himself not hesitating to respond either.
"Yeah, and thank goodness for that." The lavender haired male mumbled back but then he told himself to suck back everything that he was telling. He tried to pull back all of his protectiveness and hurt and disappointment for his son. He did exactly that. And he looked empathetically in the car mirror while Justin resumed talking. His bottom lip was sticking out a little bit.
"I'm not like the other kids at school. No other boy plays football AND does theatre. No other boy likes the music I like. No other boy likes talking to the teachers. No other boy acts like me. And no other boy looks like me either. I'm weird."
And upon hearing this, the lavender haired male didn't have any idea of what to say. He didn't have any idea of what to say at all. So he didn't say anything. His expression said it all when he silently clenched his jaw while driving and furrowed his brow. I looked over at Justin and felt all of what the green orbed male was thinking.
But before I could really think about what I was thinking and make sense of it all, Justin spoke once again. He spoke a second time when he didn't understand why his dad wasn't responding. He looked right at him in the mirror. He didn't mean for it to come out as bitterly. But it certainly sounded that way.
"Why did you have to make me this way? You and Mum? You always say it's good to be different but is it really? It's certainly not that way at school. I think you're lying to me." Justin muttered and he looked down at his lap. Like James had said before, thank goodness for it. Thank goodness that Justin looked away. He didn't have to see the way that James' throat choked with a lump and his eyes fill with tears of sadness for his son. But sad didn't even begin to describe it. It was far more than just that. There was no word quite enough to sum it all up. He felt crushed. And that wasn't even the beginning of it.
Justin didn't understand why his father wasn't responding but he was forced to look up and his eyes widened when James suddenly took a U-turn and drove the car down a side road and parked it up on the side of the road. The humming of the vehicle stopped and left an eerie silence. Justin could hear his own heartbeat in his head. I near enough felt the same way. His young mind didn't understand. His young mind didn't know. His eyes widened and he worried with all of his heart that his father was angry at him. James knew that he was certain to feel this way and responded to him as quickly as he could.
After stopping the car and taking the time to push his hair from his eyes and run his finger sadly over his lips, he composed himself. He couldn't look directly at his beloved boy. So instead, he looked at him in the rear view mirror like he had been doing the entire time.
"I am many things, Justin, but I am not a liar." He told him lowly and almost breathlessly and straight away, the deep purple haired male nodded his head with some speed. He was extremely glad to get a little bit of a response from him. Even more words came. "You're so young. You have no idea. But you will one day. Do you really think that any of the musicians that we like would have been able to make any of their songs without being different? If they had been like everyone else, do you think we would have known who they are?"
Justin was still a bit too young to figure out his own answer. But after I didn't hesitate to shake my head, as if James was asking me those questions, the deep purple haired young boy and copied me. But because he was a little uncertain, James continued. He tried not to let any emotions get the better of him. He tried not to let any tears fill his eyes.
"If you think I have no idea how you feel then you are far from wrong, my boy. I have been through everything. I have been told everything. I have heard it all. I've been called a girl. I've been called a sissy. I've been called words I wouldn't dream of saying in front of you ever and especially not right now. But what hurts the most is that you want to fit in. Why would you want that? Why fit in when you were born to stand out? If you want that hair gone then I will gladly see you cut it. But it has to be because you want it, not because other people have changed that brilliant and stubborn mind of yours."
And at that moment in time, the young deep haired male saw the vulnerability in his father that he knew to be there. He saw the sensitivity. And unlike how he felt for it in himself, he respected it. It made him swallow. It made him sad. It made him sad when he saw James look down at his lap and not know what else to say. But the lavender haired male must've heard his son swallow as well as me. Because he forced himself to look back up. He forced himself to be brave. And he knew he had to turn around in the car and look right at his son. And as he did that, he patted his lap. And he uttered two simple words.
"Come here…" James encouraged Justin and needless to say, the young boy didn't hesitate to almost clumsily take off his seatbelt and clamber out of his child's seat and onto his father's lap. He reached for his hand and held onto it. Straight away, he rested his cheek against his. He was just glad that his dad wasn't mad at him. But he still didn't like that he was sad of any kind. He stayed close to him. James couldn't help but ask him. "So you really think you're weird, huh…? You really think you look weird?"
I felt as though this was almost the wrong question to be asking a child. I worried that it would make him feel even worse. But I also understood that even if it was the wrong thing to be doing or saying, then it was James' mistake to make. And it was James' mistake to learn from. But instead I watched as Justin almost seemed validated by his father's question and he nodded his head.
"Uh huh." He told him and he remained on his lap but he scrambled to pull down the mirror that was directly in front of his father's driver seat. He slid the guard across. He looked right in the mirror. And he looked right at himself. He didn't necessarily wince. He just believed that what he saw was different to how everybody else looked. He scrunched up his nose. "Look at me."
And as James looked at his son, he wasn't looking at the reflection of him. He was looking right at him. What had been a look of sadness and oncoming pain before was still there but on the surface was more of a look of sincerity. And the more he focused on his boy, the more it was overcome with pure love.
"I am looking at you, Justin…" the lavender haired male mumbled to him and after the nine year old boy nodded his head as if to say 'you see what I mean' before he gestured to his face, James cupped his face with his hands and made him look at him instead of his reflection. But then he let him look at it once again. And he joined him. Together, the both of them started looking at their reflections. First of all, James pointed to one of his eyes and one of his son's. "I'm looking at you and you know what I see? Eyes like mine. They're a little different and they're not the same colour but they've seen a lot of the same things."
The deep purple haired young boy pretending to wince when his father pretended to poke him. But he didn't laugh. He didn't smirk. He knew more was coming. It was.
The older of the two moved his fingers to lightly pinch one of his own ears and one of Justin's. And then he poked the end of his son's nose and the end of his own nose too.
"You've got ears much like mine as well. And they're used to listen to all of our music and Jaxon's yelling too. And then there's our noses. There's some likeness there. And it's used to smell all of Jayden's paints and your Mom's cooking too when she stinks the whole house up."
Justin then laughed out loud. I did too. But the nine year old boy laughed even more when his father pulled him closer to his lap and moved onto one of the most important parts. James ran his fingers through his own long locks before pushing them onto such one of his shoulders. He didn't need to do it for Justin. Justin started to copy his father and do the exact same thing. The older of the two male's spoke.
"And our hair is the most similar of all. It is not girly. It is just hair. But it's our hair and we like to have it this way. It's not the same colour and it's not the same length. But it's still the same because we are the same." James told his son and he listened. The deep purple haired listened and he scrunched up his nose as he did so. He thought to himself. But he didn't think too hard because he knew even more important things were coming. And he was right. Last of all, the lavender haired male took hold of his son's hands and kissed them before placing them on his chest, over his heart. And then James did the same to him, feeling the gentle thumping of it. His eyes glistened as they listened. "But most important of all, these are our hearts. Our hearts are the same. And you came from my heart, boy. I couldn't live without my heart. And I certainly couldn't live without you being exactly who you want to be – whenever you want to be – regardless of how anybody else thinks about it."
There were quite a few words there that were too grown up for Justin to understand but he understood the sentiment of it. And when he looked up at his father's face and into his eyes, he understood them all the more clearly. He didn't smile but he breathed out and collapsed forward and hugged onto his dad, his ear pressing against his chest so he could hear the heart that beat just for him.
The lavender haired male breathed out too and he held him close, not stopping himself from running his fingers through his son's deep purple locks. He shut his eyes briefly and enjoyed his embrace. He enjoyed the feeling of his son. He loved him so much. No matter what he felt. No matter who he would become. He was perfect in his eyes. Because even though he saw with his eyes and saw beauty, he saw far more than what was presented to him. He saw the beauty and uniqueness that lay within.
And after that moment, I finally was glad for joining them and being a part of what started out with Justin's humiliation but ended with Justin's validation. I was so happy to see it. I was so happy to see it that I was visibly smiling. But neither of them saw that. Both of them were too busy seeing only each other. And that was okay.
After their embrace, they pulled away from each other and James cupped his son's face all over again. Despite the fact that he had asked him to listen to just one piece of advice from him, the lavender haired male hoped that he would listen to all of it that day. And he hoped that he would absorb this last little bit too.
He reached out to his son and brushed his hair out of his eyes, looking right at him. After kissing his forehead, he let the nine year old boy do the same to his hair and do the same to his forehead too. His mouth smiled at him. But his eyes smiled most of all.
"You look at me and you accept all of this. In fact, I think you even like it a little bit. So you must feel the same way about yourself. Not because you came from me. Not because you look like me. But because you are you, just like I am me. And believe me; you are so much cooler being all you!" James told his son and after the deep purple haired young boy managed to escape from being smothered with kisses from his father, gasping, Justin suddenly showed off a smile. He suddenly showed off a dimple-laced smile that was decorated in mischief, wit, sweetness and kindness – everything that made him exactly him.
And he reached over onto his father's dashboard and reached for the beige fedora of his that he had left there from a few days ago. Justin found himself reaching forward and taking it, plonking it on his head and looking over at his dad. And he tilted his head, scrunching his nose up and grinning.
"And I would have to agree!" Justin said cheekily and after he pretended to wink over at his father, the fedora fell down over his nose and shielded his face. James didn't hesitate to lift it up for him so he could see the face that he loved so much and he just laughed. He just laughed and laughed.
It bought him joy to see his son being himself all over again. And what he didn't know was that the image he saw before him was going to be a big part of his boy in the not so distant future.
But for the time being and in fact for the rest of time, it didn't really matter what James saw when he looked at Justin. It didn't matter if he saw long hair. It didn't matter if he saw short hair. It didn't matter if he saw a fedora. It didn't matter if he saw no fedora. It didn't even matter if he saw a guitar. And it didn't even matter what he saw at all.
What was important was what he felt. And what he felt for his son was pure and unconditional love which would never cease. And beautifully for him, Justin felt the exact same way. They were truly best friends. They were peas in a pod. They were wonderfully different. They were wonderfully the same. They were Justin and James. And I so enjoy sharing these stories about them with you.
The End.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 I think this chapter really captures who both James and Justin are. James is a father who, even though he makes his own mistakes isn't always as certain of himself as he appears to his children, he guides them with patience and acceptance. He's lived through a life with people having a problem with his "femininity" so will be the first person who help other people navigate their way through that judgement as well. And as for Justin, he is incredibly stubborn and certain of what he believes in and what he likes, but after even lighthearted comments from other people, he does start to overthink a little bit. And that is one of the traits he carries with him even when he's older. But eventually, he does learn to have confidence in exactly who he is. It's funny because Justin is confident. But he takes after his mother in that that self-assurance is sometimes a guard :3 Thanks again for reading and I will be back again next Wednesday with another chapter so see you then!
AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3