Chapter 4 [Justin's POV] Jazmyn screeched with laughter whenever I turned to her. Her petite teeth glistened and her thin brown hair curled at the ends by her chin. The amount of baby fat that rested under her jaw jiggled lightly when she giggled. I watched her turn around and find interest in the door. Her eyes burned intently as she rushed her way to the hook that held her coat. I immediately knew what she wanted. "Jazzy, I don't really want to go on a walk right now." "Pwease, Justwin!" She begged, her eyes mocking a puppy's. "Jazzy, I re-" "JUSTWIN!" She yelled, her voice reaching the peak of high-pitched. "Okay, okay!" I slowly got up from my comfortable spot on the couch, making my way into the kitchen. "Hey Dad, I'm taking Jazzy on a walk." My dad stood beside the island in our kitchen, chopping up tomatoes and basil. His defined chin was rested, his eyes never strayed from the food and his knife, and his hair was rustled, bits and pieces of it wrangling out in strange positions. "Okay Justin. Be back soon though, the food is almost done and if Jaxon wakes up before your back, he's not going to be happy to know Jazmyn got special attention while you were gone." "Aight, see ya." I padded my way back to Jazmyn, watching her struggle to shove her coat on. "Need help?" She nodded pitifully, as if someone had just died. I laughed to myself silently. Bending my knees and aligning myself to match Jazzy's height, I squeezed her arm into its correct sleeve. Once her jacket ...
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