―❝ Do you see what I see? You and me, it's like a movie scene. That's the way you know it should be. The two of us together.❞
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―❝ violet sullivan has been a next door neighbor to the fullers for her whole life being best friends with jackson fulle...
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(violet's outfit for this chapter)
After Violet got ready for the day she went over to her next door neighbor. She was currently in the kitchen with Stephanie, trying to get Tommy to eat.
"Can somebody get the door? Vivi and I are trying to feed Tommy!" Stephanie calls out when the doorbell rang. She glances back at Tommy with confusion. "Do you like these carrots or not? Just give me a sign. A hint." Violet's eyes widen with shock when Tommy threw some of the mashed carrots at Stephanie which landed on Stephanie's face, right by her left eye.
"Well, he definetly gave you a sign." Violet chuckles, smiting at her with amusement. She stands up and walks over to the kitchen island. "I'll get you a towel."
"Thanks." Stephanie sighed.
Violet grabs a towel off the kitchen island, handing it to Stephanie as the door to the kitchen opens. "You have a visitor." Jackson said to Stephanie. He had a goofy smile on his face as he whispers, "She's English and she's hot."
Violet chuckles, rolling her eyes at his comment. A blonde-haired woman wearing a crop top, a black skirt, and heels walks into the kitchen, smiling and pointing at Jackson. "You are an observant young man."
While Stephanie and the blonde-haired woman hugged, Violet walks over to her best friend, laughing lightly as he kept looking at the blonde-haired woman with an awestruck look. Violet pushes his head forward and shoves him towards the living room. "Alright, Jax, let's leave Steph and her friend alone."
"Fine." Jackson grumbled.
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Violet was now hanging out with Jackson in his room, helping him fix his skateboard. Something was wrong with it and he asked if she could help him out with it. She didn't know much about skateboards, but she was going to try her best to help him out.
Max walks into the room, carrying his trombone. "Do you guys know where Aunt Stephanie is?"
"She's out of town." Jackson replied.
Max's eyes widen in disbelief. "What?" He exclaims. He sets his trombone on the bench in front of Jackson's bed, turning to face Jackson and Violet with panic. "She has my super magic scarf! My recital is tonight! I'm about to freak out!"
Violet's eyes widen with surprise as Max yells. Jackson stands up, going over to Max to try to calm him down. He grabs onto Max's arm and gets his attention. "Max, Max, Max, Max!" Max stops screaming, but still looks panicked. "Take a deep breath." Max copies Jackson does and takes a deep breath. "Now let it out slowly." Jackson lets go of Max's arms and smiles. "You feel better now, right?"
"That did nothing." Max responds. "Status update: I'm doomed." He then flopped down onto his bed, laying face first.
"Max, Max, listen to your big brother." Jackson shakes Max and backs away as Max stands up. "Whenever you're nervous on stage, just picture the whole entire audience in their underwear."
