Me, Man Up? Good Luck! [[LUX]]

[Justin Flyte]

Justin Flyte


I just want to celebrate another day of livin',
I just want to celebrate another day of life!
I put my faith in the people,
But the people let me down.
So I turned the other way,
And I carry on, anyhow.
That's why I'm telling you!


.xXx. Someone might wonder why Justin Flyte, the boy who hated other guys, was standing at Marluxia’s door. Of all people, Justin should really hate him most. But... As jealous as Justin was, he needed to guy’s help. And fuck, he knew Marluxia was the only one who could give him this... Kind of help. Justin sighed. He was a damned, stupid, retardation of a human. He needed what his other friends would laugh at, if he asked. He needed some guy advice.


So, Justin had headed over here, walking as slow as he possibly could. Why? He was dreading the experience. Duh. I mean... Cris had previously been with Marluxia-it was expected. Especially with Justin’s issues. Like, issues that made him so jealous he wanted to hack apart a wedding cake. During someone’s wedding. That was bad, right? Ugh, Justin didn’t know any more. Either way, he had made his way towards the dorms, ignoring annoyed grunts that came from people stuck behind him. He could go as slow as he wanted, thank you. He had to mentally prepare for such wildly daring acts, after all.


He’d opened up the door easily and walked inside, before casually deciding to get distracted by food. I mean, it was a good excuse, right? Justin had grabbed a pop and opened it, before drinking the entire thing. Slowly. Like. SLOWLY. He’d leaned against the counter the entire time, looking up the clock distractedly. Until he decided to get his lazy-ass up the stairs to see Marluxia. So, Justin walked up the stairs, scratching the back of his head nervously, before raising his hand to knock. And pausing. What if he was with a girl?


I mean, the guy had a reputation. What if he was in there, doing dirty stuff Justin didn’t want to think about with some, poor lady? Or... Not poor? She probably liked it. Oh, god. Justin turned around, before turning back to face the door. It would be SO dumb, if he knocked and Marluxia was in the middle of a screwing session. Damn. Ugh. Fuck. Justin reached up to place his hand on his face in frustration, before knocking on the door rather quickly. Just timidly, so maybe if the guy was busy, he’d ignore it. Rocking back and forth on his heels, Justin slipped his hands into his pockets. This was so awkward. So fucking awkward. Why was he here again? He shouldn’t be here. But then, Just as Justin’s courage threatened to give way, the door opened. Justin stopped rocking on his heels, and looked at the boy in front of him, with a small smile.


“Can we talk?”


He asked casually, raising a slight brow. He’d play it cool. Like, gangster cool. Fo’ sho’, bruduh. Justin looked down at his feet briefly, before looking back to the guy in front of him. He wasn’t intimidated by him, but Justin wasn’t one to randomly approach girlfriend’s past relations. I mean... It just wasn’t heard of. However, as Justin looked at the guy, there was one thing he was completely sure of.

If Marluxia talked about his ‘fun’ screwing Cris, Justin might just snap.


Well, I can't be bothered with sorrow,
And I can't be bothered with hate, no, no!
I'm using up my time by feeling fine, every day,
That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate!

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Words: 638
Muse: Fail
Notes: Wrote this a little while ago, but I never got a chance to post it. D: Sorry it faaails. [/size][/blockquote]

[Marluxia]

Marluxia was sitting inside his room and enjoying the quiet for the moment. He closed his eyes and leaned back on his bed just sat there relaxing. He didn't know what he was going to do this evening, he had no plans.

Normally Marluxia would have some girl lined up to occupy his attention. He didn't tonight, which bothered him. Really all he had to do was strut about School grounds for about ten minutes and he was bound to find someone who wanted to sleep with him.

It wasn't him being conceited thinking this, It was the truth. Marluxia was an attractive guy if all the female attention he got all the time was any precedent. His long black hair that extended to his waist was shining even in the dim light of the dorm and his Sapphire blue eyes were always shining when he was in a good mood.

He had barely gotten out of bed, he was sitting there shirtless in his dress pants and shoes and had no intention of sctually getting up and going to his mahogany dresser and pulling out a nice white button down and putting it on. Instead, he took a Tuxedo jacket that for some reason he had put on the floor the day before and threw it on grabbing Artemis and then just sitting there, strumming her chords slightly.

He was so bored! Couldn't he find something to do? He sighed and strummed a few more chords. He thought for a second to go and see what Cris was up too but she was probably going to be with her new boyfriend.

Marluxia laughed at that, Cris..Boyfriend. For some reason it just didn't sound right to his ears. He knew that she liked hi m or whatever but Cris never really dated guys. She had bad experiences with boyfriends and she usually just randomly flung with dudes. He blamed himself for that. He lived that life style and had imparted it on her. Not that she cared.

He shrugged standing and starting playing the beginning chords of Into to the night by Santana and Chad Kroeger. The guitar part of that song filled him so much. Santana was truly an artist when it came to the guitar.

Either way, Cris wouldn't be down for jamming this evening. He would just have to find himself another source of entertainment. He smiled as he continued playing the chords and then he turned because there was a knock on the door.

He raised an eyebrow, Who could that be? Were the girls coming to him now? He grinned at that. That would be truly wonderful. He could just let girls in, they could sign in on a list and he could practice over and over with them. He grinned even more, they could leave suggestions in his tip jar or more like just tips. Marluxia knew what he was doing.

He went to open the door and who he saw surprised him...

Justin. Cris's little boyfriend Justin. What was he doing here? Marluxia really had no problem with the guy. He seemed to really like Cris and Marluxia was happy about that. If he did anything to her Marluxia was going to kill him anyway but that wasn't going to happen. The guy had no balls.

Marluxia stepped back into his room to let him come in as he asked if they could talk.

"Well you're already here so uh...talk"Marluxia said with a smile and sat back down on his bed and started strumming his guitar again.

He was being pretty silent like he was nervous or something. Marluxia sighed and put his guitar down. "If you're here to profess your undying love for me your the third guy this week"he said with a laugh as he tried to lighten the mood a little bit. The guy looked like he was trying to announce the death of a relative or something. Which was kind of impossible on Marluxia's part being that his parents were dad and they were all he had except for Cris. He shrugged.

Marluxia looked at him and waited. What ever it was, this had better be good.

Words: 720
Muse: good
Notes: i fail -_-
Outfit: outfit

[Justin Flyte]

Justin Flyte


I just want to celebrate another day of livin',
I just want to celebrate another day of life!
I put my faith in the people,
But the people let me down.
So I turned the other way,
And I carry on, anyhow.
That's why I'm telling you!

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.xXx. [/color] Justin, to his great dismay, didn’t have to wait long until the door to Marluxia’s room opened. He’d decided, moments before knocking, that once he did knock, he would count to fifty. He’d only gotten to thirty-two, before the doorknob had turned, letting Justin’s stomach drop to the floor. Justin stood there, looking up at the guy Cris called her best friend, not knowing what to say. He paused, blinking, searching his head for something cool to say. Nothing. So instead, his words came out in a weak, unsure little tone, in which he was pretty sure counted as pathetic. Then again, he was pathetic, wasn’t he? Coming here, wanting to ask Marluxia questions like this... About his girlfriend. Justin shoved his hands into his pockets forcefully with a little nod, and walked into Marluxia;s room silently. Smooth, he cursed himself mentally. Then, the guy spoke. Justin turned to face him, a brow rising in slight question, before a grin sprung to his lips, soon followed by a short laugh. He may be a threat to Justin because he was a male that knew Cris, which therefore counted him worthy of being jealous of, but he was good at making someone chill out.

“Nah, not this week. I’ll let you know if it changes, though.”

He replied with a grin, completely—and utterly—kidding. Justin brought his hand from his pocket to scratch his neck briefly, a nervous habit, as he leaned against the wall, looking at Marluxia serenely. He levelled his gaze to the other guy’s, as if saying all the jokes were done, because in fact, Justin had come for a reason. A reason which was important, and no laughing matter. Er—No laughing matter for Justin. Other people might think it was pretty hilarious. Actually, scratch that. Most people did think it was hilarious. Why they thought his lack of balls was funny, he’d never know.

“It’s about Cris.”

Well, duh. Justin thought, sighing, before smiling a little, subconsciously. Even saying her name made him smile. Sappy, maybe. True, 100%. Anyways, back on task. Back. On. Task.

“You know her better than anyone, from what I hear...”

He spoke, pausing a moment to try and ponder the right wording. To come straight out with it, or watch out for any incoming pathetic-ness? Justin wasn’t sure.

“Well, I was wondering...—Long story short, I don’t want to mess up. Y’know, with her and I. And I thought... since you know her, you’d be able to give me a hand.”

He paused, offering a small smile, though it was really only in attempt to comfort himself. So much for watching out for any patheticness. Fail.

“If you don’t mind, or whatever.”

Justin said slowly, nodding.

“But if you want to laugh at me and tell me to get out, I mean, that’s all good too.”

Justin finally finished with a little grin, just to lighten the mood. Fact is, he totally would leave if Marluxia told him to. He was just that kind of person. But to be perfectly honest, Justin was just looking for a little guidance. Especially around the whole... Physical aspect of things. Not that he wanted to hear the damn sex adventures of Cris and Marluxia—god no—but he needed to know how long she would wait. Because he was a wimp. And a virgin. A virgin wimp, who was currently asking a player for advice. Dear lord. Idiot. Then again, maybe after this little conversation, Justin would get some pants Who knows.

Either way one looked at it, Justin was in dire need of help in the manliness department.


Well, I can't be bothered with sorrow,
And I can't be bothered with hate, no, no!
I'm using up my time by feeling fine, every day,
That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate!

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Words: 718
Muse: Meh
Song(s): Loots. :]
Notes: Sorry, it fails. D;[/size][/blockquote]

[Marluxia]

The last person Marluxia had expected to show up knocking on his door that night was Justin. His best friends boyfriend. Marluxia couldn't even fathom what Cris saw in the guy. He was strange and gawky, from what he heard, he had yet to wanna do anything below the belt and his personality was awkward at each and every point that Marluxia met him. He didn't mean to be rude or anything but he didn't quite see the allure to the guy.

Not that he blamed Cris for dating a nice guy, that was exactly what he was. A nice guy and that was about as far as it went.That was good for Cris though, she needed someone who was nice. Someone who was different from all the other assholes she had dated and boy had she dated some assholes, but that wasn't important. His sole reason for approving of Justin was because he was pretty sure that he would never hurt her.

In fact, Marluxia should probably be more worried about her hurting him. She could walk all over him without a moments notice and the boy would be crushed and Cris would move on and it would be this big whole thing about he she crushed this boys spirit. Oh well. It really wasn't Marluxia's problem. At least he didn't think so.

Marluxia had made a joke when Justin had arrived there, just to lighten the mood. The guy looked like he was about five minutes from just walking off the roof and he didn't need that blood on his conscience. To his surprise he had joked back but then got all awkward again and Marluxia sighed a bit as he waited for the Spaz to actually say something pertinent. Then he said it was about Cris and Marluxia sighed, no shit Sherlock why else would he be here?

"I gathered that...What about her?"he said patiently, at least a lot more patient than he felt. He hated when people were nervous and beat around the bush. Just get to it, the sooner you say it the easier it will be for you because you won't have to worry about saying it. It was simple as that. Jeesh. Once again the thought crossed his mind where he wondered what in the hell Cris saw in this guy.

He spoke again saying Marluxia had known her better than anyone from what he heard and Marluxia crossed his arms and nodded at him. Duh? He was her best friend and he knew better than he knew himself most days. Marluxia rolled his eyes as he realized what was going on here. Young Padawan here was going to ask the Jedi for help. He should have seen it coming really. Cris was a fast paced girl and the only thing fast about this guy was how fast he started failing within ten seconds of being around him. Case and Point? Justin was in sore need of his help.

Sure enough the next words he spoke were asking him for help and before Marluxia could even respond to him he started making little comments about whether or not he wanted to or that he could kick him out if he wanted too and he rolled his eyes. Was he really that shy? That lacking in the confidence department?

Marluxia stood and clapped Justin on the shoulder with a little roll of his eyes "Your right...I am going to laugh at you, but I'm not going to tell you get out and I am going to help"

Normally Marluxia wouldn't catch himself dead helping this guy, but if he helped this guy keep Cris happy in all arenas. Cris would most likely stick with him and if she stuck with him that meant she had a nice boyfriend who would never do a thing to hurt her because one he didn't have the guts, two he cared about too much and Three he was too scared that Marluxia would come and beat him into a bloody pulp because he would. Marluxia would do anything for Cris and he would do everything to anyone who hurt her. Just ask her last boyfriend.

Marluxia let go of his Justin's shoulder and straighten the tux jacket he was wearing over nothing just because, then he looked at Justin crossed his arms and spoke

"Now What exactly do you need help with? I'm going to guess Sex or is it that you just can't keep up in general?"The bluntness of his statement was probably going to make this guy blush but he was just going to have to get used to it. Marluxia was blunt and if he needed his help he was going to have to deal with it, or go it on his own. Psh, like he could do it on his own.

Words: 836
Muse: good
Notes: Sorry if it sucks Grey! I did this while nursing a headache!