For Marluxia Lovers (Request)

>> For Marluxia Lovers
>> Request
>> The bell rings shaking you out of your little trance. You can't help but lose focus in that class. Quickly gathering your things, you start walking down the hall to your next class with your books clutched to your chest. After climbing some stairs you plop down into your desk and people rush in just before the bell rings. Your English teacher Mr. Ansem gets strait to business with grammar.
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>> As the bell was about to ring he announced, " Before you go, I'd like to inform you that tomorrow were going to go into poetry. You'll be put into pairs and be assigned an emotion so you and your partner will write a poem on that exact feeling."
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>> The bell rings signifying the end of the period and the last class of the day. You quietly walk to your locker to grab your stuff for home. Rummaging through your stuff, you hear and feel the presence of another next to you. Looking to your left you see one of the most popular kids in your school opening his locker for the end of the day, like every other day that passed.
>> Every girl thought he was the hottest, smartest, sweetest, most sensitive guy. They all fawn over him every time he goes down the hallway. That always made you....not hate..... but dislike him and tried to ignore his presence when ever he was near (it's not like he ever noticed you anyway). The way the other girls acted just annoyed you and frustrated you. It's pretty much all they gossip about; who hes dating, why hes not dating this other girl, why they broke up, and who hes gonna go for next.
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>> Sighing you focus back to your locker. A few girls pass and say "Hi" and you imagine a flirty wave was included , but every now and then you feel him steal a couple glances at you as he gathers his stuff. Shutting your locker, you turn your back on him as you start to head home. Leaving you heard him mumble something ,but you didn't really care enough to ask.
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>> The next day went by fast and you soon found yourself in the last class of the day, English. You discussed the different kinds of poems, how to write them, and how to put the feelings into it. "I picked your partners and you'll be in groups of two. After you get your emotion and get with your partner, I'll give you the rest of the class to discuss and work on your poems, but remember, this is the only time I'm giving you in class. To finish, you'll have to get together on your own time... Oh! And don't forget it's due on next week Monday." As kids nodded he named off the groups. Of course the girls in the class giggled and whispered, hopping they would get paired with Marluxia who happens to be in this class.
>> "Roxas and Namine, Axel and Lisa, Sora and Hayley, David and Amanda, Ventus and Kairi, Riku and Kayla, and Marluxia and [Name]."  As soon as he says your two names together, your breath catches in your throat. Your heart starts pounding as you look over to Marluxia, who's gathering his things so he can head over to you. Trying to mentally calm yourself, you yearn to jump out the window. 'Calm down _____ it's just a one week project. It's not going to kill you and if you're lucky, you won't have to talk to him much or even have to get together with him.' Calming down a little you look up you see Marluxia pull up a chair so he can sit across from you smiling as usual.
>> No matter what's going on he almost always has a smile on his face which brings smiles to everyone else around him. Pulling out your notebook and pencil, Mr. Ansem came over to the two of you. Looking to his list he says "OK, you two have the emotion... love." Sighing you mumble under your breath "Of course it is." Looking over to the pink haired boy across from you, he looks at you, smiles, and gives a wink followed by a eye role and a frown from you. "Look, that charm of yours isn't going to work on me like the other girls so don't waste your energy." you state bluntly. Shock and a little confusion cross his face. "Lets just get this project over with."
>> For around an hour you two worked on the poem, but didn't get any were. You just couldn't concentrate and even when you did, what ever you came up with didn't sound right. Something was just... off....
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>> The following day after lunch Marluxia ran up to you. "Hey [Name]! I was wondering since we still have to work on that assignment for English do you want to meet up after school?" You wanted to say no but looking into his blue eyes made your heart start pounding. Taking a deep breath you answered "I-I guess, we will go to my house. Meet me by my locker after class." With a nod and a smile, he left leaving you utterly confused. 'Why did I get so nervous? It's just Marluxia. Remember, all the girls flirt with him. If you let yourself feel for him you'll end up getting hurt.' you thought trying to convince yourself.
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>> As promised, there he was - leaning up against your locker waiting for you. Standing in front of him, he just grins with a look in his eyes. Minutes passed with you tapping your foot impatiently and arms crossed. "Ugh, will you move so I can get my stuff out of my locker?" " I don't think I heard a please." his grin growing. ".....please...." a pout forms on his face that even you have to admit was cute, but he moves reluctantly.
>> The walk to you house was filled with him grinning, sneaking side glances at you, making your heart rate quicken, and a lot of silence. The whole time you were racking your brain on ideas for the project. Your not fluent in poem writing or any writing really, but poems are all about writing your feelings... right? So it can't be that hard, but the one emotion you get is the least familiar one to you. You've had crushes before, but you never dated anyone or had a full want to date anyone.
>> Finally your house comes into view, a simple light blue Victorian style house, and large backyard. The two of you head inside shouting "I'M HOME!" followed by a yell from your mom " HOW WAS YOUR DAY?" " FINE." Tossing your things on a nearby couch you turn to your guest " Do you want anything to drink? a snack?" soon after he shakes his head no, your mom comes in from the kitchen. " Oh, [Name] whose your friend?" "Um..well.." " Mrs. [ Last Name] my name is Marluxia and [Name] and I are working on an English project together." she glances at you with a growing smirk "Well, it's nice to meat you Marluxia. I have to work on dinner. I wish you two luck on your project." Rolling your eyes you drag Marluxia to your living room.
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>> It's been two hours and you haven't gotten anywhere! You even had to take an aspirin from the headache that formed from the constant arguing. Standing up abruptly " I call a break. We're not getting anywhere." grabbing your notebook and pencil you leave to elsewhere.
>> Walking to the back of the house your eyes fall upon a huge garden full of blooming flowers soaking up the sunny day. The garden was full of reds, yellows, oranges, pinks, whites, purples, and blues. Basically all the flowers for the season. The every color of rose surrounds a little gazebo in the middle of the beautiful garden. You've always enjoyed flowers and gardening, it had always made you happy. Your favorite flower was the rose, especially the blood red roses.
>> Admiring the garden, a breeze pushes your (h/c) hair back and taking a deep breath, your nose tickles with the sent of flowers. Walking through the garden, bees and butterflies cross your path as they fly from flower to flower. Entering the gazebo you take a seat on one of many benches circling the edges.
>> Ever since Mr. Ansem assigned the two of you to work on this project together, you've found yourself starting to like Marluxia by just the way his eyes shine when he smiles or the way hes nice to almost everyone. Your heart pounds whenever he looks at you or pink fines it way onto your cheeks when you think of him.
>> Looking down at the notebook in your lap, your hand moves on it's own, putting words on the once blank paper. Ideas for the poem flood your brain as you write, causing you to drop all the frustration you held earlier.
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>> Marluxia Pov.
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>> This whole thing is a disaster. [Name] just doesn't seem like me for some reason, I've never been mean to her. I always kinda liked her, but I never got the chance to talk to her because all the other girls do something to bring my attention off of [Name]. I always thought she was pretty, independent, smart, kind... well you get the idea... I thought this would be the perfect chance to get to talk to her, but every time I think I'm getting somewhere she pushes me away, sometimes literally.
>> Around ten minutes after [Name] left I start my search for her. With some help from Mrs. [Name] I found her in a beautiful garden. The garden almost suppressed my own with the beautiful and healthy flowers were time just seemed to stop. Walking up to the gazebo, sat down next to [Name] startling her from her trance of what looked like finishing up a poem. Looking up to me her beautiful (e/c) eyes lock with mine, but she quickly looks away as a 'if you blink you'll miss it' pink blush. Shes so cute when she blushes I can't help, but smile " So, what were you writing?" At this she gets nervous, blushing even more. " J-Just a poem I think we might be able to use for the project...I-If you like it that is..." I put my hand on hers that has the death grip on the notebook. My attempt to listen her grip works and I slide it out from under her hands reading what the paper says.
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>> Be with the one that makes you happy
>> The one that makes you smile,
>> The one that makes you laugh,
>> And each day worth while,
>> Try hard to make it last,
>> Because life is so short,
>> It goes by too fast,
>> So when you find love,
>> Don't let it slip away,
>> Hold it forever,
>> And cherish it each day,
>> As long as you are happy,
>> That is what you should do,
>> Love that someone and let them know... before your life is through

>> Surprise strikes throughout me at how good it is, it almost makes you fall in love with someone. Looking over to her, she is gazing at a nearby butterfly landing on a rose. Touching her hand to gain her attention "...it's perfect." her face lights up in a smile "You really think so?"
>> A blush blossoms on my cheeks and my breath catches in my throat, she looks absolutely beautiful. The light brings out her (h/c) making it shine, her (e/c) smile along with her, she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
>> I inch closer to her face and when our faces are just centimeters apart " Perfect...just like you."
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>> Back to your Pov. ( cue evil laugh here)
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>> You feel someone else sit on the bench beside you causing you to jump out of the trance you were in. Looking up to your disturber, your eyes lock with Marluxia's hypnotizing blue ones causing your face to heat up with a blush before you look away. "So, what were you writing?" butterflies fill your tummy 'I can't just tell him it was how I feel about him. I'm suppose to be the strong girl that didn't fall for his charm and looks! What happened to me?' You start to fidget and your grip on your notebook tightening. " J-Just a poem I think we might be able to use for the project...I-If you like it that is..." Suddenly you feel his hand rest on yours making your grip on the notebook loosen just enough for him to grab it. You watch nervously as he reads your work.
>> Shock explodes on his face making you even more nervous as you quickly look over to a butterfly landing on a flower. He genitally touches your hand making your head wipe around to look at him. "...it's perfect." A smile makes it's way onto your face "You really think so?"  Surprisingly, a blush forms on the pink haired man as he slowly inches closer to your face.
>> You freeze in shock so you can't move (not that you want to anyways) like a deer in headlights. He stops when your faces are only centimeters apart. "Perfect...just like you." he genitally whispers and just like that your lips crash into each other in a love filled kiss. The feelings you've been denying break through like a dam just burst. Unable to control yourself anymore you run your hands through his hair where one of his hand is caressing your cheek and the other is on your waist.
>> He's the first one to pull apart (much to your disappointment) and pulls a red rose out of thin air giving it to you with a smile. At this moment all you can do is smile at each other, words not needed.
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>> Oh and before I forget, you both got 100% from Mr. Ansem ^^