Justin Month, Day Ten

[aruan]

Primping for his 2002 VMA performance. Comparisons be damned, I liked his fedora-style hats phase. They didn't make me cry for covering up his lovely hair. *cough*JC*cough* The concentration on his face is sweet, too - it's a little strange to see how young he was barely a year ago.

Fumble by Georgina

Snick of your zipper, tug at your jeans. Warm breath through your open fly and your spine's curving towards it, and maybe, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Helping a friend out, right? That sounds nice and innocuous.

There are entirely too many things I like about this story. It's set in Europe, that early, forbidden fruit stage of things people love to make such a fuss about. But maybe it's because of that setting and telling the story from this young Justin's point of view who isn't jaded or savvy yet, genuinely experiencing these new things, that makes this story so fluid and the players so believable.