Justin Month, Day Twenty-Nine

[aruan]

Oh, honey. There's just no real way to maintain that tuff exterior when someone's putting bronzer on your forehead with a makeup brush. Points for effort, though.

Certainty by Cristen

Justin's holding his hand loosely, pointing out bars and restaurants and gift shops that seem painfully different from anything JC's used to. He listens to Justin talk about how they only have a little time left before they can get the hell away from stupid high school politics. It's different from Joey's pragmatic acceptance of the status quo, and Lance's prolonged snarkiness about the whole high school experience; Justin is convinced that things will work out simply because he wants them to.

I love that about him, this utter confidence that things will go his way just because he wants them to. Justin fucking Timberlake indeed, and if you listen closely enough there's a tinge of awe to that irony.