A/N- MarLar story inspired by the song "Bruises" by Train and Ashely Monroe.
I should really start to focus on my other stories. *stares at incomplete chapters and slaps her face*
Marluxia unlocked the glass door to his small flower shop called Oblivion Flora. He sighed, he loves to work with plants, but not a week has passed without someone walking in, looking at him, then leave his store laughing at him. Marluxia pushed the door open, flipped on the light switch and started to tend to his flora, he made sure he sprinkled the correct amount of water on each flower that needs it. After the pink-haired man finished watering and cleaning up the shop for the new day, a customer already found her way in.
He immediately turned to face the customer, "Welcome to Oblivion Flora! How may I assist-"
"I'm just looking around, this place looked interesting." The blond sharply interjected without looking at Marluxia. She wondered over to a Venus fly-trap and watched the carnivorous plant digest a fly. She laughed a little and muttered something under her breath.
Marluxia watched the visitor; there was something familiar about her, but he wasn't sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him. The store was only filled with the music that was playing from the blonde's iPod, which wasn't very loud. The pinkette decided that he should at least try to make a conversation with her, "I haven't seen you around here before," he walked up to her and stood next to the woman to watch the Venus fly-trap with her, "are you new here?" he inquired politely.
"Yeah, just moved here today with my younger brother." She turned her head around to look at the store's owner, her face was immediately filled with shock, "Are... are you-"
"Marluxia? Yes, I happen to be him." The florist pointed to his name-tag on his green and yellow apron.
"... Do you remember me?" her voice was sounding a bit hopeful for a "yes".
"Of course I do," he paused to build up suspense, "Larxene." He stretched out a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you again. I believe I haven't spoken to you since out high school graduation?"
Larxene shook the florist's hand, "I... " she hesitated for a moment, "I'm glad to see you too, Gaylord." she smirked.
"Ah, you haven't changed a bit." he chuckled; it's been years he have been called by the name. He only allowed Larxene to call him that though; he did secretly have a small attraction to her.
Haven't seen you since high school,
Good to see you're still beautiful.
"Same goes for you," she released her grip on her old friend's hand, "what are you doing in a place like this? I expected you to be a greenhouse or something with your talent with flowers."
"That's just too much work," Marluxia replied with a hint of sadness in his voice, he looked at the Venus fly-trap again, "I guess moving to the city was a bad idea after all..." he returned his gaze to Larxene's stunning green-eyes, "How is your brother, Demyx, faring?"
Larxene seemed to be a bit disappointed to hear that Marluxia thought it was a bad idea to move out of the town they used to live in, though she quickly got rid of that feeling, "That idiot?" she laughed, "He managed to start a band, he plays a few gigs from time-to-time, he told me he wasn't looking to go big though."
"He's so talented though, he would have been a great musician; I could already see rabid fan-girls stalking him." Marluxia chuckled, "What about... Axel?"
"I broke-up with Fire Crotch two years ago; left me for Ice-Cream Boy." her happy expression changed to a slightly pissed-off expression, "We still somehow to stayed friends though, because of Demyx's sad-face."
"I see, Demyx saves the day. You just can't deny his sad-face." Marluxia actually felt kind of happy to hear that Axel and Larxene are not dating anymore. Though... Ice-Cream Boy, was she talking about Roxas? He couldn't really remember her nicknames.
"Hm, I guess so," Larxene opened her bag to grab something, a few seconds later, she pulled out her yellow cellphone and flipped it open, "So, when are you closing?"
Marluxia completely forgot that he was working until Larxene mentioned it, "I usually close this place at 7 in the evening, why?"
"I was wondering if you want to help Dem and I move into our new place... Wait, did you say 'usually?"
"Yes, I could actually close anytime I want, I didn't rent this building, I own it." he shrugged, "I could close now, if you would like me to."
"That would be awesome actually, I just got a text from Dem telling me to hurry-up, he wants to rehearse a song for tomorrow night." she looked up to Marluxia and smirked, "I want to see his reaction when he sees you."
"Alright, I'll meet you outside." Marluxia walked to his counter as Larxene left the shop and stood outside, he pulled out a pink marker and a piece of paper, on the paper, he wrote: "Will be back tomorrow." in very neat cursive. He ripped off a piece tape and stuck the note on the door and exited the store and locked the entrance.
One that's five and one that's three,
Been two years since he left me,
Good to know that you got free,
That town I know is keeping you down on your knees...
