Starco Oneshots

Heartbreak (BBGGAU)

Star was sitting on the couch, studying. She carefully scribbled down notes quickly as she tried to remember the answers. Eventually, she began to pay less attention. Damn it. Marco was a bad influence. Again. He'd tried to make her life more 'fun' and 'exhilarating' and it had affected her attention span. Not to say she could complain though, after all, she'd been miserable her whole life and even if she hated to admit it, Marco and his crudeness had made her a more happy person, even with his vulgar language, vile behaviour, and sweet sweet eyes... and hot hot physique...

SLAM! Star slammed her hand on the desk she had let her mind wander too far there. Way, way too far.

Suddenly, another SLAM! Came from the door. It was... Marco! In his usual red hoodie and a black jacket over the top. He looked... like he was about to cry...? What? Nonono! What happened?

"Marco! Wha- are... you okay...?" Star asked politely.

"Shut... sniff the hell up..." he said, his voice breaking with every breath.

"Marco... what...?" Star asked, afraid.

Marco then stomped up the stairs and slammed his door shut. Thank god his parents were out. They'd scold him again.

Star slowly crept up the stairs, trying not to alert Marco of her presence. After she had crept up the stairs she cracked the door open to Marco's room. Sure, it was rude, but it was also what Marco would do if Star were sad.

When she cracked opened the door, she saw Marco, shirtless, punching his punching bag with pure hate. He looked like he was about to break down into a sob. She watched in sadness as more and more tears flowed from his face, however, his face remained still, not curling down into a fit of sadness. It was clear it was about to, however, with each wobble of his lip.

Star had no choice but to walk in. Her friend was hurting.

"Marco... please.."

Marco quickly jumped for his T-shirt and hastily put it back on. He sat down on his bed and looked over at Star with hate.

"Get. Out. NOW." Marco said sternly but with a hint of sadness.

"Marco..."

"OUT." He said.

"How am I supposed to help you if you keep pushing me away?" Star asked.

"I... don't need help..." Marco said with a teeny bit of weakness.

"Marco... something has hurt you. I know you so well... if something is affecting you like this... then it's something serious..."

"It's... nothing my bag can't handle!" He said as he hinted towards his punching bag.

"Not even the punching bag can help you right now, can it, Marco?" Star asked.

"S-Shut up, nerd... you sound like a shrink..." Marco said wobbly.

"Marco... you're about to cry, aren't you?" Star said boldly.

"No! Nononono! No, I'm not!" Marco said loudly.

"I can hear the pain in your voice. Spill it... it'll make you feel better..."

"No! Nothing can! I'm not weak! I'm strong! I'm... strong..." Marco said, trailing off near the end.

"You are the strongest boy I know, Marco... being vulnerable doesn't mean you are weak..." Star said, slowly approaching him.

Marco's lip wobbled as he tried to hold off his wave of emotions.

"Marco... just... come to me... hug me... tell me everything eating you up right now..." Star said calmly, extremely concerned.

Marco finally looked at her with the most weak face he'd ever pulled, and Star opened her arms and pulled him in for a hug.