I guess I'm just a playdate to you

whoever said I gave a shit about you

Marco couldn't have predicted this in any way possible. Lately, he'd been stuck in his room all day, thinking about certain things. His thoughts always wander back to a certain demon who also happened to be his best friend's ex boyfriend, Tom Lucitor. 

Although things have been fine between the two, even after playing a game of ping pong, Marco was still under the impression that Tom wanted Star back and normally he'd do anything to prevent that from happening but now... he's not too sure. "You can't go, Star. You're making a big mistake." he reasoned. 

The blonde shared a glance at his way, not bothered at all. "I don't know, Marco. Maybe I am but it could be fun, you know." she grinned, her dress tucked neatly under her arm. 

Marco tried to dismiss the tone of her voice, as if THEY couldn't have any more fun on their adventures "Why not just stay here, where it's always fun?" he questioned, his hat bouncing on his head as he shakes. It's not like he was jealous or anything, more worried really. 

What if something went wrong? That Marco wasn't there to help and protect his best friend? Oh, he couldn't let that happen. Which was why he was doing this. It's not to stop her from partying, he knows she's all about that, nothing like that but what came down to it is just to be by her side. 

That's all he hopes for.  

Right now though, it seemed like him insisting that she'd stay wasn't working. "Star, please. You don't have to go. I mean, it's clear that he wants you back, you know that! So... don't go." Pleading for Star to stay was the last thing he wanted to do but if it meant that it would stop her, then so be it! "Please," he added. 

Behind the curtain wall, Star remained where she was, frowning. She knew Marco meant well but she was considering the options, weighing them and she doesn't know why she's going either. Maybe because I want to go back with him? But it's the reason why I left. Ugh, why does things have to be so complicated?!  She thought as she used magic on herself shouting, "MAGIC NARWHAL BLAST!" 

As coloured magic burst into her face and hair, it left her stunned. Marco heard her shout as quickly as it faded. "Star? You ok?" he asked. Star pointed a finger at her wand, transfixed. Words started to form out of her mouth. "Uh yeah. I just... need to stop shooting... magic in my face." Marco wanted to laugh at that but what IS there to laugh about? Star was leaving him behind to have fun at a party, a ball for god sake and usually Marco didn't care what happened in the aftermath but he realised he didn't want to be alone. 

Not forever, anyway. A person like Star made him feel familiar and that he's always two steps ahead of everyone he had ever known. He just doesn't want to lose this friendship. 

He hears the curtain wall being drawn and marvels at the sight of Star wearing a dress lathered with hearts at the side, high heel boots that were the colour of pink and gloves that reached to her elbows, her hair tied into a high bun. Marco thought she looked beautiful. "Wow. You look... amazing." he finally said. 

Star walked towards him, ignoring the way Marco stared at her and started to explain. She smiled softly, "Thank you Marco. Listen, I get it. You're worried about me but... I don't want you worrying about me for the rest of your life. I'm more than capable of doing this. I want you to trust me on this." "I do trust you, Star. I just don't want you to be alone." He replied. 

Star stared back at him, there's no use arguing really. But she wants Marco to understand. She grabbed the bell Tom gave her and gave it a little ring before a carriage appeared at the front of her porch. Flames danced its way around including the horse with its skeleton body and bones and Star remembered the way Tom took her to his home by the same carriage.