Starco Oneshots

Anger Management (BBGGAU)

Breathe in...

And breathe out.

"This is dumb, Star." Huffed Marco.

Star and Marco were sitting cross-legged on the floor, candles lit, soft music playing, and other than that... total silence.

"This is good for you Marco. This helps me when I'm angry or stressed."

Marco rolled his eyes.

"You're askin' a guy with ADHD to sit still and focus? Real genius brainwaves here Star."

"I'm simply asking you to focus your mind on a happy experience..."

"I have no happy experiences and my life has been hell since the moment I slipped out of my mother's womb." He said bluntly.

Star sighed.

"Then... let's think of a happy experience we could make... together." She smiled, putting her hand on his.

Marco turned slightly pink. Star knew she was the only one allowed to touch him without him flipping a lid. He simply trusts her enough.

"L-like what?" He asked.

"Think of a place..."

"Spain..."

"Any specifics?"

"Tenerife... cocktails... a warm beach..."

"That's- uh..."

Star was a bit concerned with his choice of beverage but... if it's what made him happy she better shut up.

"... Lovely Marco." She finished.

"And... we're there... drinking cocktails together..."

She turned a bit pink. Since Marco's eyes were closed he didn't see her grin,

"Oh? Me and you?" She asked with a pleasant smile.

He nodded.

"Tell me more..." she said as she put a hand on her chin, ready to listen to his rambles.

"We get there on the first day and get off the plane... we get to the resort and look around... then we run off to the beach and you tell me how much nicer it is than Echo Creek's beaches... and I agree... and then we play beach ball for about 45 minutes before the sun goes down..."

She giggled a little and raised an eyebrow.

"This is oddly specific, Marco."

"I know, I know. Just bear with me if you really want me to describe my dream experience."

Star shut up so he could speak.

"Anyway, we get back and there's this whole problem with the rooms so I argue with a random lady in fluent Spanish."

Star seemed confused.

"Marco, why is that a part of your dream experience?"

"I really wanna argue with someone I know SO MANY Spanish insults." He grinned.

Star rolled her eyes and let him continue.

"Anyway... after that ordeal we get to the room and it's nice and spacious with a hot tub, and a bunk bed, and a nice shower with a powerful nozzle and a really really hot temperature setting... and really really cold for when we overheat in the cruel sun of Spain."

Star was beginning to wonder if Marco had thought about this experience more than he let on.

"Anyway, we sleep and wake up for a fun day of... fun. We eat lots of junk food, we play on the beach... I convince you to leave the resort grounds with me so we can explore more but you're not so sure because you can't speak Spanish at all and you're scared you'll embarrass yourself but I assure you it'll be fine because I speak Spanish fluently."

"Okay, Marco, that is strangely in character and also ludicrously specific. You've been thinking about this for a while haven't you?"

Marco nods sheepishly.

"What can I say? Don't you have a dream experience Star?"

"Not really, but your idea sounds very fun."

He grins smugly.

"I know. We should totally get part-time jobs and save up for a big trip like that."

Star... doesn't hate that idea.

"See? You're calm now!

"Oh yeah! You're right!"

"Maybe next time think about Tenerife before smashing the pickle jar to pieces because you couldn't open the lid." She suggested.

Marco looked into the kitchen, wincing as he saw the remains of the poor pickle jar.

"I got mad."

"Nothing new there, Marco. Just... take deep breaths relax, and remember Tenerife... even if we haven't made it happen...

... Yet." Star added.

Marco's face brightened up immediately.

"You'd really wanna do that with me!?"

"Of course, you're my best buddy Marco. Getting slightly drunk off of cocktails and frolicking around on warm Spanish sand sounds very very fun."

"Star you really are my best friend!" He gleamed, hugging her tightly.

This meant a lot to him. She could tell. Pushing down the rising redness on her face, she hugged him back.

"I know, Marco. I'm the best."

"Yeah okay well don't get too cocky," He grumbled, pulling away nonchalantly with a pout and a blush,

She noticed him getting flustered and couldn't help but chuckle at it.

...

The next day Marco was getting irritated... He was sitting in class as he watched Stan pretend like he hasn't been spewing untrue nonsense about him. Marco did this, Marco thinks that. He was just about ready to flip a lid at him as soon as the bell...

Rung. Perfect. He quickly left the classroom and waited for Stan to rear his ugly head out of the doorway. Once he did, he grabbed his shoulders roughly, pushing him against the lockers, teeth grit firmly on his toothpick.

"You think I ain't heard what you've been saying!?" He growled as Stan looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

Most people looked like they'd seen a ghost when the toughest kid in Echo Creek looked like he was about to kick 'em into the curb.

Marco stopped for a moment, looking at Stan's scared and sweating face, and he closed his eyes, breathing out of his nose in clear annoyance... but alas, Tenerife flashed his mind. What Star had told him yesterday night. He growled in frustration as he realised he wasn't gonna go ahead and break Stan's jaw.

"Go. If you say any more lies about me I'll know, and I won't be as kind." He said grimly.

Stan took the slap on the wrist very gratefully as he thanked him and scurried away.

Marco stared at the ground for a moment, thinking about Tenerife again.

"Princess... what are you doing to me?" He sighed... knowing that Star was clearly having an influence on him...