Starco Oneshots

Overwhelming

Loud noises.

Flashing lights.

Overcrowded room.

All too much for one Marco Diaz, whose hand was on his forehead. Fuck... this was a terrible idea. Of course, however, Star, being the party animal she is, convinced him to show up to Jackie's Party for whatever. Jackie once held a party on Pi Day. Who the hell cares about Pi day!? She just wanted an excuse to get drunk and dance clearly.

And it looks like every teen in Echo Creek loves partying as much as she did.

Marco groaned as the music pumped loudly. He was drunk. He should never have touched the punch, of course, Janna spiked it. He only found out a little too late into the night.

He blinked quickly, trying to stop disassociating. He put his punch down, not interested in the drink anymore, and wandered around, carefully avoiding the dancing partygoers like some kind of spy mission with the lasers.

"Oh, Hey Marco!~ Are you enjoying the party...?" Asked a voice from behind him.

Ah yes. Jackie. The party animal.

"Uh... yeah... It's nice." He mumbled drunkenly. He didn't wanna be here.

"Woah dude you're totally smashed! Hey everyone Marco is totally drunk!" She called out.

Everyone seemed to cheer for him, which he'd definitely feel proud of if he wasn't feeling like a total bag of trash right now. Everyone else was very drunk, too, but Marco was a different case. Being the 'Safe Kid' meant that nobody seemed to believe Marco had it in him to get wasted.

"Y-Yeah... I'm drunk... heh... Woo Hoo for Jackie amirite? Awesome party!" He cheered, faking it all the way.

"You just let me know if you need anything, Marco... this party has just about everything for just about everyone. All my parties do~ See ya around." Winked Jackie.

She walked off and Marco continued his search for a safe, quiet space. He'd never been drunk before, his head was pounding and his mind was fuzzy.

"Star..." He muttered to himself.

A stroke of genius from the drunk boy. Star. His best friend, a shoulder to lean on. He needed to find her!

Marco looked around, albeit a little drunkenly, in search of his friend. He felt and looked like a lost puppy. Star was always his go-to when he wasn't okay, or he just needed to be around someone he liked. Did that make him needy? Probably. Did it matter to him right now? Absolutely not.

He kept looking around, rubbing his head to try and calm his headache. Nothing. Then he clicked, Jackie! She's the hostess of this Gatsby-Wannabe party! She might know! He looked around and found her very easily. The social climate of her parties always made it so that she was surrounded by friends, like bees buzzing around a hive. He pushed past some drunken people and poked her shoulder.

"Jackie... where is Star?" He asked a little sluggishly.

"Around... probably..."

"Very helpful, seriously I need- hic- to know where she is..."

"Why don't you hang out with us instead, Marco? Come dance with us..."

"I'm far too drunk- I'll throw up."

"We're all about to throw up Marco. That's what makes parties fun!"

He sighed.

"If you see her, let me know." He responded, quite deadpan now.