Marco's Favorite Star ➵ A Collection Of Starco One Shots

One Shot #8: It's Not Like I Lay Awake, Thinking 'Bout Her! [AU]

A/N: currently Dec. 24, 7:06 PM for me rn, so in Midnight i'm posting the special. (Yaaaay!) Anyhoo, did you know, in the original plot of svtfoe, marco was originally named Sol, was a DBZ fanboy, and was kinda enemies with Star. Well it was one-sided. Star actually had no idea. Star in the original plot, was a girl who had no powers, and a sailor moon fangirl. So um yeah. This is the AU i'll be using. This is partly inspired by a comic again, so this time, plot isn't mine. (Wow, longest A/N yet)

Third Person's P.O.V.

The bell rang. Dismissal. All the students were either scrambling their way out of school, creating a mini stampede, or were staying at the classroom, waiting for everyone else to leave. Star and Marco seemed to take the second option.
Marco took out his headphones as he blasted the volume to the highest possible. He tapped his foot to the catchy tune as Star watched him in curiousity. She walked up to him, tapping his shoulder. Marco jumped in surprise, his knee hitting the desk of his armchair as he whimpered in pain. Star gasped. "Oh my gosh, are you okay, Marco? I am so sor-" The blonde was interrupted. "Well if it isn't princess-cuckoo-pants. Happy now, that I got hurt?" Marco spat out, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Star ignored him. "Soo, watcha' listenin' to?" Star asked cheerfully. "Something you wouldn't understand! Now, go away! Don't you have to get home, or something?" Marco scoffed. Star just rolled her eyes, grabbing the headphones. "Hey!" He exclaimed. Star put on the headphones, listening to the tune. "Hey, this isn't half bad.." Star hummed. Marco let out a huff. "Psh. Whatever." He crossed his arms as he looked away. He opened one eye to look at Star, her golden locks, swaying in the wind. Both of his eyes were fixed on Star, as he felt his face go warm. She sure looks pretty.. And her smile-  Oh my gosh, Diaz! Snap out of it! Marco was having an internal battle in his mind. He was angrily blushing now, and Star seemed to notice. "Hey, Marco, your face is red.. You okay?" Star asked worriedly. The Latino snapped out of his trance, turning redder by the second. He cleared his throat, frowning. "Well I WAS okay, until you came along!" He hissed, before walking out of the classroom, putting a hand on his forehead, still red, leaving a puzzled Star behind. She took a look at Marco's seat. His bag!

Marco's P.O.V.

Who does she think she is, stealing my headphones! I thought angrily, before my thoughts drifted back to a few moments before. She looked really pre- I shook my head vigorously. It's not like I lay awake at 2 AM, thinking about her!

2:30 AM

Her hair looked perfect, swaying in the wind, and crystal blue eyes, and- I widened my eyes. Whoa, Diaz. Calm. Down. I was sitting on my couch, eating nachos. A doorbell interrupted my train of thought. "Who would be in someone's doorstep at two in the morning?" I thought aloud. I opened the door to see the girl I've been thinking about for the past few hours. I widened my eyes. She was in her nightdress, and she looked sleepy. She was panting, as if she ran a marathon. "M-Marco.. You left your bag.. Sorry I came here so late, I forgot," She rubbed her neck. I took the bag. "Thanks." I muttered. She looked up to me, giving me a tired smile. "Huugs," She sleepily mumbled, wrapping her arms around my neck. I swear I turned as red as my hoodie, tensing up. I relaxed after a few seconds and hugged her back. We broke away from the hug. "Well, I gotta go, see ya," As Star was about to go out, I grabbed her hand. Diaz! "W-wait!" I squeaked. She looked surprised, and I saw a blush forming her cheeks before I let het go. "You live alone in that apartment, right? Why don't you stay for the night.. I mean, well.. I have nachos.." Did I just ask her to stay the night? She grinned from ear to ear. "Sure!" And the last thing I remembered before dozing off on the couch was Star's peaceful face, her head resting on my shoulder.