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

One Shot #9: Confessions In The Rain [Part 1]

A/N: get ready, in an attempt of desperation and writers block, i'm giving you a VERY, VERY, VERY BAD ONE SHOT.

Star's P.O.V.

I jumped on the rain puddles, giggling. It was raining cats and dogs, but I don't really mind. Supposedly, I'd be sitting next to Marco, riding the bus home, right? Well, during class today, Jackie asked Marco if she could sit next to him on the bus home. I held back a squeal. It was a perfect opportunity to get Marco and Jackie to hook up. Then, around Dismissal, I told both of them to go ahead, to give them some alone time. I somehoe couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness. I shrugged it off, knowing I was just missing my best friend a bit. What I didn't know, was that rain droplets, one by one, started falling. But hey, as long as Marco's having the time of his life, so am I. That's what friends are for, right? My hair was drenched, along with my dress, and my boots seemed to be carrying water. So this is why Marco absolutely hates wet socks. I shivered, suddenly realizing how cold I was. The walk from school to home only took ten minutes, but it felt like an entire lifetime to me without Marco. "Hey, Star, we all have bad days, so why don't you brighten up a bit?" I used my hand, as if it was trying to get me to lighten up. But nothing I did seemed to make the empty feeling go away. I suddenly sneezed. Then a cough. Until I was wheezing, I couldn't even breathe properly. So, this is what humans call an asthma attack? I'd rather fight Toffee or Ludo. I suddenly slipped on a puddle, falling on my back. "Ouch.." I muttered, the painon my back spreading everywhere. The wheezing and coughing didn't help. Marco's probably having fun sitting next to Jackie. I hope he hasn't done anything stupid. Oh well. Marco's happiness matters most to me right now. The empty feeling seemed to grow bigger each time I thought of Marco, together with Jackie. I shook my head. "Get a grip.." I mumbled angrily, wobbling on my feet. I just fell down again. I bit my lip. I normally liked the rain, but this was ridiculous. I felt a hot, salty tear slide down my cheek. Then another, and another.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

That was what I last heard before being attacked by a fit of coughs and wheezes, as I blacked out.

"Star!"

Marco's P.O.V.

The bus ride with Jackie wasn't what I expected, honestly. The moment we sat down on the bus, Jackie got out her phone and texted as if there was no tomorrow. Not once did her head look up. I just sighed. "Dear, where's Star? Wasn't school over three hours ago?" My mother snapped me out of my trance. It was raining hard outside, and Star wasn't home. I widened my eyes. I took a run for it, dashing to the door, not even bringing my raincoat. My heart was pounding. Where was Star? "Where are you going?" My father called out. "Finding Star!" I shouted back, closing the door, and running, trying to find where Star could possibly be. I caught a glimpse of a figure, a feminine one, which was on it's knees, coughing and wheezing. My clothes were soaking, but I didn't care. The figure collapsed, and I saw blonde hair. "It can't be. No," I thought aloud, inching closer. I saw who I dreaded to see in that very position.

"Star!"

She was wet, soaked from head to toe. She was muttering words I couldn't understand, coughing and wheezing harshly. I grabbed her, carrying her legs as she lay on my back, her arms wrapped around my neck. She was breathing heavily. "M-Marco..? Is that you.. No, it can't be.. It's Oskar.." She mumbled, still panting. She thinks I'm Oskar now. I thought. "Oh, Oskar.. I hate myself so much... I just hate it," She started. I furrowed my eyebrows. She hates herself? I stayed silent, wanting to hear her. She coughed and whimpered in pain. I felt a ton of bricks on my shoulders, and no, not because she was heavy, (She was actually very light, in fact!) It's because of the wave of guilt that washed upon me. "I hate myself for feeling this.. I don't know why this empty feeling won't go away." Star whimpered. I continued listening. "I should be happy for Marco, because he's with Jackie n' all.. But whenever I think about the two of them..." She clutched on to the fabric of my hoodie tightly. Me and Jackie? Was that why she let us go ahead?

"

Hey, Oskar.. I don't know if you know this.. But i'm supposed to like you, right? But.. But... To be honest-" She was harshly cut off by a fit of wheezes. I bit my lip. "To be honest.. I think it was just a facade.." She muttered quietly, still trying to recover from her wheezing. "Hey, Oskar.. Don't you mostly play heartbreak songs on your keyboard..? You might as well be the patron saint for broken hearts.. Oskar.. Tell me why..

Why can't I stop loving Marco?"

A/N:
This is so bad i cant even..

Ugh. So disappointed.