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

One Shot #18: Matching T-Shirts! Well Sort Of..

A/N: This is going to be a quite unusual writing style from what I normally do, bewarb, why am I doing this you ask? Because you guys decided to give me 4k views, which I have been crying over at the moment. Thank you.  Sorry its short, LEL

Once, there was a girl named Star, frolicking around the sidewalk, along with her best friend, Marco. The two teens were apparently buying matching t-shirts, since it was a year anniversary of when the duo met. It was quite an unusual first impression, but the two quickly became best of friends, and, it is quite heavily implied that there would be a budding romance that would occur between the two. It was soon after, that the blonde and the brunette boy arrived at the mall, with Star looking like a blind person who's seen the light for the first time, and Marco just had a plain face which practically spelled out boredom.
"OH MY GOSH, MARCO THERE THEY ARE IT'S THE TEE-SHIRTS, OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT, LOOK, LOOK, LOOK!" Star squealed, grabbing Marco's arm, practically dragging him to the store. His shoes skidded across the floor as he was dragged, and he couldn't do anything about it. "S-Star, slow down!" Marco hissed, yet Star was deaf to his need. Shoppers looked at the two with varying expressions, and Marco didn't know what was worse; having to be dragged by a girl, or almost all the shoppers looking at him like he was some sort of  unaccepted person in society, which decided to rejoin society. (That description may or may not be accurate to Star when she describes Marco.) When they finally arrived, she immediately removed her death grip on Marco's arm as she jumped up and down. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Look, look, look, Marco!" She squealed, running to the clothes rack. Marco sat down on a cushion, still quite shaken from the embarresment. Minutes later, Star came skipping happily to Marco, holding two long-sleeved shirts. "Didn't you say we were buying t-shirts, and not sweaters..?" Marco asked skeptically, raising his eyebrow. "Oh, tomato, potato," She replied, waving her hand, before giving the brunette boy a white sweater, which said, "Good Boy", in red text. Marco grumbled, muttering quite unpleasant things. Star, however, had a red sweater, which said, "Bad Girl", written in white text. "Well.. Whaddya think?" The blonde asked expectantly, beaming at Marco. 'If I don't say that I like it, it'll hurt her feelings, and I hate seeing Star sad,' Marco thought to himself. After a brief moment, he sighed, looked at Star and grinned.

"These are great, Star."

Little did Marco know, that comment made Star want to burst into fireworks, as her happiness level increased tenfold. She smiled brightly, a faint pink dusting her cheeks. "Yay! Now, you're paying for it, you are a good boy, right?"