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

One Shot #28: New Clothes

A/N: Jesus Christ that last oneshot was terrible. I think I was high writing that, I cant bring myself to do a part 2. Oh well, sorry I deleted it. Here's a better oneshot to make up for it, and yes, it's happy.

Marco's P.O.V.

I regret doing this. Help me. Someone kill me. I don't know how I got caught up in all this. Oh yeah. It all started a while ago, around noon.

A While Ago

I was taking a nice stroll around the park, surprisingly without Star, since she was having a picnic with the Pixie Queen. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming.. It was a perfect day for a game of catch. Only, I didn't have a game of catch. Instead, I saw Ferguson, dressing in quite a weird manner. I didn't know whether to burst out laughing or to be embarrased. I chose the second option. I walked up to him, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.
"Uh, hey Ferg'.. What exactly are you wearing..?" I asked, looking at him head-to-toe. Ferguson jumped, hearing my voice. "Uh, hey, Marco! I was... I was, well... The Pixie Queen apologized and wanted to take it slow, so I decided to dress nice today! I'm.. I'm kinda having second thoughts about it, though.." He mumbled the last part, covering his face. Me, being the good friend I was, decided to encourage him. "Hey, don't worry, I'm sure the Pixie Queen would love it!" I gave him a pat on the back. "Are you kidding? She's gonna think I'm a total dork!" Ferguson exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.
"She won't, I promise. Trust me," I reassured, gripping his shoulders. He looked away, crossing his arms.

"Then how'd you feel if you dressed like this in front of somebody you liked?" My thoughts drifted to Star, but I quickly shook it off.

"Nothing." I lied.

"Not even Jackie?"

"I moved on from her, with the help of Star."

Ferguson stood there for a moment, in deep thought. He sighed in defeat. "Fine. But you'll have to come along and wear this stuffy tuxedo too." The next thing I knew, the Pixie Queen took us to her dimension and I was standing awkwardly in a tux, Star gazing at me weirdly.

Back To The [Future] Present
(A/N: did anybody just get the reference above rn?)

I inhaled a deep breath, trying to ignore the lovey-dovey scenes that were going on with Ferguson and the Pixie Queen. I adjusted my collar, clearing my throat nervously. I just stood there awkwardly, Star gazing at me almost suspiciously. After a few painfully, awkward moments I decided to strike up a conversation. "So, uh, Star,-" I stopped, seeing Star already gone.
"So, would all of you like some honey tea?" The Pixie Queen asked, her expression quite sweet. "Huh? Where's Star?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Maybe Marco should go find her, he always knows wherever she is," Ferguson suggested, a smirk plastered onto his face. I glared at him, mouthing, 'You're dead to me,' twitching my eye. The Pixie Queen clasped her hands together, tilting her head. "Fantastic! Marco, you go find your girlfriend, okay?"

"She's not my girlfriend.." I mumbled.

"Not yet," Ferguson snickered.

"I hate you. You're a bad person," Was all I could utter before leaving the throne room, going to the dining area. If I knew Star, she absolutely loved food. I obviously saw her under the grand table, but wanting to give her a chance, I walked around, whistling.
"Hmm.. Wherever could Star be..?" I mused, smiling. However, no reaction was made. Usually she'd giggle or at least give out sound, but she stood still. I sat on the table, knocking on the surface. "Knock, knock?" I hummed, awaiting a response. But there wasn't any response. I ducked my head under the table, to see a very red Star. "Y'know.. You're supposed to say, 'Who's there?'" Suddenly, she flashed a crumpled piece of paper, no, tissue I mean, which read,
"You look handsome today!"
I turned so red as my face's temperature turned as hot as the sun. I couldn't ever lift my head the whole afternoon after that.

EDIT: 03/22/16

11:15 AM

A/N: since starcoisforever wanted a sequel here's a bonus for all you meatballs! Warning: just a tad bit of swearing in this one so yeah sorry

BONUS:

"Marco? Marco? Bud'? You there?" Ferguson called out worriedly to me. We were all at the grand table, and my head was still under the said table. Star, too was under the table, but I couldn't see her since I was covering my head with my hands to hide my red face. Ferguson picked me by the shoulders, raising his eyebrow.
"Uh.. Uh... Uh," I repeatedly said, shaking and sputtering incomprehensible words. I was never so flustered in my entire life. Soon, I saw Star slowly crawl up from the table, covering her head with her hands, just like me. Both of us were shaking from out toes. And that was the moment I knew, that I completely fucked up.