A Special Star in the Sky (Starco Fanfic)

Chapter Two: The Hoodie

Warning, this is a very long one! Enjoy!

3rd person POV

It was the day after the movie night. It was a Wednesday, summer morning, with the sun shining, the laser puppies were still sleeping in a bunch, and the Diaz household not destroyed from one of Star's magic spells. This would be considered "boring" to Star, but she was feeling more magical than ever at the moment. See for yourself.

Star's POV

I felt the suns warmth through the open window, with its light focusing on my eyes and waking me up. I look to my right and see Marco, his arm around me and smiling. I was shocked at one moment but then remembered what had happened last night. He started to wake up and I quickly close my eyes, still holding him tight.

Marco's POV

When I woke up, I felt a little warmer than usual, and it wasn't the warmth of the sun. When I look to my left, Star's arms are wrapped around my body, and her head burrowed under my arm. I started to remember what happened last night. Though I wouldn't say I didn't like it, I still have to talk to Star about it. I made an attempt to get up from the couch, but Star's hold was too strong. "Hey Star, you up?" Surprise, surprise, she wasn't, or I was assuming so. After a little while, I ended up having to pry myself out under the course of 5 minutes. She still looked lifeless, but I doubted that she was asleep. I go upstairs, and head to my room, with plans to change out of my pajamas, but after getting my pants and shirt, I was missing something.

Star's POV

I can hear Marco moving his stuff around to find his hoodie, which I am currently wearing under the blankets. This isn't any of his ordinary hoodies. This is what he claims "favorite one." His red hoodie was soft and had his scent. Don't judge, it's a good smell. Suddenly, I heard him come downstairs.

"Star, wheres my hoodie?" he asks.

Still as a statue, until he rips of the blankets and sees the "treachery I had conducted."

"Wait, I was just upstairs. How did you-"

He then noticed my scissors.

"Why do you have my hoodie?"

"Because it's comfortable!" I say, instantaneously scaring him and breaking my convincing illusion that I was asleep.

"Star, what the heck?! You almost gave me a heart attack! We have a lot to talk about but first, my hoodie."

"Fine." I say.

I give up the hoodie and he puts it over his grey shirt.

"Alright, now I'm going to go change." I say.

"Woah! You're not going anywhere until you explain what you did last night."

I try to play it cool.

"What do you mean?"

       "You know, not letting me off the couch." His tone conveyed anger, but his face projected otherwise, most notably the flood of red that covered his face. I know Marco, and I could see right through him.

"Look, all I know is that I had a bad dream. Maybe I got so scared in the outside world, I held on to the nearest thing." Sweet cover up.

"Ugh, whatever."

I was still in my night dress and had to change into some fresh clothes. I change into my usual outfit and run downstairs, seeing Marco watch TV.