I Think Earth Is A Pretty Great Place | SVTFOE

7~ // Therapy

"Why are you even trying anymore.." Star questioned, with no expression. "Because we need to know what happened with you, and we can't if you won't tell us." The lady bent over, her face in front of Star's. She let her short brown hair dangle a little as her blue eyes examined Star's stubborn expression. Star kept her attitude, looking away from the lady in her face. She had her chin propped on her hand, which was balanced upon her crossed knees. "Maria can you give it a rest for today?" Star stood up. "Star, you know we can't do that." Maria frowned. "Right, because for some reason you people like to snoop into others' business." Star muttered. "Don't be bitter." Maria cocked her head, frowning. "Thanks, Tom." Star sarcastically said aloud. Maria paused, and wrote in her notepad. "Who's Tom, Star?" Maria asked, brushing her hair back behind her tan ears, though letting little strands coming loose. "A stupid idiot I thought I could resort to when I needed help." Star growled, as she paced the little office. "Star, we talked about the name calling." She commended. "Right, because the only stupid idiot in the situation was me for thinking he would actually help." She mumbled under her breath. "Star, you're not a stupid idiot." Maria frowned, grabbing Star's wrist. "OW." Star yelped, grabbing her hand back. "Star, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Maria stood up, setting down her notepad and pen. She quickly went to reach for Star, but she turned her shoulder and stood in the corner of the room at the door. "Don't touch me." She mumbled. "Star.." Maria began. "Look the only thing you're getting from me today is nothing." Star said, turning to Maria, who was starting to sit back down again. "That's not true." Maria smiled, tilting her head. "You're not going to be able to help anyway. You can't bring back the dead." Star said. "Dead?" Maria grabbed her notepad. "Mrs Davidson, don't." Star reached for the notebook, as she bolted over. "You have to let us help you, Butterfly!" Maria stood up, holding the notepad out of star's reach. "YOU GUYS WOULD BE HELPING IF YOU COULD JUST STOP!" Star yelled, her hands in fists by her side. "Star, that is not true! We are trying and we are doing everything possible to help you go through whatever is happening." She explained, as Star sat down angrily on the couch in front of Maria as she spoke. "I just don't want to go through this anymore." Star said, covering her eyes. "I know, I know. But I'm always here if you need to talk to someone. I'm going to try to help." Maria sat down beside her. Star stood up, along with Maria. "It's five thirty." Star said. "I'll see you tomorrow after school." Maria smiled, as she walked Star to the door. "School?" She looked up at Maria. "You go back tomorrow, remember?"

  "She's coming Monday." Jackie explained over the phone. "Oh, is she back with you?" Marco asked, his voice muffled over the line. "Not yet, she's still being taken care of at the care center. They'll drop her off after lunch so she doesn't have to spend the whole day here, but they want her to have a helper for the time being till they find out what's going on with her." He heard over his phone. He nodded, "okay. I'm going to assume you'll be there tomorrow then to help her?" Marco tilted his head. "Actually, my family is taking me out to speak to the care center with them about her." Jackie said, inhaling sharply. "Oh?" Marco asked. "Yeah, you don't mind helping her out, do you? I know you guys know each other and all so I was kind of hoping that you could help her while we go to get the information about her and everything they know so far..?" She almost asked. "Oh. Sure, don't worry about it!" Marco forced a small laugh. Jackie smiled, "Thanks, Diaz." She chuckled. "I gotta go, we're fixing up her room and the house for when she does come back." Jackie said, quickly. "Oh, alright! Talk to you later?" He asked. "Talk to you later, Diaz!" She exclaimed, before suddenly hanging up. Marco sighed, setting his phone down. "I wonder if she's gonna be okay." Marco mumbled to himself, sitting up from the foot of his bed, and lying back on his back. He propped his head to look out the window, upon his pillow. "...I wonder if she's gonna be okay." He said again, before sighing and turning off the light and turning his back to the moon and shutting his eyes.

   "I'll be back to pick you up right here once school is over." Maria said, pulling up to the school. Star nodded, staring out the tinted windows gloomily. "Star?" She braked the car. Star turned her head to Maria. "Everything will be okay soon." She smiled to Star. She nodded, frowning. She grabbed the door handle, opening the car door. She gripped a leather brown backpack, and slung it over her shoulder. "Bye." She muttered, shutting the door. "Star?" She heard, and quickly looked up to the familiar voice in front of her. "Marco..?" She asked bitterly. "Okay we got off on the wrong foot-" He began, frowning. "I don't really care what kind of long speech you're gonna give me right now, but I don't need that right now. I just want to get to my classes without issues." She looked down at her feet again. He cocked his head, frowning. "I'm sorry." he said, without moving. "Save it and bring me to class, Diaz." She commanded, as he paused and nodded. He turned around starting to walk, Star following. "There. Your class." Marco paused as he reached the front of the art class. "I don't want to go in." Star stated with no emotion. "You don't really have a choice, Star." He frowned. "I never asked you." She growled, glaring at him. "Why do you hate me? Why are you so bitter toward me? If I did something, I'm sorry." He let out, Star rolling her eyes.  "Why do you bother trying to talk to me?" She asked, crossing her arms. "Because I need to make sure you're okay." He said, crossing his arms as well. "I heard you've gotten closer to Jackie since this whole thing happened. Maybe that's why." She grunted, tugging at her bag strap. "What?! I wouldn't be that low." He explained, uncrossing his arms. "Sure, like you wouldn't be as low to take a book from me." She muttered. "What's the deal with that? That was a while ago, why is it such a big deal that I looked at a book you were reading?" He grew defensive. "Maybe because it means more than you actually think it does!" She yelled at him. He paused, letting his guard down for a minute. "What?" He asked, her looking away in anger. "Star, if there's something going on-" He began. "You're literally just like everyone else. You only have pity for me. You're like the Tom of this place." She interrupted, looking him in the eye. "What? Sure I have pity, but that's not what I'm doing this out of! And who the heck is Tom?" He asked. "None of your business." She paused, realizing she said something she didn't mean to. She grabbed the door handle, just as Marco went to grab it. They quickly touched each other's hand, Star quickly taking her hand back, and rubbing it with her right as if it had been injured. "Uh.. Sorry." He mumbled, pausing before he opened the door for her. "You're in the way." She said, ignoring his comment. "Sorry.." He apologized, walking beside her, his arm pretty much behind her as she hid her face under her hair, as she quickly walked away from him and into the room. Slowly, he felt rain drops fall from the sky. "It's raining." He pointed out. "No kidding." She commented, crossing her arms, and looking up at him, brushing her bangs back. He peered over at her, as it began raining harder. "What are you doing? Get in here, you'll get sick!" She grunted, grabbing him by his hoodie collar, and dragging him inside the empty art room. The door shut quickly, as he let out a  "wHa-." She stood there in front of him, looking up at him as she held his collar in the grip of her fist. He stood still for a moment. "What are you doing..?" He asked, breaking the awkwardness of the hold. She shook her head, shoving him backward a little as she let go of his collar. "What was the deal with that?" He asked, brushing himself off, as she turned away. "You did the same thing to me." She said loudly, not facing him. "Yeah, but I didn't do it aggressively.." He said, raising an eyebrow. Star sighed, "Whatever, lets just sit and wait before class starts." She turned around, hiding her face from Marco as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and took a seat beside her.