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8~ // I Won't Tell Her & You Tell Me

"I won't tell her.." Star told herself, as she stood at the Thomas' door with Maria. "Ready?" Maria looked down to Star. "You tell me." Star mumbled, glancing around the yard she hadn't seen in around a week and a half. The door creaked open, Jackie looking to find Star from behind her parents. They let them walk in, as the adults spoke and Star and Jackie wen upstairs to help her settle in again. "Star.." Jackie mumbled. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done what I did." Star interrupted. "I'm just really really glad you're okay." Jackie smiled lightly. "I wish.." Star thought. Her smile was forced, as she tilted her head. "Yeah, I'm okay." She lied to Jackie. She felt a sharp pain in her heart, aching. "Is this what it's like to lie for so long?" She whispered in her thoughts, frowning and looking away. "Are you .. Sure?" Jackie caught her attention again, as Star quickly looked at Jackie again with a forced smile and a nod. "Okay. We're getting dropped off for the next few weeks, I hope that's okay." Jackie said. Star nodded. "Yeah, that's alright." Star responded. "Um.. Star.. If it's not too much to ask.. if you ever are doubting yourself, or anything.. or something like that.. please talk to me I'm right across the hall." Jackie spoke quietly. Star furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't want to be a bother.." She began. "You'll never be a bother, please talk to me if you need to." Jackie quickly replied. Star paused, then nodded. "I will." She didn't know if she was even telling the truth. "Thank you." Jackie gave her a light smile, before standing back up and reaching for the door. "Jackie?" Star quickly called. She turned around, "Yes?" She asked, a little hopeful. "Um.. What should I do?" She asked, quietly. "What do you mean?" Jackie sat back down beside Star. "What do I do if I really want to tell someone something, but you don't know how they'll react..?" She hesitantly asked. Jackie paused, before smiling. "Tell them." She said, before standing up again and reaching for the door. "But Jackie, what happens if you don't even know if they care enough to help you?" Star quickly let her words slip out. "Who are you talking about?" Jackie turned around slowly. "N-No one..." Star quickly said. "Star.." "Jackie, never mind. I'm probably just tired." Star harshly began, then paused and continued with a softer tone. She smiled gently, as Jackie nodded hesitantly and closing the door as she left. "I'm lying so much I'm probably lying about how I feel to myself.." Star whispered under her breath. "Whatever.." Star sighed, turning the lamp off and shutting her eyes to get some sleep.
   "I won't tell her.." Marco told himself, as he picked up the incoming phone call.  "Ready?" Jackie began, as the phone connected the calls. "You tell me." Marco mumbled, averting his eyes to his hands real quick before looking back to his phone. "Well she came back today, and she's really.. quiet." She admitted. Marco nodded. "She's hesitant and bitter with me." He explained. "What? I'm sure it's just the things she's going through." Jackie sighed. "I guess, but she has this gigantic grudge held against me because I took a look at what book she was reading once at the library." He explained. "It must be more than that. Did she say anything to you about it?" Jackie questioned. "Well I asked her what the big deal was since it was just a book, and she started yelling at me that it might've just been something that means say more than what it looks like.. Or something like that." Marco told her. She nodded, "mhm.." She spoke. "Well it started raining right as lunch was dismissed so did you guys get inside by that time or what?" Jackie asked. The line went silent. "Marco?" She called into the phone. "You still there, Diaz?" She asked again. "I can't tell her about the hoodie grab and that awkward moment.." Marco whispered to himself. "We literally just got close and there's a chance she could like me now.." He thought. "Sorry, I'm here." He said quickly. "Oh. What happened?" He heard across the line. "Nothing.. And uh.. We just.. Walked inside the room when it started raining." He lied, shaking his head and closing his eyes, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh, alright." She said quietly. "So how is she doing?" He spoke up again. Jackie shrugged, "she's alright, I think. I'm supposed to check in on her every once in a while." She explained, messing with her hair as she spoke. Marco nodded, playing with his sleeves. He set the phone down from beside his ear, to on his pillow on speaker phone. "Ah okay. Well maybe.. Nevermind." Marco shook his head, interrupting himself. "Maybe I'll forget it ever happened if I just ask Jackie to hang out again." He thought, as Jackie spoke across the line. "Wait whaaat no you can't do that with me!" Jackie sang out, shuffling to lay on her back instead of her stomach. "Ahh, okay okay." Marco began. "Do you want to hang out Friday after school? They're having a music festival then and I was hoping maybe.. I was just kind of hoping.. You might wanna go hang out..?" He faded a little, asking quietly through the phone. There was a pause. "Like a date?" He heard her say, as his face went red. "WH- I Me- I mean...?!" He stammered. "Uhh.. Augh.." He mumbled. "Uhh not unless you want it to be like that..?" He said in a more questioning tone. "Well guess what, Diaz?" She spoke again. ".. Yes?" He asked. "I'd be glad to go on a date with you to the music festival." Jackie calmly said over the phone to Marco. At this point, he'd paused. "Wait, really?" He asked. "Mhm." Jackie responded positively. "Wow.." He thought to himself. "A-Awesome.." He smiled. "Yeah, I'm gonna go check on Star again so I'll call you back tomorrow morning or something!" She exclaimed. Marco nodded, smiling wide. "Okay! Talk to you later?" He asked in a hopeful tone. "Talk to you later, Diaz." She smiled, and hung up. He sighed, and let himself smile a goofy grin. "That easy.. Huh." He mumbled with a smile plastered on his rosy face. He turned his light off, and hopped back into his bed, pulling the covers over him as he stared out the window beside him, and up to the misty moon. But something didn't feel right, as he gleamed to the big fluorescent moon.
I wonder what could possibly feel so wrong.