I Think Earth Is A Pretty Great Place | SVTFOE

9~ // We Need To Talk

Star had walked up to her locker, Marco carefully walking up behind her as she inserted her combo. "Hi, Star..?" He tilted his head, tapping her shoulder. She turned around, and sighed. "What?" She groaned. "Class." He said, as she shut her locker. "Right.." She mumbled, crossing her arms. "Wh- Wait where did you get that?" Marco pointed at her black leather jacket. She slapped his hand away from her, their hands touching for a split second. "Ow!" He took his hand back defensively. "Jackie let me borrow it, back off. And don't touch me." She hissed, brushing her blonde hair behind her ears. He stared at her a second, before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "You literally just grabbed my collar yesterday, and you just hit my hand. Those were started by you." He pointed out, shrugging. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Also little tip." She cut herself off, and stepped in front of him on her toes, only a few inches away from his face. "Don't you ever talk about that art room incident. You may think of it as something else, but that's not it at all." She growled. He felt his fingers and his nose tingle. He stared her in the eye, before she shoved him back and started toward the art room. "You know, what did the book mean anyway? I just want to make it up to you. I'm trying my best already, and I still don't get why you hate me so much. What did I ever do to you?" He asked, upset, as she walked away. She quit walking as she approached the art room door. "..If I didn't meet you, this wouldn't have happened." She yelled, and swung open the door. She slammed it, as Marco sighed. He quickly chased after her. 
 He carefully opened the door, peering inside. He heard mumbling, but not angry mumbling. Almost.. Sad.. mumbling.. He walked in the room, carefully. He shut the door softly, the room had no lights on, only a few windows. The windows didn't do much, though, given it was gloomy once again. He noticed Star standing at a canvas. He slowly walked over to the girl, and paused. "You okay?" He asked. She turned around, and somehow, she wasn't bitter. "No." She admitted, quietly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Star. I really am. I don't think you understand that I'm sorry about whatever I did to you. I'm sorry about whatever is happening to you. I mean that. I need to know what the problem is, because I want to help. I need to help. There's something wrong, and I can tell. And apparently, it's more than we all even think it is." He said a moment. She paused, and turned away from him and back to the canvas. "You do?" She asked, trying to sound bitter. "We need to know what's going on." He emphasized. Star sighed, she felt herself go numb, as she turned around to Marco. "I .. don't care." She muttered, walking away. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back over. "But we do." He explained, almost begging. She sighed, and tensed up. She felt herself trying to think, but unable to because of Marco staring her down. "We isn't good enough. We doesn't care. We isn't what I want. We isn't what I need." She finally said, Marco still holding onto her arm. "Wh- .. What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, Star trying to walk away again. "... You tell me." She paused, then turned back around to him as she began speaking again. "Star!" He gripped her arm, as she tried to walk off again. "Please let me be-" Her voice broke. She quietly started crying, as Marco let go of her arm. She held up her hands over her face, turning away and going to sit in the back of the room, wiping her tears. 

 Star sat in her room, the lights off, and the curtain pushed aside to let a gloomy blue light into her room. The window was left open, letting in warm breezes and the faint sounds of children laughing. The stereo from the corner of her room softly played the main station music. "I'm tired." Star told herself, watching the kids out her window mindlessly goof off. She sighed, and looked to the ceiling. "Why do I feel tingly every time.." She thought, then faded off. 

  "Whatever. Also little tip." She cut herself off, and stepped in front of him on her toes, only a few inches away from his face. "Don't you ever talk about that art room incident. You may think of it as something else, but that's not it at all." She growled, her nose and cheeks rosy pink and tingly. He stared her in the eye, before she shoved him back and started toward the art room. She covered her face, flustered.

She imaged again in her mind. "I wonder if he even felt like that as well.."   She thought. "Probably not. Whatever." She muttered, she plopped backward on her bed. "..Do you think he's thinking about this as well..?" She asked herself. She shook her head, trying to push it away. "Why does that matter? He's a jerk for getting me into this stupid mess." She hissed in her mind. She bit her lip, frowning. "..But why do I feel like I'm okay every time he's around?" She asked herself, furrowing her eyebrows. 

  She paused, and turned away from him and back to the canvas. "You do?" She asked, trying to sound bitter. "We need to know what's going on." He emphasized. Star sighed, she felt herself go numb, as she turned around to Marco. 

Star sighed, thinking back to earlier. "I'm an idiot. Of course he didn't mean just himself. Why does that matter anyway?" She tried to convince herself.

"I .. don't care." She muttered, walking away. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back over. "But we do." He explained, almost begging. She sighed, and tensed up. She felt herself trying to think, but unable to because of Marco staring her down.

Star ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, and held her hands over her face as she thought about it for a while.

"We isn't good enough. We doesn't care. We isn't what I want. We isn't what I need." She finally said, Marco still holding onto her arm. "Wh- .. What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, Star trying to walk away again. "... You tell me." She paused, then turned back around to him as she began speaking again.   

"I'm a complete idiot, of course he's gonna keep being an oblivious idiot. With the way I treat everyone, including him, he's gonna catch on." She shook her head. "Wait what." She paused, realizing what she'd said.

 "Star!" He gripped her arm, as she tried to walk off again. "Please let me be-" Her voice broke. She quietly started crying, as Marco let go of her arm. She held up her hands over her face, turning away and going to sit in the back of the room, wiping her tears.   

Star sighed, an aching in her chest. Her stomach turned, as she balled up on her bed. "I hate this feeling." She mumbled, shutting her eyes tight, as a warm tear almost slipped out. She wiped her cheek on her soft pillow. Jackie carefully opened the door. "You okay in here, Star?" She tilted her head as Star quickly sat up, wiping her eyes with her arm. "Hey what's up?" Star smiled. "Star is there something wrong?" Jackie shut the door and sat down beside her. Star felt her stomach turn again. "I wouldn't do that to her, she's my friend.." Star thought, feeling guilty. "N-No. I'm alright, just a little tired." She sighed. "Are you sure? That doesn't really look like a tired face to me." She frowned. "Oh trust me, I'm tired." Star chuckled, admitting the truth. She felt her heart squeeze a little, before biting her lip. "Okay, I'll let you rest. If there's anything you need, I'm right here." Jackie smiled, standing up and walking to the door. Star nodded, as Jackie gripped the door handle, and shut the white door. Star sighed, and turned to face the wall. "Why do I feel like I can't be myself anymore? What do I even do? What's the point of any of this?" She thought, her mind screaming with crazy things. She shut her eyes tight, in hopes of falling asleep. But instead of just falling asleep, she fell deeper into something else.

God, I wonder what could make me feel so bad.