♡STARCO ~ WHATEVER IT TAKES♡

Chapter33: Day 21 pt. 2

{ M a r c o ' s P O V }

Until this happened..

The car didn't have it's wheels, it had bricks instead.

"What the?!-" I saw a note on the car and it said:

You're really not going to stop aren't you?

Stop? Stop what?

I continued reading it..

Fine then... have fun with the consequences Marco Ubalo Diaz.

Sincerely,
Your worst nightmare.

The ink was red since it read my name.

I actually felt... threatened.

I flipped the paper and I saw another note.

Oh yeah, if I were you I'd keep an eye on that Star of yours.

On Star? What's wrong with Star? Wait.. where is Star?!

"Hijo, it looks like it would only be me and your father going to the supermarket, you two are in charge of the house okay? We'll be back" My mother said. And like that, they were on their way to the mall.

Where do all these notes come from? I examined the paper I was holding. The paper seemed off... it doesn't feel like regular paper... and the ink doesn't seem like it's actually ink.... who could've stolen our car's wheels?

I heard a scream from upstairs.

Star.

I rushed inside, closing the door once I got in. I carefully ran upstairs, I didn't want to slip and fall. It's better to be safe y'know?

I turned her door's knob.

It won't budge.

I heard a muffled voice inside her room. It sounded like there was another person in there.

"Marco!!! Help! Marc- nngh! Mmffllldafgav-" I heard Star said.

"STAR!" I tried opening her door once more.

"Ugh! Come on!" It ticked me off.

I kicked the door openand saw Star being drown by....

A bunch of laser puppies?

"Star! What happened here?!" I rushed to her. "Marco... the puppies... they were too... adorable" her voice was faint.

"Was someone else here?" I helped her got up.

"Yeah... it was glossaryck... he was telling me something about puddings?" She sounded more like she was confused. Well I assume she was.

"Then why did you scream?" I asked her.

"I saw this adorable kitten right here" she took something and carried it close.

It was a black cat with green eyes.

"I'm going to call it.... Chat Noir!" She smiled.

But... isn't that french for Black cat?

"Why not Adrien?" I asked her. It sounds like a fitting name.

"Adrien sounds too... polite and safe and timid.... Chat Noir sounds wild and fun and adventurous! I like it better!" The cat nibbled on her finger.

"Chat Noir then" I petted the kitten.

O O O

I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it out and saw a text.