The next week passed quickly for Marco. School was picking up and keeping him and Star busy. And after her little outburst at the beach, Janna seemed almost to be avoiding him. Which, honestly, Marco appreciated. He wasn't sure how to feel about their encounter in the locker room, and he felt like things could have easily gone a lot further. Every once in a while, his mind danced with images of what could have happened there if he had been a bit more forward. What would Janna have done if he had slid his hands into her bikini? How far would things have gone? Would he have been able to control himself? What would he have done if JANNA was a bit more forward? What if she had slid her hands into his pants? It was difficult not to daydream about this, but luckily school kept his mind off it for the most part.
Star, despite the application of sunscreen, had become pretty badly sunburned. She was absolutely miserable, too. She winced every step she took, and Marco took to carrying her backpack so it didn't dig into her burned shoulders. She was only comfortable wearing baggy clothes that didn't grate as much on her skin.
Friday night, Marco was in Star's room. They were working together on a history project, but Star's sunburn was really irritating her. It had been a hot week, and Marco had a suspicion it was only getting worse with more exposure to the sun. Every time she moved her arm to write something she winced. Finally she got up and said "AHHH, I can't TAKE IT anymore!" and flung off her shirt. She was only wearing a sports bra beneath.
"Star?! What?!" Marco hid his face behind his book.
"Marco, it's fine. I mean, come on, you saw way more at the beach." Star smiled as he uneasily lowered the book. "But now you should put it back up again, because I'm getting naked."
Marco yelped and hid his face behind the book again, but not before he saw Star yanking down the shorts she was wearing. True, he had seen more at the beach, but something about that act was still way sexier than seeing her in a bikini. "Star, why are you getting naked?!" he asked.
"These stupid - OW! - clothes keep rubbing on my sunburn. OW! Even my HAIR hurts it. Ahhhh. Okay, you can look."
Marco dropped the book. Star was completely wrapped up in one of the silk sheets from her bed, her face poking out. "This feels much better! Okay, now let's do this project."
Marco sighed and dropped the book he was holding. "Star, this is ridiculous. You can't go everywhere naked."
Star narrowed her eyes. "Or...CAN I...?"
"NO. I'm going to go see if my parents have something for you to treat sunburn with."
Marco walked downstairs, where his mother was preparing something in the kitchen. His father was off in his study. He had been spending a lot of time in his study lately, actually. "Hey mom, do we have any like, aloe vera lotion or something? Star's sunburn is getting really bad."
Mrs. Diaz nodded idly, absent-mindedly cutting up a cucumber into slices. "Yes, in the bathroom, you can-" then, she stopped short, and gave a tiny smile. "Actually! I have a little home remedy for sunburn. Hold on and I'll whip some up."
Marco waited patiently as his mom mashed up an avocado, water, baking soda and some mint leaves in a small bowl. Then she went to his dad's study for a "secret ingredient," and mixed a few drops of it into the paste. The result was a very smooth looking green gel. "Here," she said. "This will have her feeling better much quicker than anything from a store. Oh, and by the way, your father and I will be going shopping, and we won't be back for a few hours."
As Marco made his way upstairs, he heard his parents peeling out of the driveway. Knocking on Star's door, she answered, clutching the sheet in front of her. "Here!" he said, presenting the bowl to her.
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Diaz plan for grandbabies SVTFOE AU (COMPLETE)
FanfictionYeah sorry I have no idea for a title and a good cover. Yeah I know the picture doesn't make sense now it will make more afterwards. If anyone makes fan made pictures maybe make one I'm terrible at making pictures bye. Yeah I don't know what to writ...