And don't expect too much! This was written by a twelve year old. A 12 year old I tell you. Oh, how old I am now. Lel.
Chapter One - New Girl
"Star and Marco, dinner is ready so hurry up!" Mrs. Diaz chimes from downstairs, the aroma of good food whiffed my nose. It was always like this at the Diaz's household. Filled with warm and delicious food that you couldn't get enough off.
I busted my door open and head downstairs, my stomach grumbling thriving for meat, and meat. As I went down the stairs, I saw that they were all seated by the table now, as they waited for me.
For some reasons, I couldn't help but smile at their warm thoughtful actions. With me finally arriving, I sat beside Marco and almost drooled by the pleasant aroma. Marco notices my gaze and chuckles. "I swear you're going to drool all over that plate."
I pout. "Well, I'm starving."
Mrs. Diaz chimes in, a loving smile etched on her lips. "Well, let's dig in."
"Thank you for the food," we all said in unison and indulged in the dishes Mrs. Diaz cooked. The theme for this dinner was Philippine cuisine. Mrs. Diaz was suddenly interested in cooking, so she was always changing up menus every single time and it was nice.
"So how's school, Star?" Mr. Diaz started up a conversation, the voices on the television in the background.
I paused, my fork in place before mustering a wide grin. "I got in detention."
"My, my, you're a rebel, aren't you, Star?" Mrs. Diaz says in amusement, clasping both of her hands.
"Mom, don't encourage her," Marco groaned her from beside me.
I nudge him playfully by the sides. "You're just jealous, Marco. Whatcha gonna do, safe boy?"
He sighs. "I'm not a safe kid, okay? Geez. I hate it when you call me that."
"But you are."
"Am not."
"Uhuh."
"Na uh."
And that started our small bickering between the things he does that makes him a safe boy and him trying to sound cool and jaded.
. . . .
It was time to sleep and I was rather getting tired. I slowly crept upstairs with slow and heavy footsteps as I let out a yawn.
Then I head to where my room was and stood in front of the front door with all sorts of flamboyant colors and designs. Before I could twist the knob open, I hear a slight creak.
"Just so you know," he muttered, standing in front of his room too--which was just next to mine. "---I'll be a bad boy someday, just wait and see."
I smile tiredly. "Sure, in your dreams at least, Diaz."
"We'll see, Butterfly," he retorts, but not before letting out a yawn. "--good night, Star."
I glanced at him, then smiled warmly. "Good night, Marco."
And so we closed our doors and headed to sleep.
. . .
Morning came faster than expected, and for some reasons I woke up earlier than Marco did. He was always the one who wakes me up. In a twisted turn of events, Marco is still lying down, sleeping.
I grinned, feeling suddenly accomplished that I beated Marco to something he's supposed to be good at. I leaned closer, and bent my knees in front of his bedstand.
[major changes : In the original 2016, Star tries to wake up Marco and then Marco, asleep, pulls Star onto his chest and they both fell asleep until Marco wakes up and realizes Star is next to him.)
"Wake up," I say with hands under my chin, staring at his sleeping state.
He doesn't budge, and still continues on as if nothing happened. For some reasons, I couldn't help myself but stare at him. How his eyelashes were long, or how his brows were relaxed. His hair swept to the sides and his lips pursed.
Maybe if he didn't speak, he'd be popular with the girls. I silently chuckle, adoring his cute, and yet peaceful state.
I want to touch him. That thought made my cheeks flushed red. What am I saying? But....but... Ugh!
Shaking my head, I tried not to outstretch my hand and caress his face, but my fingers would tremble and so was my curiosity. I'm so dead.
My heart raised erratically as my hands finally reached itself close to his face, then oh so gently, cupped his cheeks and then trailed my fingers to his swept hair.
A small smile escaped my lips. There was this weird sensation in my stomach, and it tingles.
"Star?"
I paused, my hand still frozen to his cheeks. He blinks, then realizes how close we were or with my hand on his face.
I blinked, my cheeks turning red to the shade of tomatoes and immediately retracted my hand off his face as I scoot a few spaces away from him. "I-I uh, yeah! I was trying to wake you up!"
"See that, Marco?" I feigned ignorance. "--I beat you! Ha! I woke up earlier than you!" I chuckled in force, my heart still defeaning as he stared at me without saying anything.
Then he sits right up from his bed and yawns, stretching his limbs. He then stands up from his bed and hovers in front of my crouched state.
Marco places a hand on my head and playfully messes with it. "Sure, Star. I bet you didn't did that because you wanted to touch me."
Then he passed through me and all blood rushed to my face.
Curse you Marco!
October 21,2020
