《STARCO One Shots》Im Nothing Two
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"Marco, look. I want you to. I want you to be by my side... Believe me... My mom just." She started to cry more. "She...She...." Marco gave her a hug. "Star, I want you to be by my side.. Or me by yours... when you left...., I....I thought you were gone for good..., and I knew it was my fault... ... I thought....I thought I lost you.....forever...." he cries in her arms. "Marco, I'm going to be okay. I can get Toffee away.... So can my mom, so can my dad, we all can... I believe." She wiped a tear from Marco's cheek, and he looked into her Blue Eyes that matched the beautiful light blue shimmer coming from her room window. He likes looking into her eyes. Why? He didn't know. "Star, What you said earlier, Have you been feeling like that since forever?" She gasped. "The Nothing thing? No. I....I...." and she hugged him in tears. "I've always felt like I was nothing. This-This just a-added to it. Sometimes I feel like I'm not worth anything , or that I'm nothing and no meaning or care to anyone." Marco hugged back and said,"Star, whenever you feel like this, just remember..." he gets her chin, pulls it close, and says,"Your everything to me..," and he kisses
her. Star didn't know what to think. She was caught by surprise. Was she happy?! Did she like it?! Should she?! Marco broke the kiss and turned away. "S-Sorry... It-It just...felt...right...." Star froze. What Marco meant was, the moment was perfect. He couldn't help it, he was a hopeless romantic. The moment just seemed so perfect. Star hugged Marco, and said,"Thanks Safe Kid. You're my everything too..." and they hugged sweetly. In each other's embrace, Star could tell something nagged Marco. "M-Marco, Are you okay?" Marco pulled away, and stared down at the floor, inches away from Star. "I...I feel guilty still...I...I've never been there for you....I hate that I just let you go....I...,I don't want to loose you...I-I.......I was nothing. I'm the one that's nothing if anything.... I'm nothing of what a friend should be....I never support you, I hurt you, and worst of all......." Star looked at her sorrowing and pained friend as he tried to gulp out the last words he wanted to say without crying. She put her hand on his, letting him know that everything was okay. "Marco, you've done so much for me. You've made me more well rounded, you've made me
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More happy, and you've done so many things that I've never seen. Marco, I truly and genuinely mean it. You mean everything to m-" and she was cut off by Marco holding her cheek. She blushed, and looked at Marco. He had his eyes closed, and she understood. He didn't want to kiss her. He just wanted to be close to her. She put her head on his, and they held each other. "Star?" Marco asked. "Yeah?" She asked, still holding him. "I-I think....I think I love you." and she gasped. Suddenly, Marco kissed her again. This time, Star kissed back. They looked at each other, and laughed. Why? Neither of them knew. It was comforting to both of them, they guessed. All Star knew was that she wanted to be in his embrace forever. As they were about to kiss again, Marco said,"Star, you were right....You are nothing..." Star gasped. "But...you're my nothing." and he kissed her again.
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