Kidnapped. (A mild Tomco fanfic.)

The red hoodie

Tom walked straight into stars room.
"Why Tom, why don't you come in." Marco said sarcastically.
"You obviously weren't going to let me in were you?"
"Probably not, no. Wait. Are you wearing my Hoodie?"
Tom was in fact wearing Marco's red hoodie that he had been unable to find that morning.
"Star said I could have it...in case I get cold of course."
"Uh. You're a demon. Your feet are literally on fire."
Tom cleared his throat.
"Right, yes yes." Tom whispered "So let's have a look at this rose."
"Marco!" Tom shouted causing Marco to fall back off his chair and go into fight position. (Star only shouted like that when they were under attack.) Tom laughed. He had a deep evil laugh that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Well. Now there's no need for that is there? Come look at this."
"What?" Marco rubbed the top of his head and walked over.
"This rose."
"What about it?"
"It's purple."
"It is?"
"Yes it is. And it's a normal rose that's been set alight not a demon one."
"It is?"
"Yes it is. Which means it is potentially something else that Glossaryk saw. Like a monster or human."
"It is?"
"Say that one more time and I'll slap you."
"Sorry."
"Yes. It is. Have you looked for DNA?"
"Yes."
"Clearly not well enough. Look." Tom pointed a long greyish-purple finger at a long blonde hair that was on Star's bed.
"That's Star's hair."
"No it's not, Star's hair is pale blonde, like the colour of straw or hay and straight. This is dirty blonde and it's got a slight wave."
Marco gave him a strange look.
"What? I obsessed over her for years. Haven't you ever obsessed over anyone before. Say. Jackie?"
"How do you know about Jackie?!"
"Star and I chit-chat."