little does he know

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marcos POV:

i walked home instead of being on the bus. i was hoping i would have see star why i walked home , but i didn't .

'MARCO!'

someone screamed down the lane . the caught up with me.

'marco diaz , why didn't you stop ? take these.'

it was my mom , she had just got back from cost co. we walked home why both eating a bagel cover in nutella .

'so how was school ?'

'stress ful .'

'why darling ? why ?'

'well star-'

my mom stopped me , she was panicked .

'STAR NOT AGAIN.'

we both ran to the door way . no blood , just a note,

- dear too whom is reading this . my dear star here blacked out why we are out . I'm not going to tell you what we were doing because that stays between me and her. if you want anymore into about when she blacked out plz just ask her.'

'marco bring star in ill go get the water.'

i fire man carried star into the house and lay her on the sofa

'ok marco stand back.'

ice cold water was thrown over star , her dress got lighter and her hair got darker. she woke up and took a deep breath .

'w-what happened ?'

'you woke up.'

i said hugging her tight

'no marco I'm dead.'

'oh star thank god your ok , do you need anything ? paracetamol ?'

'do you have any head ace tablets?'

'no but ill nip out and get some , marco watch star and call if anything happens.'

she slammed the door and scared star out of her skin

'star where the hell did you go ?!'

'just out with my um.. uncle .'

'really ?'

'yes uncle marten'

'ok'

we sat in silence , the sound of a click just filled the room . i looked down at star , here eyes looked shattered but then so energised .

'marco stop staring at me , its creepy.'

'sorry.'

i blushed and looked down at my hands .i grabbed the remote and switched the tv on. the worst tv ever was on-

'friends ? i love this show.'

'ha sames.'

star bounced off the sofa and onto the floor . she was really cute staring at the tv , nothing else hit her eye apart from joey saying 'how you doin ?''

'star ? maybe you shouldn't be so close to the tv'

'ok , maybe .'

she pulled back onto the sofa . i looked at star again , but this time she looked back

'marco why are we staring at each other ?'

'i-i don't know.'

'maybe we should stop.'

'yea.'

we both didn't look away

'why didn't you look away?'

'i-i can't.'

we sat in silence again . our eyes in full contact , i couldn't look away and neither could she .

'star ?'

'yes ?'

'can i kiss you?'