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"MARCO!" Star warbles loudly from her room.

I open her door to see her clothes scattered everywhere. Star paces around her room quickly, muttering something about never having the right outfit. Her finger taps her chin impatiently, and her feet pad loudly against the floor.

"What's going on, Star?" I ask boredly.

Star looks up at me with a wild look in her eyes. "I need an outfit! Nothing's right, Marco. Nothing!"

"Just wear a sweatshirt and pants like me, dude."

"But that's your thing," she whines, running a hand over her face.

"Chill out," I say, "I'll help you choose something."

She nods quickly then stops pacing for a moment. "Hey, Marco?"

"Yeah?"

"Would it be alright is Jackie came?"

I stop rummaging through her clothes. My heartbeat is in my ears, and my hands are shaking. "Uhm, I... I don't mind. It's your choice."

Star smiles awkwardly. "I just didn't want it to be weird or anything, especially since everyone knows we're a thing now."

I didn't know you were a thing. 

I smile back at her tightly. "It's all good."

She seems to accept my answer and starts pacing again. Eventually, after a long debate over my "horrible fashion sense", we decide on an outfit for Star. 

We leave the house shortly after and arrive at the movie theater.

Alfonso, Ferguson, and Janna sit around a small table in the cafe area, shooting spitballs at each other. Tom floats boredly next to Ponyhead in the corner, studying his painted nails.

As Star and I approach, Ponyhead zooms toward us excitedly. 

"Star! Earth Turd!" She screams at us.

She and Star start to exchange gossip, so I decide to talk to my other friends. Unfortunately for me, the only one who hasn't disappeared is Tom. Tom looks up from his nails and gives me a soft smirk. I walk up to him awkwardly and lean against the wall next to him as he floats down to the ground.

"I'm surprised your parents let you out in that condition," Tom says, not looking at me.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Are you insulting my clothes? Geez, can't a dude go one day without being judged for his fashion sense?"

Tom laughs a little. "No, I meant like that." 

He gestures to my injuries. I feel stupid now.

I glance over at him after a moment. "I'm sorry for accusing you of spreading that rumor."

Tom looks back at me. "It's all good, man. Don't beat yourself up over it-"

"Marco!" a voice yells from the entrance of the theater.

I look over at the source of the voice.

Jackie.