A/N: When You Cried: Chapter 1: Don'y Cry, Okay?
Star Butterfly sat in her new room, feeling particularly sad today as she looked around at her new surroundings and sighed. Her parent's choice to send her Earth had happened over three months ago to this date, but the painful feeling of longing to be back home was settled deep in her heart, making it still hurt as if it was a recent event. With another soft sigh, she looked at the unfamiliar walls of her three month older bedroom, and gently reached out to touch the softly colored walls. Marco had chosen the color for her recently, thinking that maybe the bright color would cheer her up a little.
"Star?" The gentle voice, belonging to her friend Marco, tore her away from her thoughts. "Whats wrong, Star?"
"W-what? Oh, nothing." She lied, sniffling quickly as she started wiping her button nose onto her bed sheets. "I'm fine, Marco."
Sensing the lie, Marco nodded his head as he walked over to the side of Star's bed that was unoccupied, and sat down next to her. With a soft sigh of his own, he turned to her slowly and placed a gentle yet protective hand on her shoulder. He could sense Star's unhappiness, and was now taking it upon himself as her friend to think of a way to cheer her up, though he didn't have much of an idea, as Star was really the first person he ever really had to comfort. Still, he was willing to try for her sake.
"We can talk about it if you want." He said, the one shoulder hold soon becoming an awkward side hug. "If you want to, that is."
"N-no, I'm fine." Star sighed as she sank into the hug for a few moments before gently pushing out of it, taking her new found freedom to fix her headband carefully, only to knock it further our of its place. "I'm okay."
"Okay, if you say so." Marco muttered, frowning softly at the tilted head band and fixing it for her.
"Marco, I just need a nap is all." Star said, offering a very weak smile as she sunk back down into her sheets, allowing Marco to fix her headband once more. "I'll feel better after that..."
With that, she turned slowly away from him as she felt a few tears welling up into her eyes, muttering a quick thanks to him before curling up on her side. Marco sighed softly, and stood slowly before starting for the door, taking his time just in case Star would call out to him in the next few seconds, or if he thought of a sudden idea to cheer her up. He didn't though, and instead he headed out into the hall with a soft sigh. Surely there was something he could do, but he couldn't think about what yet.
"Its not like I can bring her whole planet back down here for her..." Marco muttered as he walked, feeling a certain heaviness in his limbs as he attempted to move down the hall and further from Star's room. "Or can I...?"
With a sudden idea in mind, Marco's eyes lit up as he raced down the stairs and into the living-room. He would need plenty of supplies if he wanted to finish this idea by the time the afternoon was over, so with another sigh, he got to work.
Later:
Star smiled softly at the sound of chirping birds outside, having just awoken from her nap and making it by wiping the dried tears off of her cheeks. After she couldn't hear the sounds of birds anymore, she sat up quickly and went to her suitcase and took out a small picture frame, one that she kept in that bag for safe keeping. The picture in the frame was that of her parents and her, with a bright smile as they stood in front of the same kingdom that Star missed so much. With a soft smile, she stroked a thin index finger down the frame, and she carefully placed it on her night stand.
"I miss my home... But I Marco and his home to help me feel better now..." She said, smiling softly as she got up and headed to the doorway of her room, leaving the photo and the soft walls behind. "I wonder where he is anyway?"
At that moment, a soft 'plunk!' sounded on the other side of the room. Turning her head, Star frowned as she heard several more 'plunks' follow it. Walking over to the window, she gently pushed it opened and looked down. Just below her window, there stood Marco, his hair and face covered in streaks of paint and a bright smile adorned his face.
"Star!" He called up to her, "Come down here! I have to show you something!"
"What is it, Marco?" The blonde asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Just come down and see it!" Marco called, his eyes sparkling brightly as the blonde nodded her head.
Racing out of her bedroom, Star jumped down two stairs at a time before making a break for the front door. Once outside, it was just a quick jog to Marco, who hadn't moved an inch in that time. Upon seeing her messy friend, Star threw her arms around him tightly, happy to see his familiar face.
"Hey, Star." He greeted, allowing the hug. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah, but what did you want to show me!?" Star eeped, pushing Marco back so she could see him better.
"Turn around." He instructed with a softened smile, and the blonde promptly did as he said.
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at what she saw. There, painted on the side of the wall, was a portrait of her kingdom. Every little detail was there, despite being painted by someone who could be labeled as less of an artist. Over the artificial kingdom, there were flaming rainbows and puppies shooting lasers out of their eyes.
"M-Marco... You painted this for me?" The shocked blonde asked, turning just in time to see her friend nod his head.
"D-do you like it? I didn't have a lot of time to finish it before you woke up, so it-" He was cut off by a bone crushing hug.
"I love it!" Star exclaimed, smiling brightly as she tightened the hug. "Thank you, Marco!"
"You're welcome, Star." Marco smiled, returning the gentle hug. "I'm glad you like it."
While it still hurt her a little to think about her home, Star knew things were going to be getting better now, and with her new friend there to help her along the way, she had a feeling that it wouldn't take long at all before she didn't feel homesick at all. With Marco there to cheer her up and protect her feelings, Star felt like she was the luckiest girl on Earth.
Now if only the 'safe-kid' could keep it up.