Something Missing

Authors Note

Hey guys, the names Roll Call, this is my first fanfic so yeahhhh. Well, all I can say is Bring on the critiques! Don't be shy people, that's how I learn. I plan to make this story into a multi-chapter one in lieu of season three. I don't know exactly how long this story will be, but it'll be enough for me to get the story done. So without further ado enjoy the story.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Vs. The Forces of Evil, the owner would be the actual creators of the show itself.

There was something missing this morning but, a certain Brown eyed Latin American teenager couldn't put his finger on it. Everything from the time he woke up that morning to the time he sat with his mom and dad for breakfast burritos, he just couldn't put his finger on it. The boy was obviously thinking really hard about this, as his parents had noticed.

"Are you ok Marco? You seem to be quite buried in your thoughts this morning." Marco's mother had said.

"Oh leave the boy alone my sweet; Marco is just tired from having too much fun last night with all his friends, isn't that right Mijo?" his father had said in his explanation of Marco's behavior

Well that certainly was a part of the problem that Marco had that morning. Last night his family had thrown a party to celebrate the start of summer vacation. According to Marco's memory everything had gone exceeding well and dare he say perfect. After all he got to party with his friends, and best of all got to hang out with his, (finally got the courage to confess to albeit shady details of how that happened) girlfriend Jackie Lyn Thomas. But for some reason ever since that morning when he got up from bed, he had felt something was off. About last night but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Yeah I'm all right, like dad said I'm just a little tired is all" Marco had replied half said to his parents and the other half to himself.

"You see our little man is just tired" His dad remarked.

"Well ok then, if you are feeling tired, maybe you should stay home today, instead of going to the school today sweetie." His mom said worriedly looking at Marco to see if he was sick.

Although school had closed for the summer, Marco had signed up for some community service hours to be a summer counselor for middle schoolers coming to the summer camp that the school was hosting. Normally Marco wouldn't have volunteered for such an assignment since it would be basically wasting his summer vacation away on such a stress inducing activity, as watching over a bunch of middle schoolers. But when the principal had asked Marco to do the job due to his "safe kid" reputation he was about to flat out refuse the man, but before he could his girlfriend; (since that night at the dance a few weeks ago, he still wasn't sure how he actually asked her out, he reasoned it was just his nerves making his memories foggy), Jackie had said she would be willing to help out, after all she had explained she decided to earn a few community service hours for college applications. So Marco decided to agree to hang out with his girlfriend for the summer.

"No, No its ok mom really I'm sure my fatigue will go away soon enough" Marco had replied, not wanting to miss a single opportunity to hang out with Jackie, this summer.

"Well ok than sweetie, just don't overdo it ok, and if you are still tired just give mommy a call to pick you up ok?" His mom had said.

"Moooom, I'm not a kid anymore geeeez…." Marco complained while rolling his eyes.

"Now Marco mind your mother." His father said sternly

"*Sigh*, yes mom I'll give you a call" Marco said exasperated.

"That's a good boy" His father replied.

As the Diaz family finished their breakfast and while Marco headed upstairs he still couldn't get rid of the feeling something was wrong, like something or ….. Someone was missing. As he finally reached the top of the upstairs he passed a the empty room to the left usually reserved for the Diaz families impromptu foreign exchange students to stay. The last person was Gustav from Scandinavia who came around a few months ago. But weirdly enough even though the room had been vacant for months, Marco opened the door to the room as if it was almost natural to do so. And was about to say a name, but nothing about what he was about to say made sense, as he realized what he was doing a strong sense of melancholy came over him, he had no idea why he was feeling this way and it was frustrating him. He didn't feel this way before today and every time he thought of the events of last night's party and was trying to figure out, what was causing him to become so frustrated, confused, sad, and … angry all at the same time. As he surveyed the room he had a feeling that this room was supposed to look different than it does, something more colorful, more spacious, and ….. more magical? But instead all he saw was just a generic guest room with a single bed, a desk with a mirror and a simple walk in closet, basically everything normal. As he finished his inspection of the space he wondered why he was even looking at the room like this, after all what did he really expect to find in here, he had been in this room a multitude of times and things hadn't changed at all. But then again he wondered why he was feeling what he did.

"Darn it why am I feeling this way, and why did I come in here, no one's been in here since Gustav came by last. *Sigh* I need to get out of here and clear my head." Marco said as he leaned against the door frame messaging his temples with his hands.

But as Marco began to close the door a sudden thud sounded from the room. Marco was startled, he quickly reopened the door to listen for the sound again, but after another second of silence he dismissed the it as his imagination, and began to exit from the room again. But then the same thumping came again much louder this time, and Marco quickly re-entered the room searching for the sound quite confident that it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him, as he walked to the middle of the room listening, the thumping sound came again, this time in the direction of the closet, now the sound came more frequently from the direction of the closet, and as Marco drew closer to the closet a wave of nausea came over him, his vision becoming more cloudy, and every ounce of his instincts trained in the art of safety told him to run and never step foot in this room ever again. But nevertheless he couldn't stop, as the thumping became louder and louder, he reached for the doorknob, and began to twist the knob which would reveal what was behind the door.

"MARCO!" A voice called from behind him

He whipped his head to see who yelled out his name, he saw standing there was a figure he hadn't seen since last night, the person (that quite frankly sounded completely hysterical) was. Jackie Lyn Thomas, his longtime crush and recent girlfriend

" Ahhhhh! Jackie? … What … um what are you doing here" Stammered Marco, as he jumped away from the closet quite surprised at her sudden appearance. "And why did you yell my name like that?"

"Sorry Marco but I called your name like, a few times; it was like you didn't hear me." Replied Jackie in her west coast Skater girl kind of voice. "Your parents let me up since after all we do have a bunch of kids we promised to look after for summer at the school today." Jackie stated. While looking at the reaction Marco just made at her announcement; "I'm sorry Marco did I scare you" Jackie asked rather coyly.

"What? Me? Scared? pshhh …. As if, I was just ummm….. I was ummm… doing jumping excersises is all " Marco said rather coolly trying to save some face from the little jump scared he suffered when she yelled out his name. "Besides bad boys don't get scared" he said in a rather high pitch-wannabe tough guy voice, which made him cough at the end.

The attempt Marco made to sound tough got a rather strong laugh from Jackie.

"Well tough guy, now that your warmed up, you wanna get going to school before the kids show up? Jackie asked.

"Huh? School? " Marco asked still trying to recover from the sudden squeak in his tough guy voice.

"Yeah, you know the summer counselor job we took for community service hours? Or did you forget?" Jackie asked in a rather amused tone.

"No, No, I didn't forget." Marco replied finally remembering why he got up this morning. "I just have to go to my room to finish getting ready is all.

"This isn't your room?" Jackie asked

"No it's not." Replied Marco

"Well what were you doing in here than, you know besides working out" Jackie quipped. "Now that I take a look at it, it does seem to be pretty empty to be your room." Commented Jackie as she took a quick survey of the room.

Having never seen Marco's room Jackie wouldn't know if this was or was not his room, Marco thought.

"Yeah this isn't my room; this room is usually for all the foreign exchange students that come through my house stay." Marco replied trying to change the subject.

"That's really cool, so you guys must get a lot of students that come through to have an extra room like this huh?" Jackie asked

" Hmmmmmm well it's more of a on and off kind of thing, but yeah quite a few people have come through, I mean did you see all those pictures of kids that were on the wall in the living room" said Marco

"Ha, Ha I was meaning to ask what those picture were about since last night, I was thinking they were all your relatives." Laughed Jackie "so who was the last person who stayed in this room?" Jackie asked

"Oh that would be a kid from Scandinavia, his name was Gustav. And man that guy was great he made the best meatballs." Said Marco in a rather nostalgic manner.

But suddenly Marco felt a twinge of lingering doubt that Gustav was actually not the last person to sleep in this room. He fell into a rather deep thought process to see if his memory was right, Jackie had seen macro's expression of doubt towards the question of whether or not the boy from Scandinavia was the last person to stay here.

"Sooo…. Anyway you didn't answer my question, what were you doing in here anyway if this isn't your room?" Jackie asked so the subject could change.

"Hm? Oh nothing really I thought I heard a sound coming from the closet so I decided to check it out."

"Really I don't hear a thing?" Jackie said tilting her ear to see if she could hear the noise as well.

"Yeah you're right I don't hear it anymore"

The noise had stopped thumping ever since Jackie had called out his name.

"It was probably just your imagination; I mean you went to bed quite tired last night right after the party." Jackie reasoned

Marco thought of that as a possibility after all he did remembered being exhausted last night. But as he thought about last night yet again, a wave of nausea washed over him causing him to hold his head in his head.

"You ok?" Jackie asked concerned at his reaction.

"I'm good, it's …. It's nothing"

"You sure? Are you sick?" Jackie asked again stepping up to Marco to check if he was feeling sick

"No, No it's probably a non-alcoholic type hangover is all." Marco said trying to shake it off.

"Well ok, just take it easy than." Jackie kissing Marco's cheek. "Are you sure you're up for today?"

"Yeah, I'm good after all we did promise to be there to help at the summer camp right?" Marco said shaking off the uncertainty about his feelings about the room and last night.

"speaking of which we should probably go we don't want to be late right, besides it was probably just a mouse or something, and it's probably gone since it's not making any more noise" Jackie said with a smile pulling Marco towards the door.

"Yeah you're probably right, just give me a moment to get my stuff my room and I'll meet you downstairs." Marco said smiling

"OK don't be too long Marco" Jackie said as she gave another kiss on his cheek, and headed downstairs giving the room one last look.

"Sure" Marco yelled after her, smiling from ear to ear. As he went into his room he went and scoured for his favorite, trademarked red hoodie and checked himself one more time in the mirror to see if he looked ready for the day. But in the mirror he could see a red string fraying from his sweater as he started to look for something to cut it off with; he spotted a pair of scissors on the desk as he went to pick it up the design of the scissors was quite unfamiliar to him.

"Huh I don't remember ever having scissors like these"

After all for the "safety kid" who'd usually have the safer kind of scissors like what kids used usually. But this scissors were the more adult sharper kind, with a blue Handel, and a red kind of flame looking emblem in the action part of the tool. As he examined it further he could tell the scissors were not of the cheap kind, the blades itself had such a pristine surface Marco could see his own perfect reflection on it.

"Oh well just got to be careful with these." Marco said as he couldn't find another pair

As he cut the thread, the blades actually sparked.

"What the heck!"

Marco dropped the scissors in a flash due to the sudden spark. As he looked at the scissors now on the floor he could see something was different, on the blades, on the pristine surface was his name was embedded in a glowing sort of way.

"What is going on?" Marco breathed out

Marco ever so slowly approached the scissors and picked it up very carefully. And opened and closed the blades again repeating the action and every time a spark would ignite.

"This is sooo not safe, it's downright dangerous" Marco said to himself

And before he could examine the scissors more, he could hear his Father calling for him.

"MARCO! It's not polite to keep a Lady waiting for so long son"

"Coming!" Marco replied back

Not knowing what to do with the scissors and its apparent lighter like action he stowed the scissors in his desk and ran downstairs. Making a note on figuring out what to do with it when he got back.

As Marco came down he could see Jackie talking with his parents on the living room couch.

"My goodness, Mijo what took you so long" His father asked

"Oh nothing I just had to find my sweater is all" Marco said not wanting to say anything about the scissors just yet.

"But I'm good to go now" Marco exclaimed

"Hmmm… you certainly look better from this morning" his mother said as she looked him over

"Yep healthy as a horse ha ha'" Marco replied in a convincing tone.

Jackie herself looked him over as well and was weirdly satisfied about something and nodded to herself.

"Well if you're ready let's get going" Jackie replied as she got up

"Sure I'm ready to go"

As Both Marco, and Jackie Moved to the door both his parents guided them out.

"Bye you two, good luck! Don't try to show fear remember Middle schoolers can smell it." His father yelled as they moved out of the house.

"Oh Boy middle schoolers" Marco said dreadfully

"Oh come on now Marco after all we were middle schoolers too once before." Jackie said in an amused tone.

"exactly, so I know what were up against." Marco replied

At his reply Jackie gave a small chuckle.

"come on Marco we're going to be late at this rate" Jackie said as she gave Marco a nudge and ran ahead of him calling for him to follow her.

"Heh" Marco said to himself, and ran after her, with all the feelings he had that morning of something missing forgotten for now. Of course he still had to decide what to do with those scissors but right now, he should focus on taking control of his fear from the dreaded Middle schoolers.

** From High up on the roof from the house across the street a figure crouched in a black coat resembling that of a trench coat, the figures clothes obviously not of the current world, wearing a deep hood to obscure their face. Watching the two teenager's race down the street. Out of the figures coat a red scaled lizard climbed out and settled on their shoulder also appearing to look out towards the teens.

"Well that certainly was a close one huh, the boy almost found out right away" the figure said to his lizard as the figure petted the lizard on the head. Making the lizard create a pleasant tone to the action.

The lizard again makes another hissing noise and bobs its head towards the Diaz house

"Hmm? Yes I know he still has those dimensional scissors."

The lizard makes a questioning look on its face.

"Well … we can't make it unfair for the boy now, can we?" The figure says with a laugh.

And with another glance towards the two running off into the distance, the figure stood up.

"Well …. Guess we'll have to keep watching them for now, at least until I'm satisfied."

And with that the figure disappeared in a quick flash of light.**