I'm Not Jealous!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO SVTFOE AND ITS CHARACTERS

After the season two finale which was… interesting, another fic came to mind. Markie/Jarco and Star.

Chapter 1- No Jealousy

"And we kissed! KISSED!" Marco screamed in excitement as he described his joy to his parents. Nothing could get him down. Angie and Rafael hugged their son and jumped in excitement with him- such good news. Star, in contrast walked droopily into the house.

"He kissed!" Angie giggled to her and she showed her a weak one in reply. Her wand flickered green and she cleared her thoughts. The parents stared as she slowly went upstairs and they heard the door shut. "SQUEEEEEEEE!" Angie squealed as if she was a teenage girl, then Rafael joined in with laughter. Marco hadn't expected that much joy. So hadn't Star.

He went to check on his best friend who was in the mist of pillows. "Star?" he called and her gasp came out loudly. The pillows went out of their laid shape and she was revealed. She didn't dare look at him- at all, Jackie marked her property, so it was going to be like that, no more jealousy and her wand flashed green at the whole thought.

"Leave me alone," she said.

"I know you miss your spell book," he told her as he settled on her bed, "with all your family secrets, your heritage, the spells you haven't learned, Glossaryck, signature-"

"Get to the point," she grumbled. That loss was definitely something nobody wanted to be reminded of, gracious no.

"You gotta cheer up, believe, and it will happen," Marco preached in a happy voice, "Like me and Jackie!" she moaned softly and the wand zapped him. "Ow," he yelled and rubbed his arm. "Anyway… are you coming for dinner?"

"I'm not leaving this room for a while," she said coarsely. She was so losing to her struggle to keep her emotions under control. "I mean, yeah, I have a lot of thinking to do…" she told him with more enthusiasm, if that was it.

"Star, what's really wrong?" Marco asked. They were best friends; he could easily tell when she was in distress or agony and things and vice versa. He didn't budge, his eyes locked on her profile.

Could she tell him? Of course, she just needed to open her mouth and all. But it'll mess everything and everyone up, wouldn't it? Questions revolved around her mind to that one question, was she alright? She was a train wreck alright, that bad. The Marco and Jackie thing tore her up, shrivelled her hope, but one thing pressed against her brain- the Blood Moon clearly bound their souls, so why was Jarco a thing?

"I'm scared…" she whispered. Marco cocked his head. She had been deep in thought for a while now. "I just…" His phone rang.

"Jackie! HEY! What's up…?" Marco smiled as Star flopped back unto the bed and covered herself with the pillows. "Sunday! Well, yeah, duh… You've told your mum that we're a thing," he blushed, "now, right? Oh okay. See you later." He said and hung up.

"You should go Marco," Star said from the sheets. "I'm not feeling so… good. And you don't want to catch my gloom," she ordered him.

"WHAAAAAT?" he replied, "I'm going to be here at most if you're sick."

"I'm serious. It's not medical," she coughed. She clutched her stomach tightly and tore through the sheets.

"Jackie's mum is a doctor, and… um," Marco stuttered in panic. A sick princess from a magical dimension was as crazy as, wet socks, and he didn't like wet socks at all.

At the mention of Jackie, Star reacted. Her eyes glowed to pure white while her cheek hearts went green. Mewberty wings grew longer into thick wasp-like wings. Objects in the room started to float around in an ecliptic pattern, Marco was one of them.

In her mind, she watched two figures come to view, like a silent movie; they were black and white with no sounds. A crazy thing in Star's mind- silence. But actions clearly stated more than words. The two seemed to be in a heated argument- that is until one of them rose up a small stick and-

"STAR!" Marco's shriek filled her ears, "Are you alright?"

"Star? Star?" Angie called out, putting her hand on her forehead, "She seems fine," she told Marco. He exhaled in relief. Her eyes went back to her normal huge blue pupils. Her lips were pressed together- a rarely seen face of Star, the serious look. "There's something wrong," Angie stopped smiling and looked worriedly. She hugged Star. And Marco joined in. then Rafael. It was not a hug, hug sandwich, or group hug, it was the hug burrito.

Star's face was pale; this was going to get ugly.