Prompt: Marco bothers Jackie because he's an ass who wants to talk about feelings.

Haunting

Jackie deserved a break. She's tired.

By break, she means going into deep slumber without a chance of waking up, possibly ever. She just came back from a series of events which involved night and shift. No such person would disturb her or anyone at this ungodly hour. There's simply no one.

"Jackie! Jackie open up! Jackie!"

Unless you're an ass named Marco Diaz.

Now Jackie has always been an extrovert. She loved talking to people, getting to know them and all that. She's all for being friendly but sense of her philosophy faded away as she angrily stomps out of her room and about ready to give the guy an earful.

Of course, as much as she wanted to, she lacked the energy since she mustered all of it to throw the front door open. Stupid, oblivious Marco padded into her house without any explanation other than incoherent mumbles.

The ground tilts underneath Jackie, so she slowly made her way to the couch, one hand on her forehead.

"Okay" Says Marco. "I'm freakin out! First of all, thank you for letting me in–I need your help… That is… I think… I am… I don't–I'm feeling… Oh fuck! I really need your help!"

He's all over the place with his voice encasing all four walls. Jackie motions for him with one hand while the other still massaged her head.

As Marco drew closer, thinking Jackie might tell him something, she pulls on his hair. Hard.

Marco cries out in pain, falling onto his knees. "Ow! That fucking hurts you know!"

"It's 3 in the fucking morning!" She growls. "Three in the fucking morning, you idiot!"

"I know that, okay?" Marco continues to pace like a madman. "But you have to help me out! Shit!"

Jackie sighed in defeat. She knew if she spent more time trying to argue with the blockhead, he's not gonna leave her house until she helped him.

"Alright Diaz" She crosses her arms impatiently. "You gotta start making sense before I shove my skateboard up your a–"

"I can't fucking sleep!"

Jackie looks up at him with a glare, three seconds away from committing a crime of murder.

"She's distracting me!" Marco yells in frustration.

"I don't deserve this! Star Butterfly doesn't deserve this! I'm going back to bed" Jackie stands up and sneers at the petrified expression on Marco's face.

"What? You think I didn't notice? You're subtle as a gun and she's oblivious as a rock!"

"Jackie please!" Marco begs on his knees because he's desperate and shameless like that.

"You know me too well! You have to help me!"

"Let go you idiot!" She tiredly kicks him on his face but it was all hopeless. Again, realizing she's not going anywhere unless she helps him.

"Fine!" Jackie snarls, waves her hand dismissively so as for him to continue before she sinks back on the couch.

"Alright" Marco straightens and nods. He looks at her general direction as if to find the correct words but instead he just opens and closes his mouth several times, her patience wearing thin.

"Marco!"

"Okay okay" Marco runs his hands in his hair nervously.

"Star… She's… She's shining"

Jackie gives him a flat look. "She's shining" She repeats.

"Yeah" Marco paces again. "She's too bright! She's always–like always so in focus when you look at her. She stands out and everything just blurs behind her like what is up with that? She's fucking flashing!"

Jackie stays silent throughout all this. No word sits right with how ridiculous Marco is being right now as he turned to her expectantly, "I can't get her out of my mind! What should I do? Should I–should I go talk to her? But that would be ridiculous right? What would I say?"

Marco kneels in front of her. He's looking at her as if she should know how to solve his problems. Jackie stares back, equally unimpressed. Marco keeps on staring. The idea of two young adults dressed in nothing more but pajamas talking about Star Butterfly at 3AM not registering in his brain as something ridiculous.

When silence overtook the house as Marco just sat in front of her with a desperate look on his face, she snaps.

"Well what do you want me to fucking say?! Do I look like a matchmaker to you?! If you can't tell already our relationship didn't work out!"

Marco nods his head at this. "I certainly could tell"

"Okay now then?" Jackie snarls, both arms in the air aimlessly. "How the fuck would I know how to get Star to like you? Huh?!"

"But you're engaged!" Marco counters. "Congratulations by the way. But how the fuck did that happen?!"

"Like I would know!" Jackie sinks back on the couch with a more prominent headache.

"You don't know?"

Jackie narrows her eyes at him as to why it came to him as a surprise. She now wondered why they dated in high school.

"Of course I don't know! It just sort of happens! That's how life works!"

"So you mean to tell me" Marco stares at her with wide eyes. "I am doomed?"

"Yeah" Jackie takes in satisfaction as she stares at Marco's horrified face. "You are royally fucked, my friend" She smirked.