( for the day one prompt of starco week 3, s/o to fullertoons for the au, may contain cursing )

12:30 at night. But did it stop him from working on his motorcycle? Nope.

Star had a long day at school. The only thing she wanted was to catch up on some zzzs. And yet, here she is, fully awake and annoyed from the sounds coming from the garage.

Makes her wonder why she's friends with this guy.

Now fully pissed off, she stormed herself downstairs, all the way to the garage. Once she got to the garage, she saw the bad boy herself, fixing the motorcycle while listening to the boombox on full blast.

As loud and pissed off as she could, she yelled, "MARCO!"

He lifted his helmet visor up and saw the princess staring at him with an angry goddess look. Star was lucky enough to have him hear her from all the hardcore metal that was playing in max volume.

"Oh, hey, Sleeping Beauty!" Marco shouted back. "Had a great beauty rest?"

"Of all the time in the universe, you pick now to blast that god-forsaken music and work on this piece of junk?!"

"Well, sorry if your beauty sleep was cut short because my bitch needed a fix-up! You know, my parents wouldn't give a shit about me fixing her."

"I AM NOT LIKE YOUR PARENTS!"

"Pfft, you sure as hell act like them."

Without hesitation, Star rushed toward Marco and held a tight grip on his hoodie. Marco had a closer look on that angry goddess look, except he could've sword he gazed at an blazing fire into her eyes.

"Listen here, Marco Diaz!" she screamed into his face, squeezing her wand. "I've dealt with you for nearly half a year, but I've had it up to here with your shenanigans! If you don't cut this out right now, so help me, I'll-"

"What, blast me?" Marco rudely interrupted. "I'd love to see you try."

"I will do it!"

"Then go for it. I ain't afraid of you. And I know damn well you ain't afraid of me. Besides, lord knows I've handled much worse. I've taken multiple hits to the head, I wouldn't mind a narwhal blast to the face, or whatever the hell it's called. So c'mon now. Hit me with your best shot."

She was afraid to do it. Her grip with both the wand and the hoodie was starting to lose control. But an eager Marco was extremely begging for it, as he continued to shout at her saying to do it. Although, no matter how annoying, vulgar, and stupid he is, she didn't have the urge to beat him up. Because in the end, she still loved and cared for him.

She controlled her grip on the wand again and decided to blast the boombox playing that awful music. Marco turned his head towards the pieces of the busted player as he felt the grip of his hoodie gone away. And after all that, he gave her a dirty grin on his face.

"I knew it," he said with a smile. "I fucking knew it. I knew you didn't have the guts to hit a guy like me. And you know why? Because you love me."

"Keep telling yourself that," Star replied. "You'll be less annoying now that you're boombox has been shattered to pieces."

Once she said that, he pulled out his phone and played the same hardcore metal music on full blast.

Fed up, she told him, "You're an asshole."

Marco sticked his tongue out and went back to work on his motorcycle.