Here's something that has been haunting me for a few days. Enjoy the first chapter, rated for reasons, AU and slight OOC.
Marco Diaz sat outside his house, a bored expression on his face as he watched cars drive down the street. He sighed and shook his head, "You look like you've had better days, buddy," he looked up in annoyance and saw his friends Tom Lucitor and Oskar Greason walked up to him, "The socially awkward guy from eighth grade down in the dumps. But then again, you've looked worse,"
"Says the asshole who keeps bringing up eighth grade," Marco sighed and Tom chuckled, "Anyway, where's Lemons? He's not with you guys?"
"Blake's out with Jackie," Oskar answered before pulling Marco off the steps, "Speaking of that, we got a date for you tonight, buddy," Marco growled and rolled his eyes, "Ah don't be like that, Marco, we're trying to help our friend." Marco sighed and shook his head, "Well too bad, she's my girlfriend's friend and you're going to meet up with her at Michael's tonight at six,"
"Great…I can't wait," he turned and walked up the steps, "Just get the hell away from my house. I'll see Janna's friend tonight," the two nodded and Marco opened the door and stepped into the house and slammed the door behind him.
Marco sat at a table and looked around in slight annoyance, "Where is she? Those bastards said I'm going to meet up with her at six. Did they meant to say six thirty?" heard the door open, he looked up and saw a woman with reddish-brown hair step into the restaurant and began looking around before walking towards him.
She stopped in front of him and crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "Marco?" Marco nodded and the woman sighed in disgust, "I don't know why Janna would set me up on a blind date with a Mexican mutt!' everyone in the restaurant stopped and looked at the two as the woman sat down across from him.
Marco grabbed his coat, stood up and began walking towards the door, "Well…I guess I'll be leaving now. You have a great evening. Bye," the woman looked back and watched as Marco walked out of the restaurant.
Marco sat in his car and slipped the key into the ignition and turned it and shifted the gear to drive. Before driving away, he heard someone tap on the window. He looked up and saw the familiar woman standing outside of his car. Groaning in annoyance, he opened the window slightly, "What?"
"Nothing, but you're my ride home."
Marco smirked and chuckled, "Have fun walking home," without waiting for a reply. He closed the window and drove away.
Marco pulled up in front of a bar and packed his car. He sighed and shook his head, "I know my friends mean well, but I really wish they'd stop setting me up on these blind dates. Every one of them were the same. They look at me, call me a Mexican mutt and I end up leaving them behind." He looked up at the neon sign and smirked, "Well…that's nothing a cold beer can't fix," he climbed out of the vehicle and walked towards the front door of the bar.
Marco sat at an empty booth, a pitcher of beer in front of him and a half empty glass in his hand, "That's a lot of beer for one person," he looked up and saw a blonde-haired, blue eyed woman around his age sitting across from him.
He groaned and shook his head, "And who the hell are you? The damn beer police?" the woman frowned and Marco sighed, "I'm sorry Miss, I've had a rotten evening and I want to try and forget it," he looked up and slightly smiled, "How about you join me for a drink or two. I mean I just lashed out at you and I think this is the very least I can do to make it up to you," the woman faintly smiled and nodded before picking up a glass and poured herself a drink, "My name's Marco Diaz,"
"Star Butterfly," Marco looked at her and Star frowned and arched a brow, "What? You gave me your name, so I figured I'd give you mine,"
"You…you're not going to call me a Mexican mutt?"
"Why would I do that? You seem like a nice guy, even though you did call me the damn beer police," Marco frowned and Star giggled, "But hey, I suppose I was a little rude, so I say we were even," Marco chuckled and shook his head, "So…what happened? Why would you assume I'd call you something like that?"
"It's a rather long story, but I'll try to summarize it as best as I can. I don't have a great social life and the friends that I do have tend to set me up on blind dates every week and every time I go to them, the woman sees that I'm Latino…well half Latino and they call me a mutt," Star frowned and Marco chuckled as he shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, "I love my friends, they're awesome, but sometimes I want them to stop with these blind dates."
"I know how you feel," Marco looked at her and Star shook her, "Not the Mexican mutt comment, going to a blind date. My friends have been trying to help me and every time I go, the guy is usually an asshole and…well I really wished they let me be and choose who I date." The two sat in silence, drinking their beer.
Marco looked up and slightly smirked, "Hey," Star looked up in confusion as Marco stood up, "Since I'm sure I'm going to get hell tomorrow for leaving my date like that, would you like to come to my place and watch some movies and I could make us some of my famous nachos?"
Star slightly smiled and began teasing him, "Are you sure that's all you want to do Mr. Diaz? Are you sure you don't want to jump the sack?"
"Give me some credit, Goldilocks, I'm not that type of guy," he held out his hand and smirked, "So…would you like to come to my place for a movie and maybe some nachos? I mean it's fine if you don't, but from the looks of things, we've both been having rather shitty days and…" Star smiled and took hold of Marco's hand before standing up.
She looked at him and arched a brow, "Are you going to be okay to drive? We were drinking,"
"Don't worry, Star, I'm not that drunk," Marco assure before the two of them left the bar and walked over to Marco's car.
Obvious Starco story in development here. This is the first chapter of something I hope will be great. Please enjoy everyone and please let me know what everyone thinks.