This is going to be my first story so sorry if it isnt that great. I'll do my best to update as much as possible (probably one or two chapters a week). Enjoy!
(Marco POV)
I opened my eyes to see a familoar face staring at me. Star Butterfly, she was alot of things. A magical princess, craziest person you'll ever meet, monster fighter, my best friend and secret crush. She was wearing something different today. Normally she wears a dress but today she was wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt. Her blonde hair fell down to her waist as usual and her red devil headband was sitting atop her head. Her sea blue eyes seemed to stare into my soul. After a few seconds she realized I was awake.
"MARCO!" She crushed me in a huge hug. I waited a few seconds before she let go. This was the daily routine nowadays. I stood and stretched for a few seconds letting my limbs wake up fully. I looked at her and pointed to the door. "Get out." She nodded and left with her head hanging. Great now I was gonna feel bad bout that. I sighed and got dressed. I never meant to sound mean it just kind of came out that way. I was always grateful for how she always tried to cheer me up even when she knew it wouldn't work. At least she tried. I walked out of my room and downstairs where my parents were sitting with Star talking about who knows what. When they noticed me they quickly stopped talking and a piece of paper vanished from the table. I pretended not to notice. "So what are you guys doing today?" I asked.
"Oh nothing just gonna do some quick shopping. How about you?" My mom tried to sound happy.
"Nothing probably just gonna go for a walk." I grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster. I could see straight through everyone's lies. It was surprisingly easy. Anytime I entered the room everyone got quiet and acted like I was some sort of disease. I couldn't blame them considering no one but Star could talk to me without getting sad. I grabbed my toast and ate it while my parents tried to have small talk. I leaned against the counter and flipped my hoodie up over my head. Then when I was sure no one could tell what I was doing I took a sneak peek at what my dad had snatched from the table. It was some sort of brochure. I read a little bit more before I felt my eyees grow wide form fear. It was for a therapist I finished my toast and quickly exited the house. I headed straight for the only person I could talk to, Brandon. He was almost like a wise old man that you could go to for advice. I had heard a lot of people went to him for advice and decided I would give it a try. I asked what to do about my feelings for Star. He was broken when I met him. I felt so sad whenever I saw him. It was like a piece of his soul had been ripped out of him. Then after the incident he helped me be better than him. He taught me that it was better to release your emotions than keep them bottled up.
He always let me vent to him whenever something was bothering me. I saw him sitting on the roof of his house. I smiled and yelled up to him. He looked down and gave a small smile towards me. I grabbed the ladder from the side of the house and began to climb. When I got to the top I saw he was listening to music. I sat down and waited. After a couple of minuets I noticed he was actually full blown smiling. A shocked expression crept onto my face that I tried to supress. He took out his headphones and turned to look at me.
"Whats bothering you?" My face immediatley morphed to one of disappointment. "
"My parents want to take me to a therapist."
"Good, they listened to my advice." I turned to him feeling anger well up inside me.
"What! Why would you tell them that!"
"Because you need to find the root of your problem. It's not the incident that happened a couple months ago. Listening to you talk it was pretty obvious. You need to find out what's really bothering you and deal with it, or try to convince your parents you don't need to go. Your choice." He laid back and put his hands behind his head closing his eyes. Now I was confused. The root of my problem? What did he mean? I hought on this for a second before noticing someone was watching us. Star was on the ground with a nervous expression on her face. She was at the base of the ladder.
"Can I come up?" I turned to Brandon. "Sure." He yelled down. I was hoping he would say no. It always made me mad the way Star looked at him. I wished she looked at me like that. I mentally slapped myself at that. Stop it be happy for her that she finally got over Oskar. Besides Brandon was a good guy. I actually wouldnt mind her going out with him. Then Star nervously crawled onto the roof. For some reason she had no problem fighting monsters or anything like that but she was afraid of slipping off a roof. She only sat on the ridge of our roof where she could be stable. She sat down and looked at Brandon for a second before turning to me.
"I ummm...have something to tell you." I raised my eyebrow questioningly. She twiddled her thumbs nervously. "Your not going to like it, but..."
"You guys want to take me to a therapist." I said to her surprise. "I saw the brochure." She looked down in shame. "When is it?" She looked up at me with sorty plastered all over her face. Oh no. "Now." I looked down to the street and saw my parents were waiting patiently by the car. My stomach did a nose dive down to my shoes.
