Dance, Dance
Marco was nervous. Of course, that is to be expected. He's nervous alot of times, and it's usually around Jackie Lynn Thomas, and that usually was right now.
This was the week of the Spring Dance, or as the school called it, the Spring Fling, but Marco refused to mention it by that name due to jokes he could make about it. And, without a date, he needed to find a way to dance with her, as she didn't bring a date either.
At this point he was just staring at her. I know, what a fucking creep. He was too nervous to make a move (as per usual) and he just sat there starin-
"HEY MARCO!"
AOgh shit that scared me. It also scared Marco.
"AOgh" He said, then falling over. "Oh! Sorry Marco!" Star said, picking up Marco by his shoulders. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I might've skinned my knees, but I'm alright." He said, somewhat dismissing Star and looking back at Jackie. Star took notice of this.
"ooooooooo I see." Marco then went into attack mode.
"Whatdoyouseeidontseeanythingwhatdoyoumeaniwasntdoinganythingwhatthefuckpleasedontimnotdoinganythinglikewhatdoyouthinkcmongetoffofmycaseimean-"
"OKAY I GET IT! I know what you're up to." Star interrupted. "Of course you do."
"Yyup! And I'm going to help." Marco leaned over and whispered, "oh lord help me."
"What did you say, Marco?"
"Nothing."
"Alright! Your first step is to wait." Star said. "What for what?" Marco asked, confused by the step.
"Wait for her to get punch. After five minutes, ask her if she wants some."
"And if she says no?"
"You're fucked."
Luckily for him, Jackie got up and walked in the direction of the punch bowl.
"Alright, you're ready, take this." She then handed him an earpiece.
"Where did you get this?" "Oh, I keep these on me for emergencies."
He questioned it, then walked over to the punch bowl. He got there, and then realized, he had no idea what to do.
"Star, what do I do?" He whispered into the earpiece.
"Assist her. Ask her if she needs help. You know, the gentleman crap I see on TV all the time."
"Alright."
He walked up to her, full of what he thought was confidence. He really doesn't know what that is so, you can tell what happens next.
"HEy, do you want me to grtt yyouy some pucnhc?"
"Marco, what the fuck was that?" Star said through the earpiece.
Jackie responded with a very wise "no thank you", and walked away with a fake smile.
"Well fuck."
"Well fuck indeed, Marco, well fuck indeed."
"Alright. Step 1 didn't work, so let's step on to step 2. Heh, redundant a bit, don't you think?"
Marco responded with a blank expression.
"Alrighty then. Step 2 is engaging light banter. Talk about a common interest, or, some of her common interests, it's easy. Once again, I'll be on the headpiece, so if you mess up horrifically like you did last time, I'll catch your fall."
"Alright."
Marco looked around for her. After about 25 seconds, he spotted her.
"Hey Jackie."
"Oh. Hey Marco. What happened earlier?"
"Nothing. Something caught in my throat."
"Alright."
"Sooo, do you like any video games?" Marco asked, engaging in the conversation.
"Well, I'm a Nintendo type of person, Splatoon, Splash, etcetera."
Marco went somewhat into a state of panic. He was an XBox person, and he honestly didn't care what Nintendo was doing, or what games they had. So he went along with it.
"Oh yeah! mE too!" Marco said, still a bit nervous.
"Marco! You know you don't play those games!"
Through gritted teeth he said "Shut up!"
"What was that, Marco?"
"NOthing. So back to the games. Yeah, I'm into it."
"Really? Who's your favorite Smash character?"
Marco then thought, "Oh shit."
"Uh, I can't really decide. They're all so good."
"Oh, you're so full of shit."
"Really? Mine is Wario. Did you play Splatfest last night?"
"Uh, yeah! It was fun!"
"Oh, cool, which side were you on?"
"Yeah, try and lie your way outta this."
"I don't recccall."
"Oi."
"How do you not remember? It was just last night!"
"I have bad short term memory."
"Your head and excuses are from the same place. Your ass."
"I have to go. I'll try to catch up with you later, Marco." Jackie then left, knowing that Marco had been lying his way through it all.
Marco reported back to Star.
"I did pretty good, didn't I?" Marco said hotheadedly.
Star slapped Marco, leaving a red spot.
"What's your problem!?"
"I know Jackie pretty well. She sniffs out lies like she's friggin Sherlock Holmes or something! You have boned yourself royally!"
"Well shit."
"Alright. We have to go to step 3. It's the final step, and it's the easiest."
Marco was relieved at this sighing a breath of relief. "Yep, just point blank ask her to dance."
"Hell no. I'm out." He then ran to the door.
Star sighed. "Magic Transportation and Shit." She teleported straight to Marco.
"You're not going anywhere." She then pushed Marco by the back, and carted him away to Jackie.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! THIS IS UNFAIR! I'M NOT READY FOR THIS!" Marco yelled, getting noticed by everyone in the auditorium.
Star dropped him off barely in front of Jackie. Before she walked away, she said, "talk, like Nixon or both the Clintons didn't."
Marco stared at Jackie for a bit. He then gathered his courage.
"Hey, um, Jackie?"
Jackie looked up, and there was a sense of "fuck you" her in her face.
"Would you.. like to dance?" Shaking his head and smiling sarcastically at the "like to dance."
"Here, I'll put it so it doesn't drag on and hurt your feelings that much. No."
She walked away.
Marco was in the bleachers, crying, being consoled by Star.
"I really think it was doomed from the start, but it was a bit rude of her to say it that way."
"No, it's my fault. My confidence was off the arrogance charts and I thought because it was this type of night, I could do it."
He fell down, sighed, and broke down.
Silence.
"If only someone loved me like misery does."
Star felt like she got a shotgun to the heart. She had to help him out.
"Umm." Star said, a bit nervous.
"Yes, Star?"
"Can I get this dance?" Star took out her hand.
"Heh, joke of a romantic."
"Hey, I get it from you."
She says she's no good/with words but I'm worse/barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic or stuck to my tongue
They dance at a fast pace at the beginning, but as the song picked up speed, so did they.
Dance, dance/we're falling apart to half time/Dance, dance/and these are the lies you'd love to lead/Dance/this is the way they'd love if they knew how/misery loved me
"You donut, you picked parts from the songs to talk to me." Star said jokingly.
"Hey, I only speak in song quotes and spanish."
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine/ you've been saving for his bedrest
Marco's mind went dirty here and blushed a bit. Then he got stuck in Star's eyes. And for about 30 seconds, he was staring into an ocean. After those 30 seconds, he realized what was going on, and then shook his head.
"Sorry about that, I had no idea-"
"No problemo."
I only want sympathy/in the form of you/crawling into bed with me
"Yeah Star, I can't take this. I need to use the bathroom." Marco said, stupidly bothered by the lyrics.
"Alright, I'll be sitting in the bleachers."
He went to the bathroom, where a bunch of guys were grooming themselves. You could faintly here the music outside. Instead of checking himself out, he walked to a stall sat down, and then thought.
"I can't like her. No way."
He heard a whistle and a "GET OUTTA HERE!" and he was out.
He walked over to Star, tired, and ready to go home. He looked at his phone, and it read 9:45 P.M. Yeah. He was tired as fuck.
"Star, let's go home." Marco said.
"Alright. Only if you carry me."
Marco blushed at the thought, and then thought, fuck it.
He picked her up bridal style, and walked her home.
That night, Marco had a dream that they slow danced. Nothing super special, but meaningful at the same time.
When he woke up, he was in love.
