Hey, chapter 3 is finally here! But today, we're not focusing on Joseph Porter. Today, we're focusing on George Montcroix, and how Star is feeling about Marco and Jackie's relationship.
I know that these updates take like a billion years to happen, but that's because reality takes priority over fanfiction.
I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!
And just really quickly, before anyone asks because it's happened on another site, I won't be accepting OCs to put into the story. I did that with another story on another site and hit a huge roadblock because of it.
Thanks! And again, I hope you all enjoy!
-Rusty
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It just didn't make sense. How come all of these silly little people made such a big deal out of this restaurant? The ambiance of the French-themed bistro was just too… dull. He wasn't sure if that was an insult to France or to the people who manage the decor of the restaurant. Either way, though, thumbs down to them. Not enough fun.
Look at these people! Wine glasses clinking together, couples focusing only on each other and their meals, waiters rushing left and right to deliver food to their customers on a shiny, fancy, silver platter. And people thought it was worth the money!
Oh, but it's 'romantic', they say! Love doesn't exist. That's just the human brain being attracted to another human being or switching its prime directive to reproducing ASAP. None of them could really be serious. None of them could really care about dining in such a fancy environment. It wasn't about romance, nor was it just a bunch of nice gestures. It was all just a building full of people that wanted to get into someone else's pants sooner than later.
Or maybe he was wrong? Maybe it's something totally different? There was no point in trying to figure it out, really. The minds of all the normal people were too complex to understand. Ridiculous, they all are! Insane! Bananas! Bonkers! Completely NUTS!
He must understand them to some degree, though. After all, he was in there, sitting with all of them, dressed in a black and white tuxedo, looking charming as always. It was funny; he was the only one who wasn't eating with someone else. He was so different compared to everyone else, but he was still the same. He kept catching women taking quick glances at him, meaning that he was definitely doing something right with his appearance.
If only they knew how his mind looked.
He couldn't blame them, though. He was hand-some! He couldn't help but feel bad for all the women ogling at him. Well… no, he didn't - no, he couldn't feel bad for them. They didn't deserve someone as intellectually superior as he was.
He surveyed each and every person that he could catch in his line of sight carefully, picking out every detail and learning more and more about the respective person by means of deduction. One man was on a date that he was dying to go on, and the woman he was eating across from was dissatisfied. She was one of the women taking a few looks at him instead of her disappointing date.
His eyes came across a beauty that nearly made his heart stop. There she was, shining like nothing he'd ever seen before. Shining brighter than a star in the night sky, even!
It wasn't a woman. It was her wedding ring. Or, more specifically, the diamond on the ring.
He wanted that diamond, and he was going to get it.
The woman with the ring and her husband hadn't gotten their food yet, so he still had a perfect opportunity to get the diamond as long as the waiter's eyes were in sight as soon as he arrived to serve them.
He waited almost a whole fifteen minutes and saw a waiter finally approach the couple he'd been eyeing for so long. George took out a mirror, placed it under the light that hung from the ceiling and above the table he was seated at and reflected the light into the waiter's eyes.
As planned, the waiter was stunned by the sudden blinding light and dropped the big, lidded platter of food all over the couple's table. Hot soup spilled all over the woman and her husband, evoking screams from the both of them. The waiter started to panic, and ran away, probably to fetch help. Eyes from all over the dining room were glued to the couple, now in pain and in humiliation.
The couple stood up and went outside - his cue to follow - to avoid gaining any more attention than they already had. He knew that it would be suspicious if he followed the couple, so he decided that it was time to use something fun, loud, and destructive to overshadow, or maybe even cover up their possible disappearance.
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"Ugh! I can't believe that waiter!"
"Honey, you do have to consider that there was light shining in his face! It certainly wasn't his fault!"
"Oh… I know, it's just… I wanted this night to be perfect. This is our first date since our marriage last week!"
"I can't blame you for that, but that still gives us no reason to blame it on the waiter."
"Yes, I suppose. Whoever shined a light into his eyes is to blame!"
"You can say that again!"
"And now my dress is ruined! This cost so much!"
"Don't worry. We'll make the money back up eventually. Now let's get out of this alley and try to call a cab, eh?"
"Of course, Jackson."
"Excuse me, but are you two alright? I saw what happened inside, and I just couldn't help but feel horrible for the both of you!"
"Oh… erm… yes, sir, we're alright. Thank you."
"Oh, but are you? Your dress is ruined, your husband's tux is trashed, and you've probably got burns all over you! Surely there's something I can do to help?"
"Well… if you don't mind, we could use a ride home."
"Jackson! We shouldn't make him drive us home! That's asking too much for someone we've just met!"
"Oh, no, no, no! It's alright! I'd be delighted to drive you both home! I'll need directions, of course, but I'd be happy to!"
"Oh, you're just too kind, sir!"
"It's not kindness, it's decency."
"I don't know how we'll ever repay you, sir!"
"Oh, you won't have to, erm… Jackson, was it?"
"Yep!"
"You'll not be having to pay me back! I'd love to help you two out anytime!"
"Thank you, mister… uh…"
"Oh, you can call me George. George Montcroix."
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"Jackson Mertins and Maya Mertins, a couple that married about a weeks ago, went missing last night after a waiter working at 'La Cuisine' spilled hot soup all over them. Cameras show that light had reflected into the waiter's eyes, causing him to spill the platter of soups onto the table and into the couple's laps. The couple quickly left the restaurant and seemed to have been followed by an unidentified man. More on that later, but first, we're going over the effectiveness of the new-"
The TV's screen zapped into blackness in an instant.
Star's arm was outstretched, and in her hand was the television remote, her thumb planted on the big, red power button. She never liked watching the news, but it was the only thing she felt like she could watch without Marco. Her and Marco spent a lot of time watching a lot of different things on TV, but it just didn't feel the same without her 'bestie'.
Unfortunately, he was rather busy lately. He had just gotten into a relationship with his lifelong crush, and he couldn't be happier spending time with her. As happy as Star was that Marco was finally happy, she was… jealous. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew it well. Now that Marco and Jackie were a couple, she wouldn't get nearly as much time with Marco as she did before.
This was bad for her, too, because she, over a certain period of time on Earth, had developed a crush on Marco. Now, she had a nice, whopping goose egg of a chance with him.
And she was heartbroken over it.
The hearts on her cheeks were cracked from the top down to the center, and her eyes were more watery than usual. She almost found it hard to believe that she was this broken up about Marco, but then again, this is Marco she was talking about.
She was crazy for him.
And now he'd never know without it being totally awkward. Not that it wouldn't be awkward anyway, but now it'd just be more awkward.
"Hey, Star!"
"AH!"
Star jumped at the sudden greeting. She turned quickly and saw him.
Marco Ubaldo Diaz.
"Marco! Don't scare me like that!" Star said, glaring at him.
"Heh, sorry. Anyway, I just figured I'd ask you a favor," Marco said.
"Oh? What'll it be? You need me to make you manlier for Jackie, eh? Need me to cast a lovey-dovey spell on you?" Star joked, getting all up in Marco's face.
"No magic, thank you! I'm not in the mood for the world's biggest beard again, or anything even remotely close to that!" Marco said, waving his hands 'no'. "I just need you to tell me which type of cologne smells better," Marco said, holding up two incredibly similar bottles of cologne.
"Okay!" Star said, grinning. "How come?"
"I wanna smell good for Jackie."
"Oh. Right."
"So…" Marco began, "Should I spray each one on your wrists or mine? Or like… on your dress or my hoodie? I… it's up to you," Marco said.
"Hmmm… here, put them on my wrists, since you've probably already tried putting one on. I don't wanna mix up the scents on accident!" Star said.
"Well… I'd be lying if I said I haven't already tried one. Should've asked you for help first, I guess," Marco said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, the bottle of cologne still in his hand.
"Welp! Here ya go!" Star said, extending her wrists towards Marco. He sprayed the bottle in his left hand on her right wrist, and the bottle in his right hand on her left wrist. She sniffed each wrist and savored each scent for a moment each. "Hmmm… these really don't smell all that different, Marco. I think Jackie would like either one just fine!"
"Oh. Really?"
"NAH! Gotcha! The bottle in your right hand smells way better! Like, by a gazillion!" Star said, laughing. She laid down, taking up all the space on the couch as she laughed.
"Oh, ha ha! Very funny, princess!" Marco said, smirking at Star.
"Yeah, it was! You looked like you felt so dumb!" Star said, laughing a little more. The real joke was that the two cologne scents were almost identical. Star had to really pay attention to tell the difference, but Marco thought she actually thought they were different!
"Well, I'd better go ahead and start getting myself ready to see Jackie in a little bit! We're going to see a movie called "To Kill a Hummingbird". It's supposed to be based on a book!"
"Alright, I'll be down here, then!" Star said as Marco walked upstairs back to his room.
Star sighed. She enjoyed even the smallest moments with Marco. Too bad she would be home without him tonight. Marco hadn't even told her that he and Jackie were going to see a movie!
"Wait…" Star said aloud. What if she went to the movie, too? Maybe she'd see Marco and Jackie, and she'd be able to watch the movie with Marco! And she'd also get to go and see a movie! The plan was flawless! All she had to do was get a ticket! But… how would she do that?
AHA! She could ask Mr. and Mrs. Diaz if she could borrow some money for a movie ticket! They're really generous people, so chances are that they'd say yes!
"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz~!"
