Waiting for Superman

Okay, I was going to finally get to those requests, until I realized that I needed a lighter chapter, and none of the requests I have can be considered "light." (don't worry, I do have ideas for them and they will get put up). Have a kind of songfic of the song Waiting for Superman (Daughtry).

Twin4444: Well thank you dear

Rayfe: Hicstrid! Yay! And hopefully this one will be better for the feels

AnimationNut: Thank you hon. Hearing that from you always makes me feel really good because you are like my favorite author so it's kinda just like *brain explosion* when you like my writing.

I don't own Star vs. the Forces of Evil or the song. They're owned respectively by Daron Nefcy and Daughtry.

GENERAL POV

Star sat on the window seat in her room, staring down at the street watching the cars pass by. "He'll be here," she assured Marco, who was watching her from the doorway.

He winced and looked away, stuffing his hands into his pockets and trying hard not to look at Star. She looked gorgeous; her hair fell in curls around her cheeks, her eyes sparkled with hope, and she wore a sparkling pink sleeveless dress with a darker pink silk sash slung around her waist.

Currently, she was waiting for Oskar to pick her up and take her on a date. But Marco had a sinking feeling that he wasn't coming; he was supposed to have been there at six, and the clocks hands were slowly ticking their way to half past the hour.

"He's just….he's just running late. Got stuck somewhere, doing something…probably something heroic," Star determined, leaning against her hand and staring dreamily out the window.

Marco didn't want to crush her hopes, so he quietly backed out of the room and slipped down the stairs, sinking onto the sofa and picking up a magazine, flipping through it aimlessly while he watched the clock.

At nearly ten to seven, Star came clattering down the stairs, nearly falling on her face, and yanked on a light sweater. "He's here!" she squealed. "A taxi just pulled up front!"

"I thought he had a car?" Marco asked in confusion, putting his feet on the floor and swallowing at the sight of her, the sight of her smile.

Star shrugged, grabbing her purse and shoving the wand into it. "Must have had something wrong with it," she deduced, twisting the doorknob and pulling the door open.

The movement revealed a very weary Mr. Diaz, who had been on a business trip for the last week, standing on the front step with a suitcase in one hand and keys in the other. A small smile crossed his face at the sight of Star. "Well, it's nice to see you Star, but you didn't have to get all dressed up for me."

Star's entire body slumped and she looked down at the floor, dropping her purse to the ground and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "It uh….it wasn't for you. Welcome home."

She spun and darted up the stairs, leaving Marco and his father grimacing and staring after her. "Maybe I should go talk to her," Marco suggested, leaning down to pick up her purse from the floor and set it on the entry table.

Mr. Diaz shook his head. "Leave her be for now. I am going to assume that she was supposed to have a date?"

Marco nodded, clenching his hands into fists. "Yeah. That no good, rotten, little piece of s-"

"Marco," his father warned softly.

He swallowed the word and shook his head. "How could he do that to her? She was so excited, she looks so gorgeous….who would stand her up?"

Mr. Diaz smirked to himself and put a hand on Marco's shoulder. "Some people do that. They're just rotten people, son. Make sure she knows that you're still there for her."

Marco nodded, his worried gaze turning to the second floor. "I always am."

Later that night, nearing eleven, Marco leaned his forehead against Star's door, preparing himself to knock. He could hear her crying inside, and it was tearing him apart. Finally gaining the courage, Marco tapped his knuckles softly against the door. "Star? Can I come in?"

"Go away."

Marco flinched at the crack in her voice and pressed his lips together before pushing the door open and leaning on the doorjamb, studying her sadly in the darkness. "I'm not leaving you, Star."

His heart sank as she turned to face him. Her hair was ratty and tired, her eyes red and smeared with traces of mascara, and her lower lip quivered. She still sat in the dress, the glitter flashing against the harsh light from the hallway.

"He was supposed to sweep me off my feet," she stammered after a long time. "Guys are supposed to do that."

Marco stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him, and walked over to her bed. He sank down on the edge next to her and raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?" he whispered.

Star swallowed. "The…it never ends like this in the movies, Marco. The girl always gets a kiss in the end…so why didn't that happen tonight? What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing," Marco said firmly, taking her hand in his and letting her lean against his shoulder. "Absolutely nothing. You are precious, Star, and if he can't see that, then it's his loss."

Star choked back a sob. "I…we were supposed to go dancing, and go out to dinner, and then lay outside and go stargazing…."

Marco shut his eyes, trying to calm his pounding heart. "Well…I'm sorry that didn't happen with Oskar, Star."

He hesitated and then stood and held out a hand. "But would you like to dance?"

She stared at him for a long time, studying him, before taking his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. "Okay," she murmured. "But there's no music."

Marco settled a hand lightly on the small of her back and took her other hand in his, pulling her closely to him. "Does there need to be?"

He gently twirled her around the room, humming quietly in the back of his throat, and Star eventually relaxed, settling her head against his chest and wrapping both arms tightly around him. He prayed that she couldn't hear his galloping heart and slid both of his arms around her waist, leaning his head down and pressing his cheek against her head.

Eventually they stopped moving, just holding each other in the center of Star's room. For a long time they stood, wrapped up in one another, and finally Star spoke. "Hey Marco?"

He tilted slightly away from her, catching her gaze in the darkness. "Yeah?"

She chewed on her lip for a moment. "Thank you," she whispered, ducking her head. "I…thanks."

He smiled tenderly and brushed her hair from her face. "Of course. I wasn't going to let you have an ending to the night that was anything less than movie worthy."

Star stared at him for a second and Marco flushed deeply. "Sorry, that was corny, I shouldn't have said that."

A smile twitched on Star's lips and she shook her head. "No, it's okay. I was just…"

She hesitated and then tugged him down by his collar, pulling his lips to hers carefully. Marco's breathing hitched a little and he slid a hand up, cupping Star's face and drawing her closer, his entire body tingling.

When she pulled back, she tucked her head against his shoulder and hugged him tightly. He ran a gentle hand through her hair, pulling out the knots and tangles while they both calmed their racing hearts.

"That was a movie ending," Star murmured into his ear.

Marco smiled and started humming again, and the two resumed their quiet, swaying dance. He couldn't possibly agree more.

My interpretation of the song is that there's a girl that is waiting for who she thinks is supposed to be her Superman, but he never comes, and the reality is that her real Superman is the one singing the song.

Not really a songfic, more like inspired by the song, I suppose.

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