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Marco sat on the park bench, tapping his feet impatiently. He turned on his cell phone every five seconds, hoping to see a returning text message in his notifications.

'What's taking Ferguson so long to reply?' Marco kept asking himself. 'Doesn't he realize that this is a crisis?'

After ten more minutes, Marco had had enough with waiting. He got up and began to walk to Ferguson's house. He had to talk to someone about this, or else he could do something he might regret.

'Like telling Star,' he thought, cringing. He knew she wouldn't return his affection, but he always had the tiniest glimmer of hope that maybe she could like him. Marco shook his head, knowing how stupid that sounded.

As Marco crossed the street to Ferguson's house, he saw him and Alfonzo sitting on the curb. They were playing on their phones, yelling and laughing. Marco frowned, angry that Ferguson was ignoring his text asking for help.

When Marco walked up to the two boys, they didn't even take notice of his presence. They continued to play a racing game on their phones, much to Marco's annoyance.

"Oh, no! I crashed! Stupid road signs, they always get in the way!" Ferguson exclaimed, laughing. After he finished, he looked up and saw Marco standing over them with his arms crossed. "Oh, hey Marco!"

"Hey," Marco responded coldly. "Are you having fun playing video games!"

"Of course we are!" Alfonso exclaimed, happy he won his race. He smirked and showed Ferguson his phone that said "1st Place".

"You probably cheated," Ferguson responded, jealous of how good he was at the game.

"Well, I'm glad you guys are having fun. It's not like your best friend is going through a CRISIS!" Marco at first spoke calmly, but then raised his voice in anger. He raised his arms up in frustration. "What the heck, Ferguson? I thought you were my friend!"

Ferguson and Alfonzo looked at him, confused. "Dude, what are you talking about?"

Marco pulled out his phone and pointed at it. "You ignored my text! I needed your help!"

"What text?" Ferguson asked, looking quizzically at his angry friend. "You didn't send me a text."

"Yeah, I did! Look," Marco exclaimed in frustration, handing Ferguson his phone. As he read the message, his eyes widened. He looked up at Marco, who looked down in embarrassment. Alfonzo also looked at the message and had the same reaction. After their initial shock, they bursted out laughing. They fell onto the ground, gasping for air.

"HAHAHAHA... I-I can't... HAHAHA," Ferguson gasped out between bits of laughter.

Marco's face blushed a deep shade of red. "S-stop laughing! It's not funny!"

After a couple more seconds of laughter, they both got up and wiped tears from their eyes. Ferguson walked up to Marco, giving him a pat on the back.

"I'm sorry, man. I really didn't get that text. Trust me, I'd remember a text like that," Ferguson assured his friend, trying his best to not have another laughing fit.

Marco looked at him, frowning in confusion. "You really didn't get it? Let me see your phone."

Ferguson handed Marco his phone, which was covered in sweat from his palms. Marco wiped the phone, cringing in disgust.

"Sorry," Ferguson said shrugging his shoulders. "I sweat when I get competitive."

Marco looked through his texts, and his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He scrolled through the phone and looked at his apps. He didn't remember Ferguson's phone looking like this. He then noticed that the background was of him and Star.

"Ferguson... this is Star's phone. Why do you have Star's phone?" Marco asked. Ferguson took the phone back, looking just as confused.

"I don't know...," Ferguson responded, deep in thought. He then shot his head up and snapped his fingers. "Oh! I remember! Star had a new phone, so we switched and put our numbers in. I must've forgotten to switch back."

Marco's eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah, I got distracted by a hot girl that walked past. I went to follow her, and accidentally took Star's phone with me. Star was talking to someone, so she didn't stop me." Ferguson explained. Marco's face was slowly morphing into one of shock and horror.

"Marco... you OK?" Alfonso asked, waving his hand in front of Marco's face. He was unfazed, still looking horrified.

"Ferguson," Marco whispered, not moving. "Star has your phone right now, right?"

"Uh... yeah," Ferguson responded, starting to get worried.

"So... when I sent the text to your phone... you're not going to see it...," Marco said, his face still frozen in fear. Ferguson and Alfonso were still confused, trying to figure out what Marco was getting at. After a couple seconds of thinking, they began to put two and two together.

Alfonso gasped, putting his hands over his mouth in shock. Ferguson's eyes widened, realizing what just happened.

"Oh... NO!" Marco yelled, grabbing his head in a panic. He leaned down and put his hands over his face, muttering "oh no" over and over again.

"Oops," Ferguson said, looking down at a panicking Marco and feeling a huge wave of guilt.