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"Oof! Ferguson, get off my foot!"

"Well, then get off MY foot!"

"Shhh! Guys, somebody's gonna hear!"

Voices of frustration could be heard inside a very small (and very unsanitary) porta-potty. People looked around, confused as to where the arguing was coming from.

A little girl walked up to the porta-potty and yelled, "Mommy! The voices are coming from in here!" This was met with the mother quickly grabbing her daughter's hand and speed-walking away. "I think we should go over here now, sweetie," she said over one of the voices in the porta-potty yelling, "Ow! My head!"

Inside the crowded porta-potty are our heroes, doing what they did best in situations involving interacting with a crush: hiding in fear. Except the difference now is that they were stuck in a disgusting portable bathroom with a foul smell adding insult to injury.

"This stinks, guys," Marco said, pushing Ferguson's elbow out of his face.

"What, the porta-potty or the situation?" Ferguson asked. Marco and Alfonso looked at him impatiently, figuring the answer was pretty obvious. "Oh, right… sorry."

Marco sighed, knowing that hiding was not going to make his problems go away. So, why was he doing it?

'Because I'm a loser, that's why,' Marco thought to himself, placing his head solemnly on the disgusting wall.

You know what? No.

No!

"No!" Marco exclaimed, startling his two best friends. They were also surprised by the sudden confidence that he was expressing, both in his voice and his face. "I'm not a loser! I can stand up to Star!"

"Dude, she's not a bully. She's just your crush," Alfonso said, surprised at how much Star terrified Marco.

"I'm going to stand up to her and tell her how I feel!" Marco continued, acting like he didn't hear Alfonso's correction. Marco then looked up in thought. "I mean, she does know how I feel… so I'm going to tell her… again? No, no, no… wait, what am I doing?" Marco looked towards his friends for some helpful advice.

"Um… are you apologizing to her?" Ferguson asked, honestly not sure himself.

"Are you going to kiss her?" Alfonso asked, which was met with blushing by Marco.

"I-I don't know," Marco admitted, looking down in confusion.

"We don't really know how Star feels about the text," Alfonso said, his hand on his chin. "She could be angry, sad, both. Or… she can be interested."

Marco looked at Alfonso in shock. Star? Liking him? It just seems so… out there to ever be true. However, then again...

"No… no, she couldn't," Marco said to himself, shaking his head. "I-I mean…" His thoughts continued to clash with each other. Could Star like him? Could she not? He didn't even think of her liking him was even a possibility.

"There's only one way to find out," Ferguson said, giving Marco a reassuring smile. Marco looked down, then looked back up with a confident smile on his face. His eyes were glinting with excitement and fear.

"You're right. There is only one way," Marco said as he took a deep breath. And then, with his chest puffed out wide and his voice confident, he said: "And I'm going to go for it!" He then put his foot down with force, as a way to make his promise something he couldn't wuss out of.

*Splash!*

Marco's eyes widened. Ferguson and Alfonso followed suit, slowly looking down at Marco's foot.

Which was now deep inside the toilet.