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Marco and Jackie stood in the kitchen, leaning on the counter and carrying a conversation. Both of them were slightly blushing and seemed quite nervous, but they were still laughing and were enjoying talking to each other. Marco had always thought he would be a nervous wreck if he ever had a conversation with Jackie, but he was keeping his cool and actually making her laugh at his lame jokes.

As much as he was enjoying the conversation, Marco couldn't help but think about Star. He just couldn't get the adorable image of her wearing his hoodie out of his head. He tried his best to focus on Jackie, but his mind would just wander off to his best friend. This made Marco very frustrated, and Jackie noticed.

"Are you OK?" Jackie asked, her aqua eyes wide in concern. Marco's eyes also widened.

"Oh, yeah. Something's just... bothering me," Marco replied with a reassuring smile, scolding himself for making his frustrations presentable.

Jackie smiled and moved her hand through her hair. "Well... I hope I can take your mind off it."

Marco blushed a bright red and smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "T-thanks."

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Jackie finally spoke up. "Um... hey. I was wondering if you wanted to-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ferguson and Alfonso walked up to the two nervous teens. Marco looked at them, confused.

"Hey, guys! How's it going?" Ferguson asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Marco and Jackie looked at each other, confused.

"Um... we're good. Do you need something?" Marco asked, a little peeved that his two friends were ruining his moment with Jackie. He really wanted to know what she was going to ask.

Ferguson and Alfonso smiled slyfully, which Marco did not like. "Actually, I really need to talk my good friend here," Ferguson said, wrapping his arm around Marco's shoulders. "Don't worry, Jackie. Alfonso will keep you company."

Jackie looked over at Alfonso, who smiled and waved. She waved back half-heartedly.

"Ok.! We'll be riiiiight back!" Ferguson said, smiling at a frowning Marco. They quickly walked upstairs and turned the corner. Ferguson finally let go of Marco, who looked furious.

"Ferguson! Did you realize who I was talking to? What's so important that you had to interrupt JACKIE LYNN THOMAS?" Marco exclaimed angrily. Ferguson just crossed his arms, smiling calmly.

"I just want to talk to you. Just a nice chat between friends," he said, pacing slowly back and forth. "Now... you are best friends with a certain princess named... oh, what was it... Star Butterfly, am I correct?"

Marco looked at him, not having a single clue as to what his friend was doing. "Uh... yeah? What about her?"

Ferguson continued to pace back and forth. "Now, today she was wearing an outfit that was quite... different from what she usually wore."

Marco could feel his cheeks start to burn when he thought about her outfit. "Y-yeah. So?

Ferguson then stopped pacing, looking directly at Marco. " How did you think she looked?"

Marco's eyes widened. Ferguson smiled, happy he got the reaction he wanted. "Uh... s-she looked OK."

Ferguson leaned forward, getting closer to Marco's face (much to his discomfort). "Really? Just OK?"

"She looked... good," Marco said, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Oh, from that stunned expression when you first saw her, I'd say you thought she looked more than good," Ferguson said, grinning. Marco responded to this by looking down and blushing.

"Now, I have another question for you. Usually, you have a red hoodie on. It is your trademark look, after all. However, the hoodie is nowhere to be seen. Now, tell me, do you know where it is?"

Marco's eyes widened once again. He knew exactly where it was, and he knew that Ferguson would get the wrong idea.

"I... gave it to Star. She was cold, so..." he said, ruffling his hair.

"That's very nice, but is there ANY other reason why you would give her your hoodie other than the fact that she was cold?" Ferguson asked. Marco was starting to get really uncomfortable.

"Uh... um... no," Marco answered, not sounding very assuring.

Ferguson smiled smugly. "Now, I'm just saying something hypothetically. Let's say that you gave her your hoodie because you had... feelings for her..."

"W-what?! No!" Marco nervously stuttered, shaking his head and hands. Ferguson chuckled at his nervousness.

"Hypothetically," Ferguson emphasized. "Let's say that she... would return your feelings."

This got Marco's full attention. "Wait. What do you mean?"

Ferguson shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I'm just speaking hypothetically. You can go back downstairs if you want."

As Ferguson began to walk away, Marco quickly grabbed his arm. "No, wait. What did you mean by that?"

Ferguson smiled smugly. "Let's just say I know something about Star that you would REALLY like to know."

"What is it? What is it?" Marco asked frantically

Ferguson sighed. "Well... I GUESS I could tell you... on one condition."

Marco groaned in frustration. "Fine. I'll make you a sandwich."

Ferguson shook his head. "No, that's not the condition (but you can still make me one). I need you..." He paused for dramatic effect, making Marco very annoyed.

Finally, he finished his sentence. "... to admit you have a crush on Star."

Marco nearly choked out of surprise. "W-what?! I-I'm not doing that!"

Ferguson just shrugged and crossed his arms. "Then I guess you don't want to hear it."

Marco looked around frantically, mentally torn. He kept telling himself he didn't like Star. However, the more he said it, the more it sounded like a lie.

"Say you like Star," Ferguson repeated calmly.

"N-no!" Marco exclaimed.

"Say it," Ferguson said, starting to get louder.

"No!" Marco repeated, starting to panic.

"Say it!" Ferguson yelled. Marco closed his eyes. He knew he couldn't keep it in.

"OK! I LIKE STAR! SHE'S SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I LIKE HER!" he yelled. There was a couple of seconds of awkward silence. Then, Ferguson smiled.

"Well, then you're going to really like what I'm about to tell you," he said, starting to get excited.