Hey guys. I'm finally back and I'm very excited to be writing again. Again, thank you guys so much for your patience:). Now, let's get on with the:
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Lupus Boulevard: It's OK, I understand. Starco can make us a little crazy sometimes:). Yeah, I wanted Marco's reaction to be... unique, I guess? I just used how I would feel in his situation and wrote it for Marco. Sorry about the typos, I finished that chapter at night. I got pretty tired, lol. I'm going to finish this story, and I really hope you guys enjoy the ending.
Minifalcon: I didn't want this story to just be fluff. I wanted it to be funny and dramatic. Thanks for enjoying it:).
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Now (FINALLY!) let's get into the story!

The morning sun rose over the beach house, its rays poking through the blinds on Marco's window. He was laying down in his bed, his eyes slowly opening. He rose up and put his feet on the cold floor. He sighed, not looking forward to going downstairs for breakfast. He didn't want to see anyone right now, especially a certain princess. Instead of prolonging the inevitable, he got out of bed and began to get dressed.

Ferguson and Sabrina stood outside of Marco's door, waiting nervously for their friend to come out. They haven't talked to him since Star and Oskar ruined their plans of getting the two best friends together. They knew how bad Marco must be feeling. They both looked at each other, not sure of what to say to their grieving friend.

Finally, Marco's door opened and what Ferguson and Sabrina saw shocked them. It was a ragged-looking Marco with a wrinkled hoodie and untied shoes on. His hair was an absolute mess, and his eyes were red from crying. He was looking down as he closed the door, barely even acknowledging his friends that were in front of him.

"Hey, man. How are you feeling?" Ferguson asked, realizing how stupid of a question that was. Marco just shrugged his shoulders, still looking down.

"I'm so sorry that happened. We just want you to know that we're here for you," Sabrina said with a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks, but... I just want to be left alone right now," Marco responded, walking away with his head down.

"Marco...," Ferguson called out to him, but Sabrina grabbed his shoulder and shook her head.

"Let him be alone. It's what he wants," she said, looking worriedly at Marco.

As everyone got ready and went downstairs into the dining room, they were met with yet another delicious meal by Mrs. Diaz. Everyone excitedly ate their food, except for Marco. He was too depressed to eat, and he couldn't divert his attention from Star and Oskar. She was smiling dreamily at Oskar, who was just quietly eating.

'Why doesn't he pay any attention to her? She's an angel, she deserves everything in the whole world! Arghh! Why does she have to like him?' Marco thought to himself, his fist clenched. Mr. and Mrs. Diaz noticed how angry their son looked and looked at each other in concern.

"Marco? Are you OK?" Mr. Diaz asked. Marco looked at him, trying his best to hide his frustration.

"Oh... yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he said, giving them a forced smile. His parents didn't seem convinced, but they decided he would tell them what was wrong when he wants to.

"OK, everyone quickly finish your breakfast. Since it rained yesterday, we didn't get to swim! So... go get your swimsuits and let's get going!" Mrs. Diaz announced excitedly. Everyone quickly finished eating and went to change into their bathing suits. Marco was the only one that didn't seem excited. He was deep in thought, trying to figure out what to do next.

'OK, Marco. You just have to face the facts: Star doesn't like you anymore,' he thought to himself, sighing sadly. 'You just have to get over her. I mean, you didn't like her THAT much.'

As he continued to think, Star walked out of her room with her bathing suit on. It was a white two-piece with stars covering them. Marco's eyes widened and he almost choked on air. His thoughts of attempted reason was now replaced with hectic thoughts containing mostly, 'SHE'S BEAUTIFUL! SHE'S BEAUTIFUL! SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!'

Star saw Marco staring at her and blushed subtly. She played with a strand of her hair with her finger and bit her lip. "Oh. Hey, Marco."

"H...h... hey, Star," Marco stuttered. He then quickly ran into his room, much to Star's confusion. Marco closed the door and leaned on the door, breathing deeply and trying to slow his beating heart.

"Crap, I'm in love with Star," Marco said, sliding down the door and onto the floor.