I sincerely apologize, from the bottom of my heart, for chapter five.

Heya folks it's Watermalone here with chapter six, hopefully it's what was needed to get this story back on its feet.

A quick thank you to all my faithful reviewers and followers before the review responses, I must say chapter five was quite problematic, but you guys were supportive nonetheless!

Jack Coffison: Of course! I didn't mean to call out anyone who thought the same, I just thought it would be a twist to see the characters interact in such a way that is unfamiliar to the audience. As for the story, all I can say is that there will be a happy ending. Take that how you will!

H. Mae: As we discussed, this wasn't the chapter I'm most proud of, it was pretty much filler for what anyone could've guessed based on the story's premise, but I had to clear a few things up from her side, and thus that monstrosity was made. And oh my gosh I checked out that picture you drew on your tumblr and... I am speechless. Perfectly drawn, it gave such a flashback to when I loved that show on Nickelodeon. One sided love really does hurt /3.

acosta perez jose ramiro: Thanks! You're too kind especially after that awkward chapter.

thewookie1: Very true, Star was his best friend but if he ever realized his feelings for her, it would be too late for him to pursue her because their time together would be cut short, thus he moved on and created a love interest with Erica instead. And as far as using a time machine would go... I'm not sure how it relates to chapter one but even if you could go back in time, why would it be to take away your best friends future happiness?

ACDCMCST: I know! So many feels in my head from writing! Thanks for the support it means a lot!

EVAunit42: Haha I know right? Thanks for the support, the internal conflict was actually my first inspiration for this chapter, despite the fact it wasn't built on much. Also I didn't mean to call anyone out on that last chapter, I just found it nice and cute how quick everyone was to defend the Starco!

As I mentioned before, this chapter was written in advance. Due to my personal issues I won't be writing for maybe a week. I won't say this is my last update for a while, but the next break might be a bit longer than anticipated, what with school coming up as well.

And, without further ado, I present chapter six, my 'pick-me-up' after a disappointing chapter five.

As an added note, this chapter was posted a bit late as to my usual morning schedule simply because FanFiction is currently down. I'm not sure why, but I can't seem to log in without getting some service error. I wrote this message in advance to let you guys know that it was not my intention to stray off of my update schedule, but rather it was due to an unforeseen hindrance.

Again, read, review, relax, rate, and above all, enjoy! (I can't find a decent synonym for enjoy that started with 'r' besides relish and revel, which both sound creepy)

If wishes were horses I still wouldn't own SVTFOE or anything related to it. I don't know what that meant either...


(Marco Diaz's POV)

The black town car grinded to a halt as they reached their destination. A wide grassland with sparse placement of a few trees and shrubs.

The grassy plains rolled as the wind swam its way through their limp tendrils, the sound of cicadas buzzed softly around them, and the heat of the atmosphere was dissipated by the breeze that swept the open field.

Another beautiful sun-filled cloudless summer day.

The photographer had asked to meet them at this remote location just a half mile out of town. Apparently post-wedding photos were a huge deal.

Marco stepped out of the stuffy car and made his way around to the other side. Opening the car door, he offered a hand to.. his wife.

The thought hadn't fully indented his brain yet. It was going to take some getting used to. Gently, he helped her exit the car, her dress getting stuck in every nook and cranny of the vehicle's interior.

"I think the photographer's running late." Marco began after finally pulling her free from the car's grip.

"He probably ran into some traffic. How about we find somewhere to sit? These heels are killing me!" She daintily lifted one foot and gave Marco a pouty face.

"Hey! You're one to talk, I've been wearing these archless bricks for shoes," he mimicked her by lifting one of his black dress shoes, "not to mention I carried you pretty much most of today."

Erica let out a laugh. "Would you like me to carry you instead, 'Your Highness'?"

Marco raised an eyebrow, "And what if I said yes?"

"Well let's see!" Swiftly, she swept Marco up, attempting to recreate his act during the wedding ceremony.

"Woah- I didn't mean you had to actually do it!" Marco cried out as she started walking towards a large tree down the path.

"Hmphhh!" She was struggling to hold him up. She was strong, years of martial arts training had given her strength, but Marco was definitely no lightweight. "You're too heavy!"

Her arms finally gave out. She collapsed on top of him just a few feet away from the shade of the tree.

Both cracking up at the entire event, they remained stuck in their entanglement for a minute.

"Here," Marco finally said, propping himself up with his elbow, "let's just park under this tree." Erica nodded in agreement as they shuffled their way beneath the tree's shadow.

Leaning with their backs against the solid trunk, they sat there, unmoving, listening to the wind whistle through the branches. A few moments passed.

"Some day so far huh?" Erica questioned rhetorically.

Marco tilted his head to look at her, "Yeah. And it's only..." He lifted his arm, pulling back his sleeve revealing his digital watch, "...12:30."

Erica smirked, "I just wanna sit here and enjoy the shade, and the peace and quiet."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Well that's a first."

She playfully smacked him in the chest. "Shut up."

Marco chuckled. She was always so energetic and outgoing, it was nice to see her take her time and enjoy the small things in life, like the silence that surrounded them.

Silence. Marco looked around. Everything was just so peaceful. He couldn't remember the last time when he ever felt so at ease. No pressure, no expectations, no fear. Just calm.

The last time he felt truly content.


(10 Years Ago, Spring)

Marco sat cross legged atop the grassy hill. He reached over to his left and plucked a daisy from the ground. Absentmindedly, he rolled it around in his hand, eyes glaring blankly at the view before him. Night had just fallen, the sky became blackened, stars dotting its surface like fireflies. His parents must have been worried as to his whereabouts, but he didn't care. He didn't want care about anything.

"She loves me not."

Crushing the daisy in his palm he threw the withered flower as far as he could. The wind blew it back at his face.

He grumbled, smacking the dead plant away. Now even nature was against him. He lay down on his back and shut his eyes, trying to drown the memory from that morning.


It was a month before the school formal, the famed, 'Prom Night'. He was ready to ask his girlfriend of two amazing years, Jackie Lynn Thomas, to be his date in front of all his classmates during first period.

He had heart shaped balloons, streamers, and rose petals strewn around the room. Luckily his teacher allowed him to do this, after Marco promised to clean up this mess. And the teachers lounge. But it was worth it.

Written in pink, white and red chalk, decorated with many hearts, was simply:

"Will you go to Prom with me?" The "o" in 'Prom' was replaced with another heart.

He sat at the front of the classroom waiting.

Finally the bell rang. It was go time. Students began filing into the class slowly, each making inaudible whispers to one another at the sight of Marco's handiwork.

Star skipped into the room. "Ooooh Marco! Looooove what you've done with the place! Mr. Johnson would never let me decorate his room, at least, not after what happened last time." She shuddered, faintly recalling the wail of fire alarms and police sirens.

"Haha thanks Star, I'm hoping Jackie will like it too."

"Awww that's so sweet of you! And," she peered around him at the message on the board, "I'm sure she'll say yes." She gave Marco a wink before taking her seat.

Two minutes passed, and Jackie finally walked in through the doors. She was chatting with Janna and Hope until they stopped dead in their tracks and eyed the massive house of romantic decoration.

Jackie was stunned.

Marco approached her, and went down on one knee. "Ahem."

"Um, Marco?"

"Jackie Lynn Thomas,"

"Marco."

"Will you.."

"Marco?"

"Go to Prom-"

"MARCO!" Jackie never shouted. Something was definitely wrong. "Please Marco, don't make me do this." She pleaded with him in whispers.

"What? No- I didn't- I mean I thought I-, that we-"

"No Marco," tears formed in her eyes, "I can't go with to Prom with you." She bolted out the classroom crying. Jackie also never cried.

The classroom was silent. A pitiful 'aw' escaped from one of the onlookers.

Marco was speechless, he didn't know how to react. But however it was going to be, he didn't want to be near anyone when it happened.

Star, equally shocked, tried to get out of her desk to comfort him, "Marco, I'm so sorr-"

He escaped the building as fast as he could.


Marco lay upon that hill for a while after that. Watching the sun dip below the horizon always seemed to calm him down. It was his favorite place to be alone.

He stared upwards at the star-filled night, feeling so small underneath the immense, darkened sky. So insignificant.

"How could I have been so stupid?" He muttered quietly to himself. Rolling onto his side, he wiped his watering eyes with his sleeve.

A bright flash of pink light blinded him for a second.

"Huh?" He looked up as a tissue slowly drifted downwards, softly cascading its way onto his face.

Removing the handkerchief, he sat up and looked around.

"I thought you could use that." Star's voice. Of course she found him.

He flopped back down onto his side, facing the other way this time. "Leave me alone, Star, I'm not feeling well."

"Aww Marco, c'mon cheer up!"

No response.

"Marco!"

Still nothing.

"Please Marco!"

He was obviously ignoring her.

"Fine. Be that way."

She lay down next to him, his back still facing towards her.

Minutes passed, then hours, until eventually the world around them descended into slumber. Leaving the two alone to their thoughts.

Marco sighed. She was definitely the stubborn one.

"I thought she loved me too.." Star's ears perked up when she heard him speak.

"She did! Er- she does!"

"Then... Why?" He rotated onto his backside, staring straight up at the sky.

"...You really don't know do you?" Her tone suddenly dropped.

"Know what?"

"Marco, she's moving away. I talked to her after class. She's still a trainwreck."

"But that's not for another-" Marco was in shock.

"I know what she told you, but she's actually moving in a week, she just couldn't bear to tell you of all people." She paused. "She didn't want to hurt you, Marco."

He couldn't believe it. Was she actually leaving him? Why didn't she let him know? He could've made it work, he could've done something, he could've... he could've...

"Her parents are moving out there with her, but because her dad got a job transfer to the East Coast as well, they had to leave early. She tried hiding it from you so that it would be easier to accept that she was gone."

He could've held her back. The words stung his heart.

Marco sighed, "So, she's breaking up with me too?"

No answer. It wasn't needed.

"Marco, I know it's hard, but, she's got a great future ahead of her, you can't keep holding onto her like this, not after all these years."

"I know."

Star sat up, clearly surprised.

"Really?"

"Yeah. She has a life, I have a life, it was bound to happen. I just wished I could've made her last few days special."

"Marco! You're her boyfriend! Of course there's still time! She's not gone yet, try to make her happy! Send her off with a smile."

Marco chuckled. "I'm not the expert at laughs, that's you."

She grinned back at him, "So you want my help?"

"No. Please no."

Star burst out in laughter. Marco couldn't help but join in.

"You ready to go home now Marco? Your parents are worried sick."

"Actually," He pulled out his cellphone and sent a quick text to his parents, "let's just stay here for a while longer."

Another pink flash of light, Star was holding two fluffy pink blankets and two pillows.

"Waaaay ahead of you Diaz!" She proudly stated.

Laying down the first blanket on the ground, they set the two pillows beneath their heads and covered themselves up in the second soft pink layer, snuggling together for warmth.

"So," Star began, "no more tears?"

Marco smiled back, "No more tears."

"Good." She closed her eyes.

"Hey Star?" She reopened them.

"Yeah?"

A final pause. "Thanks. For everything."

She smiled back at him again before closing her eyes once more. They fell asleep together under the light of a thousand heavenly glowflies.

He always felt so at ease when she was by his side.


(Present Day)

He felt Erica's fingers intertwine with his, he turned his head to face her.

"Thinking about something?"

"Just how perfect everything is."

"You're so cheesy." She rested her head on his shoulder. They stayed there in perfect stillness until eventually drifting off to sleep.

Two hours later, a second black car rolled up next to the first one.

The wedding photographer stepped out his car and slung his camera bag over his shoulder. Rushing to the trunk, he pulled out umbrellas, stands and other equipment. He looked around. Where were they?

He finally discovered them peacefully napping next to each other beneath a tall oak tree, hands still clutching each other's. Smiling, he dropped all his excess equipment and fumbled around in his camera bag.

Quietly approaching the couple, he snapped a few shots of the two, and checked them over to make sure they were perfect before finally making his way over to the couple and shaking them awake from slumber.


And there you have it! Chapter six, my most cutesy chapter to date! (Personal opinion).

I am sooooo tired right now. After I got inspired for this part, I couldn't help but get started immediately. And as soon as I started, I couldn't stop. Ideas flowed into my head like crazy and I, at one point couldn't keep up with my thoughts and had to create a point form list for this chapter summarizing everything I wanted to incorporate.

Now that that's out of the way, I hope you all enjoyed the story, remember, I write for you guys not myself (okay a bit for myself).

And as always, criticisms and reviews are greatly appreciated. The story has begun its descent back to solid ground, so stay tuned for a scintillating chapter seven!


Update Note: I apologize sincerely, but this story may not be continued for a while after all. While I have finished chapter seven, I honestly do not believe that it is up to the standard that I would believe you, my audience, would enjoy. Due to that as well as other personal matters I have been dealing with, I do not feel ambitious nor motivated enough to continue this project and as a result will have to go on a hiatus for an undefined period of time. I will, however, come back to this story eventually but I wanted to inform all my current and future readers that there will be a lack of activity from my account for this amount of time while I work through this difficult time in my life. Again I sincerely apologize to you, the reader, for this unexpected turn of events but I do not want my personal life to interfere with my writing anymore, as I am sure you may understand that the last few chapters were not as well written as I had anticipated for myself. Thank you all for your support, and I hope you can forgive me. Watermalone out.