Rain

This was inspired by this incredible picture originally on Tumblr that I found on Pintrest of Marco sitting and crying in the rain and I just…..hnnnggg my heart.

ThatDarnGuest: I don't remember much about the movie but I remember that I like it lol. And I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Mim again: My ears are temporarily fixed, and yes, Star would absolutely find a marker against Marco's wishes.

Watermalone: Don't worry, the years will pass. I'm still waiting of course, but they will.

Sparklesona: Well I actually have a story (a little darker) that's kind of about that. But I'll try to address that in this chapter.

I don't own Star vs. the Forces of Evil.

GENERAL POV

"Marco? Are you okay?" Star asked softly, leaning against the back door and peering out into the rainy night. Her breath frosted in the chill evening air and she shivered as the wind blew.

"Yeah," the boy murmured, ducking his head and wrapping his arms tightly around himself. Rain slid down his cheeks and mingled with the tears on his face, warmth intertwining with freezing ice and creating trails on his skin. "I'm fine."

"Really," Star mumbled, moving out next to him and sitting down on the stoop, lifting her umbrella up so that it covered both of them equally. She bumped shoulders with him and glanced sideways at her friend. "Cause it's like almost freezing outside and it's pouring rain…what's wrong?"

Marco sighed and ran his hands through his soaking wet hair, splattering cold rain drops everywhere. "Everything," he choked out, his voice cracking. "Everything. My grades are slipping, and my date with Jackie sucked, and I've almost lost your wand to monsters like four times…I'm a failure, Star."

Star frowned and leaned against Marco heavily, putting her head against his shoulder. "No, you are absolutely not a failure Marco. You are incredible."

Marco spread his hands in exasperation. "Star, I suck at everything these days. I can't even fight without getting hurt anymore."

To prove his point, he rolled up his sopping wet sleeves to reveal a multitude of black and blue bruises scattered across his pale skin. "I…I feel like I can't do anything anymore, Star," he whispered, burying his head in his hands.

"Hey," the girl said, her heart breaking. "C'mere."

She held her arms out and pulled Marco into them, shutting her eyes and letting him breathe as she shuffled the umbrella so that it still covered them. "You'll be okay," she assured him, rubbing his back with her free hand. "I can help."

"How?" he whispered, shaking his head against her shoulder and soaking her shirt sleeve. "You can't fix everything with magic, Star."

She shrugged. "I know. Sometimes you don't need magic though, Marco. Just talk to me."

He hiccuped softly and sniffled. "I just am so tired, Star."

"I know," Star reassured him. "I know. But I'm here for you. I promise."

He fell silent and they sat together, breath frosting in each other's hair and rain pattering down until Mrs. Diaz brought them in for the night, where they curled together for warmth on the sofa until they fell asleep in one another's grasp.

It was short, but I wasn't sure what else to do. Also I got one of my friends into Star vs. the Forces of Evil and she is currently drawing fan art while I write this. YEEE

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