Author's Note: And this is the follow-up I posted on Tumblr! I might write more parts, I'm not sure. I have ideas for more parts, but I don't know if they're worth adding.

Star Error II

"Hey, have any of you guys ever seen Fenton's freckles…you know, glow?" asked Star.

Paulina, Dash, and Kwan stared at her blankly from around their usual cafeteria table.

"Glow?" Paulina stuck out her bottom lip. "What do you mean? Danny's freckles glow?"

"Yeah!" said Star. "Okay, so like, he was telling me about galaxies or whatever—"

"You and Fenturd hang out?" asked Dash.

"What? No! Shut up. He signed up for math tutoring and I don't know if he has ADHD or something but he would not shut up about stars and crap the whole time—"

"Oh yeah, you're good at math," said Kwan.

"Yeah, I know I am." Star rolled her eyes. "Anyway, he was talking about how much he loves space and junk and his freckles—just—started glowing." She gestured to her cheeks. "Like little dots lit up on his face. And on his neck and arms, too."

"Ooh, that sounds pretty," said Paulina.

"No, it was weird!" said Star. "I mean, I always knew Fenton was freaky, but this was just…weird!"

"Star, that's really dumb," said Dash. "You were seeing things. Why would Fenton's freckles be glowing? How is that even possible?"

"I don't know!" Star threw her hands in the air. "I mean, you know his parents. They do all that ghost hunting and research. And you've seen his house! He's probably exposed to ghost radiation all the time."

"And you think that would make his freckles glow?" asked Paulina.

"Yeah! I mean, I don't know why else they would—oh! Or maybe…" She leaned over the table and lowered her voice. "Maybe his parents do, like, experiments on him. They totally give off major mad scientist vibes."

"Whoa, dude." Kwan shivered. "You think they'd do that?"

"Heck yeah, I do!" cried Star. "Have you seen his parents? They're freaking terrifying! They're like a non-goth version of the Addams Family!"

Dash burst out laughing.

"I'm serious!" Star pressed her hands to the table. "And like, remember when we tried to get him to donate blood and he wouldn't do it? I bet this is why! I bet he's contaminated with ghost crap that his parents have been, like, injecting into him or something."

Dash clutched at his middle as he continued to laugh.

"Okay, but are you sure you really saw his freckles glow?" asked Paulina.

Star huffed and stood. "I'll show you. Come on. I'll get him talking about space again, and then you'll see for yourself."

She led the way to the table where Fenton and his friends were sitting. They stopped their conversation and looked up at the four A-Listers.

"Hey," said Star.

"Hey!" greeted Foley with a huge grin.

"Yeah, I'm not talking to you." Star leaned against the table and faced only Fenton. "So, Fenton. You walked out of our tutoring session yesterday pretty quick."

"Oh." Fenton ducked his head. "Yeah, I forgot that I had something else I really needed to do. Sorry."

"Well, that's a shame. Because we were having such a good conversation."

"We were?"

"Yeah! You know, about stars and space and stuff?"

Fenton looked at her warily, his eyes darting to the faces of the other A-Listers.

"Like, okay, galaxies." Star lowered herself and propped her head up with her arm on the table so she was level with his face. "What are the different types of galaxies again? Spatial and elastic?"

"No, spiral and—" Fenton clamped his mouth shut and looked down at his lunch tray with a small shake of his head.

"Spiral and what?" pressed Star.

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do! You were telling me about them yesterday!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Star glanced back at her friends. Paulina and Kwan were frowning. Dash was smirking.

"Come on, Fenton! You wouldn't shut up about this stuff yesterday," said Star. "I want to hear about it!"

"You know, we're trying to eat here," cut in Manson.

"No, you're not," snapped Star, turning on her. "That grass isn't food, Manson. It's garbage."

Manson's jaw dropped. "It's not garbage, it's—"

"Whatever, I don't care." Star turned back to Fenton. "How many meters are in a light-year, huh? How about that?"

Fenton shrugged. "How should I know?"

Star scowled. "Okay, seriously, I couldn't even go over a single math problem with you yesterday because you wouldn't stop talking about astronomy. You love this crap!"

"No, I don't think so."

"Yes, you do, Fenton! Jeez!"

Fenton looked across the table at his friends. "What do you guys think? Do I like astronomy? Have you ever heard me talk about it? Like ever?"

Manson and Foley exchanged quick glances.

"No," said Manson.

"I don't think so," said Foley.

Fenton looked at Star again. "See, there you go. Now can you let us get back to eating so we can finish before the bell rings?"

"Fentgeek, come on," said Dash. "Just talk about the stupid stars already so we can see your freckles glow."

"Dash!" squealed Star.

"What? Just trying to make something happen!"

"Well, now he's definitely not gonna do it!"

Fenton stood. "You know what, I actually need to talk to Lancer about something." He pushed his tray toward Foley. "Here, Tuck. You can have the rest."

Fenton swiftly walked away, ran away. Just like he had the day before when Star tried to tutor him.

"Wait, but Fenturd," yelled Dash. "Is it true your parents experiment on you?"

He and Kwan broke into laughter. Many students turned to stare. Star crossed her arms and glowered at Fenton as he pushed through the double doors out of the cafeteria.

She knew what she saw. Fenton's freckles glowed. And she wasn't about to let him make her think she was the weird one here.