Star Crushed // My way

✧✧Chapter 2✧✧

(By the way, a good song to listen to for this chapter is Solitaire by Marina and the Diamonds.)

Two Weeks later

"Marco?"

Marco blinked. He was staring at her door. Again. This was the fourth time this week he found himself staring at the wooden door, sitting. He turned around. "Mom?"

Mrs. Diaz had a concerned look on her face and a plate on her hands. "You hungry? I made some food, in case you were hungry." She bent down and placed the plate next to him. "Jackie called. She's worried about you."

Marco sighed. "I...I'll call her later. Thanks for the food."

She gave him a sad smile. "Just, um, say if you need anything. We're here, sweetie."

Marco nodded. Mrs. Diaz sighed and walked back to the stairs.

Marco turned back to Star's door. It hadn't been opened since the day she left. For all he knew, all her stuff could have reappeared. But, he couldn't open the door. Up until a couple of days ago, you couldn't even mention her name with out Marco feeling a pang of sadness in his chest.

Now, all he could do was stare. Stare at the door that once roomed his best friend.

Marco closed his eyes and lowered himself on the cold floor. He hadn't been outside outside for awhile. He just wanted to be alone.

He wanted solitaire.

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"Hey Marco. It's Jackie. Um, I haven't heard from you in a couple days. Is everything okay? Uh, call me back when you get this."

"Marco, are you doing alright? It's been a week dude. I miss you. Call me please."

"Marco...call me. We need to talk. This isn't going to work. You not calling me. Where are you dude? I miss talking. I miss you. Please call me."

"Marco, I know you have your phone. Come on, Marco! You need to forget about it for a second. I miss her too and so does everyone else. We need to talk about it, please. Call me."

"sigh.... Marco? I called your house. Your mom said you haven't done anything except stare at Star's door and ignore people. Marco, please call me back. I'm getting desperate. We haven't talked in two weeks. I'm worried. Please call me. I...I miss you."

There was no more voicemails. Jackie must have stoped calling him. He saw that she called 22 times, but only left 5 messages. She was worried, his parents were worried. His own mother had to remind him to call his own girlfriend. What was he doing? He should have talking to Jackie, hanging out with Ferguson and Alfonso, having the time of his life. But instead, he was... he didn't even know how he felt!
Worried? Sad? Upset? Confused?

He didn't even know how he felt.

"....Jackie? It's Marco. Uh, hi. It's, I'm, been awhile. Sorry I...we haven't talked. We should go somewhere...to talk. Uh, call me back when you get this. Bye."