Star was on his computer, uploading a video of him doing a face cam commentary of another random game he found on steam. Suddenly, he sat upright and stopped for a moment, just letting some things sink in for a moment.

Face cam? He does that?

The last time he face camed was in that interview with TFTV or some shit.

He stopped the uploading process and sighed, rubbing his eyes. Things around have been a little…..off today.

His girlfriend hasn’t answered her phone all day or yesterday.

All of his recent uploads are TF2 videos.

He’s suddenly better after just yesterday having a puke fest.

He’s uploading face cam videos.

Tagg actually says “Nice” instead of “NOICE”.

Tagg and b4nny are in a relationship with each other and calls themselves their bitches-

Oh wait they already do that.

The relationship thing could be true as well.

What else is missing and or off character today?

“Honey, I’m hoooommmeee!”

Is that…

With a slam open of the door, Jerma came walking in, holding a little suit case and wearing a tie with tiny pictures of poptarts.

“How have you been, love?” Jerma said, smiling at Star and walking on over. Star was about to say something until he felt his best friend give him a quick kiss.

What what. Wait. What. What? Wat…

“Jerma wait what-”

“Oh darling, I have had a wonderful day at work. I told my boss off, and he gave me a promotion cause I was the only guy there who had the /balls/ to talk back to him.”

Star couldn’t really say anything else, due to strong confusion on why Jerma is holding him in such embrace along with /kissing/ him, calling him love and darling.

“Jerma…….answer me truthfully…….Are you okay and if not, do I call the police?”

“What are you talking about? I’m as great as I’ll ever be, man!” Jerma said with a small chuckle and lets go of the confused man. “So anything in mind for dinner today? I was thinking a nice pizza for today.” He said, heading off to put away his suit case, undoing his tie and…..changing his clothes.

Right in front of Star.

Star reacted in a way most people do, or his own kind, in covering his face and walking away, face slightly red from it all.

“Jerma! Close the door or something! Change somewhere private you twat!”

Jerma was just finishing changing, putting on a new shirt and looked at Star with an eyebrow raised.

“Dude, what’s up with you? You never mind me changing. Especially in front of you…” He said with a small grin.

“What?! Since when did I say that?!”

“Uh, since we dated? Before we got married? Before our Honeymoon-”

“Woah WHAT.” Star shouted, shock filling his throat and looking around the house.

He was actually starting to notice what was around the house he was in.

This wasn’t his house, nor Jerma’s, but some random ass house, filled with pictures of friends, family, and pictures with Jerma and Star in together.

One noticeable one that caught Star’s eye, was one with him and Jerma, both wearing suits, and in a church on a wedding aisle.

Oh. Shit.

Pictures of Jerma and Star sitting on a small, round table. Many of them from their…wedding and…..honeymoon, seems to be.

He looked over at his right hand for a moment, to see if it was true. Behold, on his ring finger: A gold wedding ring.

When did that get there? If Star was wearing it the whole time, he would have noticed and felt it there by now.



Jerma was already ordering some pizza, naming off the toppings he and Star love and hanging up. He walked on over to where Star was, who was still standing in complete shock and confusion and placed the back of his hand gently on his forehead.

“Woah, Star, you’re burning up. Why don’t we rest for a little bit. Before the pizza shows up.” Jerma said softly, wrapping his arms around Star and nuzzling his warm neck. “Maybe I can make my secret pancake recipe for ya afterwards~”

Star was just in all of hell confused and didn’t know exactly what to do. Just stand there and let his face continue to turn red from blush.

Jerma began to lean in closely in front of Star, eyes half open and leaning in dangerously close…slowly…closer to his lips…..



Before anything else could happen, Star abruptly woke up, immediately sitting up and giving some coughs and gasps here and there. His shirt had sweat stains from the neck hole and his face was still a soft shade of red. The ice pouch on his head fell off and felt cool air in his room.

He looked around, looked at any pictures nearby, and looked at his ring finger, seeing that he was in his house. No pictures of him and Jerma together in their wedding. No ring on his finger.

Star sighed and plopped back down on his back, letting the cool air brush through him. It was only a dream. A crazy fever dream is all there is. He remembered he went to rest for a bit after feeling hot and uneasy. He breathed in softly and closed his eyes for a moment.

Even though it was just a dream, he kinda wanted it to not end without that kiss…..