My first story, so go easy on me.
The Blood Moon Ball, from what I've seen and heard, is one of the best episodes of the show so far. I agree big time. I've also heard it's a good source of Starco shipping… which I ALSO agree with. This is a continuation of that episode how I'd imagine it'd go between the two.
As Marco was in the kitchen preparing nachos for Star, he was thinking about all that had happened today. He went through things no other teen can say they have; he karate-chopped a demon's hand off, he sneaked into the Blood Moon Ball, he had his first dance with STAR, and he was almost roasted alive by an enraged Tom! Needless to say, he had a very eventful day.
"What a day." he said quietly. "Glad it's finally coming to an end." While he waited for the nachos to be done, he thought about the dance he had with Star, and how amazing she looked tonight. Even before she left, Marco thought she looked amazing, but the light from the ruby moon seemed to enhance her beauty, making her appear mesmerizing. He didn't want to admit it, but he's starting to develop a little attraction to the Mewnian.
"It's just not right..." he thought. "How can I already have developed a crush on her? I've only known her a few days. Yet I've made more progress with her in those few, short days than I have with Jackie since we were little kids!" Soon, the nachos were done, and he went to take them to Star. He expected to find her in the living room watching TV, but she wasn't there. "Hmm… maybe she's in her room." he said quietly. So he went upstairs to find her, and sure enough, he found her still on the balcony, just looking up at the night sky.
"I see you're still out here on the balcony." Marco said, giving Star her nachos. "Yeah." She replied back. "It feels really nice outside, and the sky is really pretty tonight." "I'll say." Marco responded. As he examined his surroundings, he noticed neither he or Star had a place to sit. He went to his room to get his chair, as well as another one for Star and a little stool so star could put her plate on. Both then sat down, enjoying each others company and the night air.
"Hey..." Marco said after a short period of silence. "Star?" "Hmm?" she replied. "About earlier… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have went to watch over you at the ball. I should've trusted enough to let you to take care of yourself." he said. "I've already forgiven you for it, Marco." Star told him. "I know you were just wanting to make sure I was safe." "That may be, but like you said, I should've been a friend instead of a hero. I know you can handle yourself very well, but I still worry about you. Don't know why though; you're one of the toughest girls I know." he said, slightly blushing. "While I can't promise it won't happen again, I CAN promise I'll TRY to let you handle yourself should a similar situation occur." he finished.
"Thanks Marco." Star replied. It touched her that Marco sincerely cared about her. She hadn't met many boys that cared about her even HALF as much as Marco has, and she's only known him or a few days. But within those few days, she's developed a strong bond with the boy. "So..." Marco asked, feeling a bit nervous. "How was I at dancing?" "You're pretty good. I just wish it could've lasted longer." she replied, a bit nervous herself. Marco, mustering up courage, asked "Wanna try it again?" "Absolutely!" Star replied excitedly.
Both stood up and Marco went to take her now-empty plate to the kitchen, while Star went downstairs and into the backyard. Soon, Marco joined her, carrying a radio. He scrolled through the music, looking for a slow song. After a few seconds, he found one, and offered his right hand for Star to take. She took his hand in her left hand and placed her other hand on his left shoulder and he placed his left hand on her right hip. Then both teens began a slow dance, each swaying the other to the rhythm of the music. As they gazed into each others eyes, a smile and a blush formed on both their faces. A good bit into the dance, Star rested her head on Marco's shoulder, just enjoying his company.
"Marco! What are you doing?!" his mind yelled. "She's your friend! You shouldn't be enjoying the slow dance that much!" However, while his mind was telling him no, his heart was telling his mind to shut up and let Marco enjoy the dance. "But he likes Jackie!" his mind yelled. "But right now, I think he likes Star." his heart retorted.
Finally, the song came to a close, and the two teens came to a stop. But before they separated, they both gazed deeply into each others eyes. Star got lost in Marco's gorgeous brown eyes and Marco was lost in her beautiful blue eyes. After a few seconds, they both pulled away, blushing big time. "That was really fun. Thank you for that lovely dance Marco." Star said, breaking the silence. "You're welcome Star." Marco replied. "*yawn* It's getting late. I better head on to bed. Good night." Star stated, planting a soft, sweet kiss on Marco's cheek before she went inside to prepare for bed. Marco's face lit up as red as the moon at her kiss, momentarily stunning him. After a few seconds, or possibly minutes, he recovered and placed his fingertips on his cheek where Star had kissed him, smiling slightly. He looked in the direction Star left and muttered "Good night." Feeling tired, he decided to go on to bed as well. Before he stepped inside, he took one last look as the blood moon and smiled. "If what that demon said about our souls being bound for eternity was right, I think me and Star are going to have one heck of a bond." he thought.
While Marco wouldn't ever admit it out loud, he was hoping that demon was right. Star had already changed his life drastically and in such a short time, and while it had its downs, the ups far outweighed the downs. "Can't wait to see what tomorrow holds for the two of us." he said under his breath, finally heading inside to prepare for tomorrow.
*Well that was my first story. What did you think? Did I do good? Is there something I did wrong that I should try to fix for future reference? Or did I utterly suck? Let me know. I'd like to get some feedback. Critiques are welcome, but flames ain't.