This was an idea I just came up with outta the blue. Apologies if it's no good, but hopefully something will make up for it. My OC, Joseph Porter, is inspired by Sherlock Holmes and me. His backstory won't be totally revealed, but you can probably find out little bits and pieces here and there.

This story's beginning takes place on the day of "Bon Bon the Birthday Clown".

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People usually ate their lunch while conversing with their friends at Echo Creek Academy. Lunch time was one of the only times during the school day that the students could talk freely, which the students used to their advantage. They would talk about drama, different classes, family matters, love, crushes, and a countless number of other topics.

Other people would just sit and eat their lunch, then work on other things, like projects with upcoming due dates, or invitations to parties outside of school. Some people would text their families while they ate, or read books as they guzzled down their drinks.

Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz were always seen sitting together. They were best friends, which was a well-known fact among the school by now. They lived in the same house, another well-known fact, although less known than the fact that they were 'besties'.

Everyone saw it that way. Star and Marco were just two buddies that liked to sit with each other during lunch.

Almost everyone, that is.

Echo Creek had just received a new student named Joseph Porter.

Joseph was a seemingly normal teenage boy. He was tall, skinny, and just wore whatever he could find.

Joseph didn't spend his lunch texting his family, or talking to friends that he hadn't made yet. He was simply observing as he slowly ate. He paid so much attention to everything else that it would be a reasonable guess that he'd forgotten completely about the food in front of him.

Joseph looked at people around him, noticing things that a lot of other people wouldn't take the time to notice and analyze.

First, he looked at a boy in a red hoodie and the girl next to him. Already, just judging by the way that they looked at each other, and the way that they were blushing at each other ever so slightly, Joseph could tell that they were crushing on each other.

One second.

Joseph's eyes moved towards their lunches and noticed that they were both packed. The boy's lunch box was red, and the girl's was greenish-blueish. While the lunch boxes were different colors, the articles of food that they were both pulling out of their lunch boxes were identical. The bags that contained their sandwiches were the same brand, even. Joseph noticed that they both had sliced mangoes. The girl had more mangoes than the boy, but there was mango juice on the boy's hands, so he had probably already started eating his.

Perhaps their lunches were packed by the same person? It was possible that they lived in the same household.

Two seconds.

Joseph noticed a cut on the boy's right hand. It wasn't a clean slice, so it was fair to assume that he'd accidentally forced that hand into something hard enough to leave a wound. The rounded end of the cut looked as though it was from a cheese grater. Joseph now knew that the boy was right-handed and that it was possible that he'd done something with a cheese grater recently.

Three seconds.

Looking back at the girl, Joseph notices something on the front of her dress. There was a stain on it. The stain looked about a day old, and it was a small stain.

Joseph mentally smacked himself when he realized that he'd not yet acknowledged that their clothes were wrinkled. Joseph had a feeling that they were both wearing unwashed clothes, since the girl had a stain on her dress, both of them wore wrinkled clothes, and there was a chance that they were living under the same roof, meaning that something could've stopped them from washing them. Perhaps a broken washing machine, or no soap for said washing machine.

Four seconds.

He'd gotten all of that in four seconds. Joseph was sure that was a record for him. He seemed to be getting better slowly, but steadily.

Bored with his current subjects of observation, he took one final glance at their appearances before returning to his meal. The boy had a red hoodie, the girl had tiny hearts on her cheeks, probably temporary tattoos, the boy had brown, wavy hair, the girl had wings, the boy had a mole next to his eye, the girl had-

...

"What?" Joseph said aloud, stopping his brain for a moment.

...

Joseph looked at the gap between the girl's hair and her back. There they were, clear as day. Wings. Actual moving wings.

Joseph's brain almost completely shut down. Wings weren't supposed to be on humans. Wings were supposed to be on birds and bugs. Woodpeckers, hawks, eagles, robins, hummingbirds, flies, dragonflies, and other things of that nature had wings.

Not humans.

Humans had arms, legs, shoulder blades, femurs, shins, chins, but certainly NOT WINGS.

Joseph was beginning to question his eyes. He was sure that humans couldn't have wings, but there they were, right on her back. Perhaps there was something in the school's lunch that wasn't supposed to be there? Maybe he had accidentally consumed large amounts of nutmeg, and was not hallucinating? No, he'd been nowhere near nutmeg for the past few weeks!

This was wrong. This was very wrong. There was no way that she could have wings.

The boy and the girl with wings were staring at Joseph. They caught him staring at them. Joseph barely cared. He was busy thinking of explanations as to why someone had wings. Maybe there was surgery involved? Maybe she was an alien? Her boots were definitely bizarre, and those hearts on her cheeks seemed to look realer and realer as she and the boy got closer to him.

Joseph broke his chain of thought and noticed that they were walking towards him, more than likely creeped out by the fact that he was staring that them.

"Hey, uh… are you alright?" the boy asked, looking sincerely concerned.

It took Joseph everything he had to not look surprised. Instead of telling him to stop staring at them, the boy was concerned for Joseph.

"Uh… yeah! I'm fine, thanks," Joseph said, smiling and giving the boy a thumbs up. "Why do you ask?"

Joseph wanted to punch himself. He should've let the conversation stop before it continued.

"Well… you kinda looked brain dead, no offense," the boy said.

"Oh, none taken! That… that happens sometimes. I just zoned out, that's all," Joseph said. He was lucky that he looked more brain dead than deep in thought. Usually, he did look deep in thought. Although usually, he wasn't shocked whenever he was observing people. This was different.

"Oh, well that's good," the boy said.

"Hey, are you new here?" The winged girl suddenly asked.

"Yeah, actually. I just moved to Echo Creek about a week ago," Joseph said. "This is actually my first day here, in fact."

"Well welcome to Echo Creek!" the boy said. "How do you like it here so far?"

"Well… it's alright. Not much has happened that I know of yet, so I can't really say what I think of it overall. I'm sure it'll grow on me, though," Joseph said.

"Oh, I'm sure it will. Especially with people like Star around!" the boy said, gesturing his thumb to the winged girl, who was smiling at his compliment.

"Aww, thanks, Marco!" Star said.

Joseph had their names now. Marco and Star. Surely Star was just a nickname, though! Joseph had never heard of anyone named Star. Then again, this girl couldn't be normal. She had wings, for goodness sake!

Joseph put his thoughts aside. He needed to continue the conversation if he didn't want to cause an awkward silence, but he was having trouble coming up with a way to continue the conversation.

"So your names are Marco and Star?" Joseph asked. He almost wanted to bang his head on the table in self-punishment. He had just asked a question that they had practically answered not even a whole five seconds ago.

"Yep, that's us!" Star said.

He was surprised for a split second but then came to the conclusion that they must've thought that he was asking just to confirm. And subconsciously, that's what he was trying to do. He shouldn't have been so worried.

"Good to know," Joseph said, smiling at the two. He noticed the stain on Star's dress with his peripheral vision and figured that the situation he sat in gave him a perfect opportunity to figure out what the stain was from. "Hey, uh…" Joseph said, shifting his eyes towards the stain. "You've got something there."

Joseph pointed at the stain, and Star looked down at it. "Oh, yeah! Marco made some nachos last night, but there were still some left when we went to bed, so I ate some for breakfast. I accidentally dropped one on my dress this morning, and I was too lazy to change into something else," Star explained.

'So the stain got there this morning, then," Joseph thought. 'That could mean that they aren't wearing dirty clothes, but there's still no explanation for the wrinkles. Wait, she didn't mention anything about being at Marco's house… and she didn't mention that he was at her house… so maybe I was right about them living together.'

Joseph opened his mouth to ask if they lived in the same household, but he found himself closing it after a moment, figuring that it would be quite an assumption to make about people that just met you. He didn't want to seem to know too much about them right after they meet.

"Were you gonna say something?" Marco asked.

"Nope."

"Oh."

Joseph didn't like where this was headed. There was no way that he could think of at the moment to respond to 'oh', so he decided to just ask the first question that involved Marco and Star that popped into his head.

"So… I noticed that you have wings," Joseph said.

He felt as though he couldn't have been any ruder.

"Oh, yeah! They're my mewberty wings!" Star said, grinning proudly.

"...What?"

"Mewbe-oh, right! You don't know that I came from Mewni yet!" Star said.

"...What?"

"Alright, so I'm from a place called Mewni from another dimension, but then I got sent here to Earth, because when I turned fourteen, they gave me a wand that's been passed down in the family for a really long time, but then I accidentally set our castle on fire. So, they figured that it was probably a good idea to send me to here," Star said in one big breath.

"...W-what?!"

There was no way that she was telling the truth. You don't just come from another dimension, then start living life normally on Earth. A million questions ran through Joseph's head. Did the state actually not care that a being from a completely different world got sent here? Who would be willing to provide shelter, clothes, food, and other vital necessities to an interdimensional alien?!

"Uh, Star? That might be a little too much info to drop onto the new guy," Marco said. He wasn't wrong - Joseph's eyes looked wider than dinner plates, and his mouth retained the shape of an 'O'.

"Oops…" Star said, smiling sheepishly.

"H-hold on… you can't be from another dimension, can you? I mean… has no one noticed, or… or… you must be lying!" Joseph said.

"Oh, yeah. I'm pretty sure that everyone here knows by now," Star said.

"Yet no one bats an eye?" Joseph asked.

"Nope. Everyone's so accepting here on Earth! It's so nice!" Star said, grinning widely.

"Right. Right. Okay. Entirely different dimension. That's all fine and dandy, but… hasn't anyone been after you? Like… people in the CIA, or guys that work at Area 51, or anyone like that?" Joseph asked.

"Nope! Not that I know of, anyway!"

Joseph gave up trying to argue with what he just heard. He didn't care enough at this point to really try and argue with the fact that there was an interdimensional being walking among Echo Creek's citizens.

"Huh," was all that Joseph could get out.

"Well… sorry about the info-bomb. I guess I got a little carried away with introducing myself," Star apologized.

"Oh, you're fine. I'm just surprised, is all," Joseph said. "Have you ever told all of that to anyone else right off the bat?" Joseph asked out of curiosity.

"Actually, yeah! There was this one boy named Roman, and he was really freaked out when I told him all of that. He was kinda mean at first, but he's nicer now," Star said.

"Oh, well that's good," Joseph said. Before he had a chance to say anything else, though, the bell rang, indicating that lunch was over.

"Aww… I don't wanna go back to class!" Star said.

"Yeah, no one does. But the day's almost over! Two periods left, then we get to go home," Marco said.

"Yeah, I guess. Oh, are we still going to the dance tonight, you and me?" Star asked.

Joseph kept that in mind. They must be in a relationship. Perhaps their blushing was usual, and they were still getting comfortable with their newfound-

"Of course! Just as friends, though!" Marco said, his cheeks turning a little red.

"Yep! Just as friends," Star added, blushing just barely enough for anyone to notice.

Joseph scratched his last thought. They just had crushes on each other.

"Welp, see ya 'round… uh…" Marco started.

"Oh! I'm Joseph."

"Nice to meet you, Joseph!" Marco said. Star nodded in agreement. "We'll see ya later!" Marco finished as he waved goodbye. He and Star disappeared into the large crowd of students going back to class.

Joseph headed in an opposite direction - he had an advanced English class to go to next. That was across the school from the normal freshman classes.

Definitely an odd first day of school. Joseph was trying his damnedest not to turn around and bombard Star with questions that questioned her story, but Joseph didn't feel like it would be worth it. Surely some kind of explanation would come soon. Still, the wings needed a serious explanation. Perhaps she wasn't lying, and she actually was from an alternate dimension? It seemed improbable, but it was quite possibly possible.

At least he'd already met a few new people. Star and Marco were definitely nice people, no question. He'd have to get to know them better. Of course, then they'd have to get to know him better, which is something that Joseph was a little hesitant to. He wasn't exactly comfortable with people knowing about the way his brain worked, or the speed that it could work at, or how much it could work.

But Joseph felt as though it would happen sometime. It was all a matter of how he would explain it without sounding like a major freak.

Not that he wasn't a freak, but at least it would look better if he explained it in a not-so-freakish way.