Star Butterfly woke up on a normal morning, to find she wasn't in her normal pyjamas. Huh. She wasn't wearing her normal day getup either, but a pink frilly dress with a white bow. All the events of the evening before rushed back to her.

Tom had interrupted a lesson at school to invite her to the blood moon ball, and after declining a number of times she finally gave in to his charm. Marco, (being seriously in love with her) tried to coax her out of it. Star wouldn't relent and ended up going.

Star wasn't having as good a time as she thought she would, while Marco was having the time of his life sitting down, eating nachos alone, being bitter about the whole situation (Sarcasm implied). The painting of an old sailor said "Blood moon tonight". Marco had looked around for a bit until he convinced himself it was nothing. A second short sentence; "The moon of lovers", got him standing up. He looked sideways and saw the bell and hammer used to summon the elevator to the underworld.

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Tom and Star had gathered around a red guy who had introduced the meaning of the blood moon spotlight, saying its light would shine apron two lucky souls, binding them together forever.

Binding them together forever!

Star only just realised the meaning of the events last night, and understood why Tom had completely overreacted when he caught Marco dancing in the spotlight with Star.

Back to the flashback...

Tom had noticed the music being played and went off to change it, wanting the night he and Star were bound together to be perfect.

Marco had other plans though. He had grabbed a mask, not wanting Star notice it was him until he knew it was safe. As everyone was mingling he searched for Star, wanting to protect her from the demon boy Tom.

He found her and before he knew it, he had her waltzing under the light of the blood moon.

"Star," he asked, keeping the dance smooth.

"How did you know my name?" she asked, entranced by the waltz.

"It's me, Marco!" He whispered, a little less smoothly.

"Marco?!" She asked in astonishment.

*Slam!*

Tom had pushed Marco out of the way in his fury.

Marco was in the floor, backing away as Tom walked towards him in a very intimidating manner.

"That dance. Was meant. For ME!" The room itself was on fire as Tom flew up into the air. "ARRHHG-" *Clonk!* Tom fell to the floor in a cube of ice Star had conjured.

Star and Marco went home and had an argument about whether or not Marco should have come. Star went to bed in a bad mood that night, still in her fancy dress.

Thinking about all this, Star put the pieces together. Tom had invited her because he thought they would be bound for all eternity by the blood moon's light. But instead, Marco had shown up and the spotlight shone on them.

Marco and I have been bound together by cosmic forces. She thought to herself. Does he know?

~#~#~

Marco was lying in bed, thinking about the events of the night before. He had heard the red dude talk about the blood moon's light, and that's what made him hurry to Star. He didn't want Star and Tom being bound! He hadn't even asked her out yet! He was kinda glad he had gotten to dance with her under the red light from the moon. He didn't get why she was so mad, does she prefer Tom to him? No, he pushed that thought from his mind.

He had actually intended to ask Star out when they had gotten home that night, but she had gotten mad. Does she prefer Tom? This thought haunted him over the next few days, until that day when she destroyed her wand to save him. Surely she cared about him a lot, to sacrifice that much for him. So he started to build up the courage. He wouldn't ask her out too soon, that would be insensitive. A week passed and he was finally ready.

~#~#~

Marco took extra care to make himself look as handsome as possible that morning, double-doing his hair and taking extra measures to wash his hoodie before Star had even gotten up that morning. He was singing a love song subconsciously, so when Star came in half an hour later asking him about it he scolded himself. Stupid!

"What's that song you're singing, Marco?"

"Well, uh, it's... This guy, singing about a girl he loves so much he'd be willing to s sacrifice everything for her."

"Wow, you were singing it so passionately, you must really like Jackie!

~#~#~

Just keep playing the Jackie card, you don't know if he likes you yet.

~#~#~

"Right, Jackie..."

It's now or never Diaz.

"So, Star, I was thinking,

~#~#~

Please please please please

~#~#~

"Will you, I mean, would you..."

~#~#~

"Yes?"

Keep it cool, keep it cool...

~#~#~

Pull yourself together man.

Marco mustered all of his courage and asked:

"Star, will you go out, on a-a date, with me?"

~#~#~

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

"Yes Marco! Yes!"

She pulled him into a warm embrace, and before she knew it, his lips were against hers and they were as warm and gentle as she imagined.

~#~#~

"Star! Marco!"

Mrs. Diaz walked in on their moment and was astonished, and yet she wasn't.

"Honey come quick!" She called to a sleepy Mr. Diaz. She turned to them and said "The bathroom, of all places!" With a smile.

~#~#~

Marco sighed in relief, he genuinely thought they were in trouble then. He started to entwine his fingers into Star's as his father took a picture. One look at it told him they were blushing like tomatoes.