Chapter 1: Undeniable
Rating: (T-M) Not for Children.
Main Pairings for Story: Starco, JanTom
Summary: [MarcoBadBoy!AU] - His life had been filled with Death and Heartbreak, changing him for the worst. That is, until one obedient princess helped change it for the better.
A/N: Hello there lovelies! I hope you all enjoy this Starco story. Just a few things. Everybody is between the ages of 17-19. Star, of course, was sent to Saint-Olgas, and Marco is a broken Bad-Boy. Alright, enough said. Let's get on with the chapter!
Narrator's P.O.V
Star looked upon her mirror and frowned, eyes traveling all over her body, examining her posture. It had only been a month. But it was time to move, yet again.
With a held back sigh, she opened one of her pink colored suitcases and placed a couple of dresses she was going to be taking, including some undergarments, towels, and a brush. All of this packing was making her tired, and she refused to use her wand due to how much damage she had recently caused with it. She had recently been given the wand after returning, and Star had all but fixed the entire place.
With yet another frown, she walked back over to her closet in order to retrieve three more of her dresses; placing them inside the same suitcase before shutting it with a soft 'click'.
"Are you done packing Sweetie?" Her mother called from the other side of her bedroom door, knocking on the hardwood.
Star stilled in place. "Yes, mother." She replied in a formal tone, voice slightly wavered.
The door opened slowly, creaking as it did so. A woman with diamond cheek marks and a huge blue dress appeared at the door, her presence emitting royalty. "That's wonderful, I'm just going to get the guards to help you place your things into the carriage." Her mom told her, smiling.
She nodded and walked out of the room quickly, hoping that she wouldn't be in her mother's presence any longer. You see, she has random moments of when she was in shock, when she was back at that horrid place.
Her mind goes back to it, each and every single day. There was no peace... no rest in her life. Her mind was plagued by the haunting things she saw and experienced, never once finding any moment of tranquility.
Her mother noticed her reaction and felt understandable pity. Ever since her daughter had returned from sending her off, she... had been acting strange.
Sure, she acted much more proper, but that didn't deny the fact that even she, her mother, knew something was wrong.
Maybe she shouldn't have sent her to saint Olga's... But there was nothing she could do now because her daughter was fully changed into an individual of respect and obligation.
Or was she really?
Star could see the carriage now, and she quickly rushed over to it as fast as she could in order to get away from her mother. She didn't wish to face her in the state she was in.
"Star, wait!" Someone called out to her, light footsteps heard from behind. She willingly turned around and found her mother running after her with something in her hand. Her face immediately returned to her usual neutrality, her back straightening as well.
"Yes, mother?" She asked her, hoping her expression didn't give off the way she was truly feeling.
Her mother handed her the family wand, a little out of breath. "You almost forgot your wand. Try to be careful next time." Moon told her, scolding her lightly.
Star looked at the wand and her eyes flashed for a moment.
A knife, the tip covered with barely any blood. But there was blood alright. She knows. It was just a matter of seconds before they—
"Sweetie?" Her mother asked again when she received no response from her daughter. Star looked up and excused herself, before grabbing the wand and scurrying off into the carriage. She was unaware of her wand changing into her own design of wings and horns, just as she was unaware of it pulsing green. Her mother waved her goodbye, but she ignored her.
As Star entered the carriage, she lifted her arm, looking at the same little purple scar that caused her so much devastation. "I need help." She muttered to herself quietly.
Marco really thought today was going to be a better day. But of course, life had other plans.
He spit harshly onto the dirty cement below, frowning as he pushed the doors with great force aside. He looked around the same disgusting hallways, the same disgusting people, and made his way towards his first period.
The only reason he was going to class today was that his boxing teacher had warned him to attend. No attendance, no afterschool punching sessions. And he anxiously needed to punch something today.
Plus, attending school helped distract his mind with irritable things. Sure, he hated it, but at least he wasn't cooped up in his house the entire time. Though, he would much rather be there than here.
Walking past the rows of students on their lockers, Marco couldn't help but make his scowl deepen upon hearing the things they said, or the way their invasive eyes scanned him over as if he were some murderer. He should be used to their stares and looks of fear, but again, after four years, things were still the same. And not once did he ever get used to anything.
He entered the classroom the moment the bell rang, the teacher looking at him in mild surprise. She stopped writing on the whiteboard, and her eyes then narrowed into slits.
"Well, look who decided to come today. And on time!" The teacher yelled, pointing her wasted marker at him.
He grunted and went all the way to the back of the room to sit down harshly onto a creaky broken chair, not at all in the mood to argue with the teacher today. The teacher eyed him the whole time, which he rolled his eyes to.
"Look teach, can you stop staring at me? I don't have time for this." He told her calmly, a slight growl in his voice. It was no use, he would never find any place where everyone would just not bother him.
She gave him the stink eye and turned around to write on the whiteboard, choosing to ignore her student. It was only Thursday, and the week was already tiring enough. Just as she lifted her marker and pressed at the whiteboard, the phone rang, stopping a couple of students from their loud discussion. She sighed angrily and stomped over to the phone, picking it up with her badly manicured fingers.
Marco watched as the teacher talked on the phone, her eyes casting on him from time to time. It got to the point where it was beginning to annoy him. What the hell was she looking at anyway?
"Diaz, they want ya at the office." She snarled once she finished talking, slamming the phone back onto it's holding.
He groaned and threw his head back in frustration, wondering what they accused of him this time.
Marco entered the principal's office, an annoyed scowl displayed on his face. Can't he just have one day of peace? Jesus Christ.
His eyes landed straight at the principle, the principle sitting in his usual red chair with his chubby looking self.
"Here we go again, Diaz. It's like there's nothing else for you to do other than mess around! Now you're in here again, and this time it's for a very good reason." He started, clasping his hands together in a laced fold.
Marco glared with no respect. "Right. What did I do this time?" He asked, sarcastic.
The principal frowned and pointed at the blue chair seated in front of him. Marco looked at his movement then at the chair, heading over to sit on it when he got the clue. The principle folded his arms.
"I believe Diaz," He grabbed Marco's file and opened it, "that this belongs to you." He said, handing him a small ticket fee.
Marco took the ticket from his hands and almost felt his eyes bulge out of his head. You know regularly, Marco didn't seem affected by his doings. But he didn't do whatever was written on this, that's for sure. I mean, breaking one of the urinals in the bathroom? Are you kidding?
"What the hell!? I didn't do any of this shit, fatty. Why're you giving it to me?" Marco yelled at him, slamming the ticket onto the table. The principal jumped a little by his action but then composed himself.
"Quit the lying! I know for sure it was you." He replied, sure of it.
Marco looked at him with an expression that clearly displayed shock and anger. "What? Just because I skip school doesn't mean I did this! What is it with you dumbass teachers and pointing fingers!?" He exclaimed, clearly offended. He never did anything, yet people accused him.
The principal sighed. "Look, Diaz, we don't just 'point' fingers. We take the evidence from the scene and connect it to whatever we see." He explained casually, pushing up his glasses.
Marco bristled. "So you just presumed it was me who did it because I'm a male and use the school restroom?" He asked, clearly angered.
"In a word," the teacher cleared his throat, "Yes."
Marco was about to respond with a sharp remark when he was interrupted by a loud knock coming from the office door. "Come in." The principal called out, making Marco only glare further.
In stepped two large armored guards, one of them holding a chest while the other held a scroll. A beautiful petite blonde-haired girl stepped inside with them, wearing a crown and a beautiful elegant blue dress. Her hair was up with a beautiful big red bow, which was ripped slightly by one of its strands.
Marco turned to all of them with wide eyes, the principal the opposite. He looked idle, "Hello, gentlemen. And young lady." She looked up and bowed in response. Marco turned his widened eyes to look at her when she bowed, his mind not believing what he was witnessing.
The guard with the scroll in hand took a big step forward suddenly, opening the glowing scroll.
In a loud booming voice, the guard read from the scroll, "Hello fellow Terrans! We have come to introduce you to Princess Star of Mewni! She shall be attending this location called 'school', and in return for this, we shall give you a mighty reward!" The second guard popped open the chest, revealing jewels, gold, and even diamonds.
The principal almost had a heart attack upon taking witness to the golden and shiny objects. "Yes, yes! She—erhm—she shall attend this school!" He immediately agreed, his eyes radiating greed.
The guard with the chest spoke, "You shall receive the reward in another condition. She will need a guide to help her throughout her time staying here with the ability to teach her everything she will need to know about this realm."
The principal nodded and desperately looked around, finding none of his assistant helpers present at the moment. Right. He sent them to get papers earlier.
Marco stood there, unable to move because of how shocked he still was. Upon noticing him, this gave the Principle an idea. "Ah—Um yes! This boy here—" He pointed at Marco, grabbing him by the arm, "Will tell her and teach her everything she needs to know."
Marco stopped looking at them and snapped his head to the principle, looking at him as if he was crazy. "Wait—wait—What—"
"Excellent!" The guards both shouted. "We leave the princess in your hands." One guard said, and with that, they left, not before the Principal practically snatched the chest to gaze upon the contents inside.
Marco looked like someone had just told him a rabbit wasn't a bunny.
After the guards had exited, Star turned her head up to look, her crystal blue eyes landing on him. Her eyes widened upon taking a look, her cheeks becoming pink. He looked rather... handsome, though distasteful. His outfit basically radiated rebel towards her, and she couldn't help but grimace. Black hoodie, jeans, red Converse… A few tattoos on his arms, a scar on his cheek…
Marco walked up to her slowly, scowling.
She kept her gaze on him, still examining him from head to toe. This was highly inappropriate, but Star had completely forgotten she was still in existence.
She kept staring at him until he was right in front of her, unaware of what he was saying.
"Didn't you hear me, sweet cheeks?" He asked her, making her pause and blink, suddenly realizing where she was.
Her eyes blinked up at him innocently, and she suddenly found herself without anything to say. Her pink hearts glowed a slight tinge of pink, and she excused herself for how out of focus she was.
He replied only with a glare.
Marco slammed the door open and exit out the principal's room, hands inside his hoodie's pocket. After a not-so-fun talk with the principle, he decided it was better to do this than have his boxing classes come clean cut. I mean, how bad could this all really be? It was better than being in class for the whole day that's for sure.
He turned his head to look at her, observing how her cool eyes stared at him. Maybe if he left her alone—Nah. Cameras were near. Can't leave if he knows the principal will see.
Rolling his eyes, he ignored the girl behind him and continued walking, hoping that she would get lost and find someone else to tell her. It wasn't technically his responsibility to show her around, right? So it didn't bother him much.
He felt a presence catch up and walk beside him. It didn't take him a whole geometric understanding to know who it was. He turned to look at her.
"Hello," She said politely, blank.
He turned forwards and ignored her.
"I'm sorry to bother, but where exactly are we going?" She asked, still polite despite the small pang of irritation that shot through her upon being ignored.
"Why don't you figure it out?" He replied snarkily, clearly annoyed.
She scowled. "Excuse me, what's with the attitude? I only simply asked one question."
He sneered. "And that's your mistake right there. I don't really like it when people ask me questions. It's annoying." He told her honestly, noticing the fire in her eyes. Anger, perhaps.
She inhaled a breath and released it. "It was only a question. A simple one, at that." She said, obviously hurt. This guy was treating her like some sort of garbage. Well, it wasn't anything new. "What is so wrong with a question?"
Marco scowled at that. There was nothing wrong with a question. He just couldn't bother with people asking questions, let alone talking with him. Deciding he had nothing to say, he looked onwards, clearly trying to get this girl off his back. Jeez, this was just another start of another mess wasn't it?
Realizing that this person wasn't going to help her, Star remained quiet, deciding to focus her attention on looking around. Maybe with observing the place, she could find the answers to her own questions.
As she looked around, she was unaware of Marco's eyes on her very being, taking a good look at her. It was surprising, to say the least, to find a pretty girl with... an almost practical ball gown. It reached up to the ground, it just wasn't puffy like the ones he's seen in princess books. It was long but loose, yet tight from the waist up, covering her arms but never her neckline. If he had to be invasive, he would be able to see cleavage if it wasn't for the fact she was, uncomfortably, pulling her dress up each time.
He also noticed the shiny crown on her head, along with a bright red bow that held her hair up in a ponytail. It complimented her well with her outfit, however, Marco couldn't help but notice that the crown didn't exactly... suit her. But who cared? Not him, for sure.
Traveling back up, Marco noticed she had hearts on both of her cheeks. It would have been normal for him, if not for the fact that he had seen them glow before. It creeped him out a tiny bit, but he couldn't dutifully care.
And although her blue eyes looked beautiful even with the awful lighting of the halls, he could tell that she held something back. They weren't bright nor full of joy, but rather plain, and all placid.
It made him think.
Star turned to look at him once more and found him still, all the same, minding his own business. It made her frown, and she felt quite stupid to be following him around when he wasn't telling her about anything. About to open her mouth and ask again, she realized he was speaking to her.
"We're heading to the cafeteria. Just to... show you or whatever." He finally answered, eyes elsewhere.
Star stopped thinking and looked surprised, her eyes widening. Then, realizing she hadn't replied, she smiled. "Oh. I presume its... Where we receive food, correct?" She asked, remembering that there was a cafeteria back when... She decided not to think about that place anymore.
Marco looked at her then, noticing her frown. He decided not to pay it any mind. "Obviously." He said, "Don't you know what that is?"
Star offered a nervous smile. "I apologize. I'm not from around here." She said honestly, twiddling with her wand's wings.
Marco raised an eyebrow. He hadn't heard a word those weird guard looking guys said, so this information he was receiving from her was confusing him. "So... You're not from America?" He asked, then noted to tone down the questions.
"America?" Star said, furrowing her eyebrows. "I thought this dimension was... Earth?" She asked, confused.
"Dimension?" He asked in turn, making a face. "What are you talking about?" Who is this? Is she mentally ill...?
"Why yes," Star said, smiling politely. "I am a magical princess from another dimension," She said, presenting her wand for it to sparkle glitter. Wow, it didn't set on fire this time.
Marco stopped, absolutely flabbergasted. What the Fuck? She was a what now? "Uh..."
"Look," She pointed her wand at a set of lockers, releasing a glittering wave towards them. The moment the wave of magic touched the metallic material of the lockers, they melted, causing Star to wince and set her wand down. "Ah... I'm sorry," She turned to his still form, "I'm not exactly an expert on my use of magic yet." She told him sheepishly, arms to her side.
Marco was looking at the lockers without emotion, except for his mouth that was slightly open, indicating he was shocked by it all. This... This wasn't physically possible. How can this girl, with an almost perfect American accent, looking decently human, be from another dimension? And how the hell did her wand magically destroy those lockers? Magic doesn't exist!
His chocolate eyes turned back to her then, narrowing. "What the fuck?" He simply said, stepping away.
Star frowned. "Did I insult you by destroying those objects? I'm terribly sorry. I cannot control this... magic. That is why I was sent here, and—" She sighed and looked down dejectedly, lacing her hands together in front of her. "I do understand if you wish to... not continue the tour." She said, reminding herself to straighten.
Marco didn't know what was happening. He just knew he was very... freaked out. And this was new to him, because—What the fuck? You know, this just wasn't normal. At all.
So, in an effort to talk to her without him freaking out, he said nothing, deciding to keep those thoughts to himself. This was probably just some prank, anyway. "Whatever." He muttered, continuing his walk, hoping to forget what he just witnessed.
She looked up and remained still as she watched him walk away, wondering if she should follow or not.
After a moment's decision, she followed after him, hoping not to embarrass herself further.
At that moment, she suddenly realized something. Where was she going to sleep? She started freaking out internally, and she hoped with all her might that Marco wouldn't notice her heavy breathing. If she were not able to find a place to sleep before the ball of light in the sky became night, then she would have to regretfully sleep in her carriage, or out in the wilderness. Her mother would probably be furious with her if she told her she had no place to sleep in.
"I apologize, but," She paused, watching him side-eye her briefly, "But where are... the dorms?"
Marco stopped and looked at her. He raised an eyebrow, deciding not to question it. "There are no dorms here." He replied instead.
Star, surprisingly, managed to mask the dread on her face. "No... dorms? But I thought this was... an academy?" She asked, trying to hide how anxious she felt. She could already feel her breath begin to clog in her throat, and her heart accelerate as if squeezing itself.
Marco looked irritated and crossed his arms. "This is a school. There's only classrooms and bitchy students around here." He said, disinterested. Why was she asking? Did she not have a place to stay?
Star made a face at his use of language. Nevermind that, though. She needed a place to stay. "Is there an area nearby where there are dorms? A temporary home, perhaps?" She asked, a little embarrassed to be asking this question. People expected future queens to be prepared, and yet here she was, without any plans?
Marco's expression held it's scorn. "Not that I know of." He shrugged, obviously not interested. It was pointless, this was Echo Creek. There was nothing around here that was actually useful.
At the sudden look of disappointment and sorrow on her face, a sudden thought came to his mind. And though he would never, not ever, consider this to anyone, he realized that he was considering this to a girl he just met.
It was conflicting. This was a weird, actual magical girl, who claimed to be a princess, from another dimension, that just happened to come here and not have... what he presumed, a place to stay. He wouldn't consider this. At all. He barely knew her, and he was certainly freaked out about her. But... He couldn't help but feel a little out of place all of a sudden, just by looking at her.
"You said... temporary, right?" He asked, surprised with himself that he was actually going through with it.
Star suddenly brightened, "Yes, of course." She replied, voice eager. Though, she was doing a good job of keeping herself from jumping in place.
Marco contemplated. With a side-scowl and a defeated sigh, he gave in. "You can stay at my place for now. Just because." He muttered, not meeting her eyes when she looked at him with... whatever that feeling was.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she offered a kind smile, "Thank you."
Marco looked right at her then, blank. That smile... it made him think.
But not enough, for after that brief conversation, he returned to the task at hand, not at all thinking about the risks that would bring when he offered his place as a stay.
Stopping at the open double doors, Marco turned to look over at Star, who seemed all but happy. He didn't know why, but of course, it must've had something to do with him. He rolled his eyes, "And this is the Cafeteria or whatever." He looked back towards the tables and felt relieved to find it mostly empty, with the exception of certain kids around. Probably their free period. "I suggest you don't eat from here," He told her casually, stepping inside.
Star followed suit. "Why?" She asked him.
"Food is contaminated." He told her, tone bored, obviously hoping this whole tour could go by much quicker. That talk they had at the hallway kind of took away the time they had.
Star felt surprised. This dimension was... not what she expected it to be. Good thing he told her that, she was just about to consider eating something from there.
Walking onward, the walk was mostly silent besides Star's frequent questions and Marco's irritated grumbles. It wasn't so bad, Star thought; at least Marco was answering her now. Earlier he was barely even looking at her.
Although she felt much better that he was actually answering her questions, she still couldn't help but feel slightly irritated that he would always answer with a harshness to his voice. It was as if he hated her presence near him, or as if he didn't want her there. She presumed he liked being alone, based on her observations. If she were to get near him, he would respectfully distance himself from her. Or when she would attempt small talk, he would just ignore her. It was only the necessary questions that he answered.
In conclusion, he hated her, and he was a bit of a jerk.
"Hurry up, yeah? I don't like being in here." He growled, turning to her, taking a quick peek to his left.
Scratch that, he was a big jerk. "Excuse me? I'm going at a relative pace. Besides, I'm only taking a look to familiarize myself." She said, glaring at him. How rude.
Marco scrunched up his nose and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever, Queeny." He muttered, still walking. She glared at him because of the new nickname, wondering if he was that much of a jerk to leave her. Oh well, if he did, then she would just... Well, she would have something else just in case. Whatever that was.
Busy looking around, she was oblivious to her surroundings, accidentally bumping into someone.
She almost fell onto the floor if not for some reason, Marco catching her before she fell. How had he—Why was her dress wet and dripping?
Almost immediately, she could feel wetness soaking on her new dress, making her glance down and notice it had a dark purple stain.
Standing up, she made a face and turned to look at who bumped into her, finding three girls, two of whom were laughing at her. The only one that wasn't laughing was a girl wearing an aqua green t-shirt and some shorts. However, there seemed to be hidden smirk under her blank expression.
Star was about to apologize, but... Marco didn't seem all to keen on letting her do so. Mostly because now, he was glaring at this girl as if he were about to kill her.
"Jesus Christ," Star heard Marco mutter under his breath, making her still. "Why the fuck are you here?" Marco asked, his glare scorching as his eyes turned to the girl.
The girl with an aquatic streak in her hair grinned at him, "None of your damn business. Can't a girl introduce herself?" She replied, tipping her skateboard up and holding it with her hand.
Marco remained silent but rolled his eyes. So much for avoiding her...
Turning to Star, he crossed his arms and glared, "Let's go." He said, brushing past her.
Star was about to follow, but the girl with the skateboard grabbed onto her, pulling her back.
Star's eyes widened, "Miss—"
"Look, Girlie," She sneered, gripping her forearm tightly, "I don't—"
"Fuck off, Jackie. I'm serious." Marco hissed darkly, ripping her arm away from Stars. "I don't want you around my territory." He told her clearly, obviously pissed. He's told her time and time again he didn't want to see her around him. He also didn't want her to bother him, as seeing her only brought terrible memories into his head.
Jackie rubbed her wrist and snorted, "Since when was this," Her eyes idly landed on Stars, "Your territory?" The girls behind her giggled.
"You know what I fucking mean." Marco growled in reply, "Just fuck off. I don't want to deal with your stupidity right now."
Jackie's lips clamped shut, but her smile stayed intact. With a small flicker of hatred in Star's direction, she walked passed them, the girls following behind her.
Star and Marco watched her leave, and without much said, Marco left as well, probably to leave her too.
It didn't really bother her, though she wished he would have at least been decent enough to—
"Here," He said to her, turning back to her and handing her a few napkins.
Star took them and looked at him, only to find him walking away again.
Star, upon cleaning a certain amount of the stain throughout the entire tour, muttered something to herself about dresses.
Marco only looked at her as he stopped by his Locker, hearing what she said. Throughout his entire day of showing her around, he had noticed that she seemed pretty embarrassed with only a simple cranberry juice stain. He also noted that she was pretty persistent in trying to remove it. "Your dress doesn't look too bad." He said truthfully, however, he sounded still rather irritated.
She took notice of how his once vexed expression seemed neutral now and smiled at him. "Thank you..." Her smile fell, however, "Oh stars, I forgot your name." She said, releasing a small sigh, "I'm sorry I don't really pay atten—"
"Marco Diaz." He told her, cutting her off mid-sentence. "My name is Marco Diaz." He repeated again for good measure, still no emotion in those eyes of his.
Star took note that she liked that name, despite not liking his attitude. But she'll let it slide, for now. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Marco. I don't think you know my name, either that or you forgot about it," She watched how he raised an eyebrow, "I'm Star, Star Butterfly."
Although he was fully aware she might have mentioned it before, he was rather glad she repeated it. He often forgot about names, mostly because he just didn't find them important.
When he glanced down, he found her hand stuck out, at what he assumed to be a handshake. He made a face, "I don't do handshakes..." He muttered.
She huffed in annoyance, as she clearly was tired of his rudeness. Couldn't he have respectfully declined? Besides, her hand wasn't even remotely dirty—
Star would say she was surprised yet again as he willingly took her hand and gave it a firm shake. Is he bipolar?
She looked down at their hands making contact, and suddenly, her eyes widened. This... wasn't real...?
Blood could be seen oozing from her arm, her fingers beginning to fill with it. Her wide eyes looked up to see the standing corpse of a princess she once knew, a forced smile on her face. The men behind the corpse stood behind, metallic scissors stabbing into the body—Stabbing into her body—
Marco instantly felt her hand tighten around his own, and the way her eyes suddenly became... green. Her eyes were on him, her breathing shallow, looking spooked, terrorized.
"Don't..." She whispered quietly, staring right at him, eyes almost at the brink of tears.
Marco looked behind him and then back at her, looking a little shaken himself. What was happening? Why did she look so... scared? About to ask her what was happening, Star's eyes returned to their normal color, her expression relaxing.
She closed her eyes, and opened them up again, finding herself back in the school with a somewhat uneasy Marco staring at her.
She let go of his hand and wiped some cold sweat that happened to be on her forehead. "I'm... Excuse my actions," She chuckled nervously, still shaken up, looking at his confused look, "I wasn't thinking right."
He gave her a questioning look but didn't comment anything else.
Whatever just happened to her... confused him. But he didn't exactly... care much. He only met her today, after all. And even if, he cares for no one anymore.
Except himself.
The moment Marco left the school, he could suddenly tell that she felt uncomfortable. If he were a good person he would ask why, but he wouldn't like to bother. It wasn't in him to bother, as it only brought trouble.
They arrived at his home and she still continued feeling uncomfortable. He made a guess it was either because of the stain on her dress, or the way she suddenly acted back at school.
"Do... Do you know where the changing room is?" She asked him awkwardly, the moment he sat down on the couch.
He side-eyed her, remote already in hand, "You mean the bathroom?"
She looked rather embarrassed. "Erhm... Yes, I suppose."
"It's on the second floor, third door to your right." He answered blankly, turning on the T.V and leaning back on the couch. Again, he didn't exactly care what she felt. He invited her over, and if she wanted to stay, she could. And if he didn't, then he wouldn't feel indifferent, all the same.
She nodded and replied with a quick, "Thank you", before heading upstairs, hoping she would be able to find the right room.
He watched her leave, somewhat upset that she was no longer next to him. He looked all over her back.
He did have a nice view though.
Star stepped inside the bathroom carefully, finding it dark. 'Oh, dear.. Where is the light source?' She asked herself. Searching the walls, she found no torch, no nothing. She did find two little switches...
"Um, Marco—" She stopped. Maybe she shouldn't bother him anymore. He might get mad at her and try and kill her this time, and then send her away off to an evil village to sell her body parts and her mother will be all alone and upset and disappointed—okay. Maybe she was overreacting a little...
Before she had gotten to the respected room, she poofed up her suitcase with a little hesitation, taking out a bright green dress. A small part of her felt proud that a simple spell like this had worked, though, another part of her still felt rather weary, as she had no idea how to find the light source, let alone where to clean and wash her body.
Placing her new attire down, she decided to take her risks and flip the switches. Suddenly, the room was illuminated with bright white lights, and she could now notice the shower in the corner, as well as what she presumed to be the toilet. And she thought there was no magic on earth...
She closed the door behind her, forgetting to lock it as she would normally do back home. Since light just suddenly sprung up out of nowhere, she thought that the doors here automatically locked themselves. Boy was she wrong.
After undressing herself properly and letting her hair down, she moved her way over to the corner where the tub was and found herself confused. There were two little handles and a showerhead on top, as well as an array of shampoo and soap. After making sure to take out some of her own shampoos, she stepped in, gazing at the two little knobs with curiosity.
How would these help her shower? No matter. She'll figure it out.
Star stepped out of the shower and dried herself, using separate towels she found on a stand near this sink thing...
After drying herself, she put on her undergarments she had left out earlier. She was about to proceed to put on her actual clothing but found the door opening up slowly.
"Hey, Queeny, what's taking you so long? I swear you've been up here for like an—"
She shrieked.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Shit! Sorry!" He breathed and slammed the door shut. The warmth was all over his face, and he could feel himself breathing heavily. Maybe bringing in this spoiled princess was a bad idea...
"Marco! Where the heck are your manners!?" She screamed from inside the bathroom.
He felt himself turn even pinker. "I didn't know you were done! The door was open so I thought—"
"Well whatever you thought, you thought wrong! Didn't you ever hear about knocking first!?" She yelled back.
He released a groan.
This girl was going to be the end of him.
A/N: There you go lovelies! I know it isn't much, but please review in order for me to know if I should continue. I swear it'll get juicier. Hope you enjoyed!
Toodles~
Ana.
