Star plopped down onto the couch and threw her shoes into the air, wincing as she heard the sound of a vase breaking somewhere in the Diaz living room. "Ummm... uh... I can fix it! Marco won't find out!" Star fumbled with her wand and aimed it at the shards of broken glass. "Returnius vasei normal-ridicus!" Star exclaimed, and a bright beam of violet light shot out of the wand. But when Star looked back at the vase, she was greeted by only a pile of ashes.
The fourteen year old princess nervously shoved her wand back into her bag as her best friend, Marco, walked back into the room. In his hands was a platter, with his signature nacho dish precariously balancing on top. "Hey Star, I brought the nachos you asked for." Marco said. He glanced at the charred remains of his mothers favorite vase, and then at Star's guilty expression. Marco decided just to keep his mouth shut. He'd already ruined the princesses night, why make it worse?
"Thanks, Marco." Star said. She reached out and grabbed the entire platter of nachos. Marco watched is surprise as Star stuffed chip, after chip, after chip into her mouth. "Soooo... you're hungry." Marco said.
"I didn't eat dinner," Star explained with her mouth full. "Why didn't you eat dinner?" Marco asked is an exasperated voice. Star looked down. "I... I wanted fit into this stupid dress," she muttered.
Marco stood up and walked towards his bedroom. "Oh, Marco, don't go..." Star called. But Marco didn't listen. Star was alone in the living room, just her and her beloved nachos. "Fine," she said to nobody in particular. "Marco can be that kind of friend. I don't care. I don't need him. I have my nachos. I'm fine." A little voice in her head started to bother her. "Who makes the nachos, hmmm? Marco makes the nachos, Star. If Marco is gone, who will make you nachos? Who will be your earth guide? Who will help you fight Ludo? You need Marco, Star Butterfly..."
Star pushed away the voice, and at that moment Marco walked back in. He was holding some clothes: a pair of sweatpants, socks, and his softest, freshly cleaned grey t-shirt. "Hey Star, I brought these for you. You shouldn't skip meals for anything. Not a dress, not a ball, and definitely not some creepy ex-boyfriend. Change into these, they'll be more comfortable." He tossed the clothes to Star, and she was grateful that Marco had come back. "Thanks Marco," Star said sincerely, hopping behind the couch to change.
And, for the rest of the night, Star and Marco sat on the couch, eating nachos, watching tv, and eventually falling asleep. And they dreamed of that evening; the night that their souls had been forever entwined by the light of the blood moon.