Marco Ubaldo Diaz. THE school's misunderstood bad boy that has a record when it comes to trouble. He- who do all sorts of very dangerous things in his life- feels absolutely irritated with his ever nagging exchange student from one odd dimension- Princess Star Butterfly of Mewni.
Cool, calm, and collected. That's what people call her. The boy didn't want to admit it. But, he used to think so, too. It isn't the case now, though. In he's eyes, all he sees is that cocky, clumsy, and another C-insult that he can't recall.
Just how unlucky is he to become that girl's housemate!? Quite. The ever goody-two-shoes Star was practicing hard in the Diaz backyard. Wondering why a child of such great and responsible parents became into that troubling kid on the embodiment of Marco.
Marco's parents always work 24/7 and then, Star got sent to Earth as his parents went overseas for business. She is in the strange and 'magicless' planet to prove herself as a perfect heir to the throne after her laid back parents.
The family wand was given to her for her starters. But, all of her efforts seem to go to waste. Magic just doesn't get into her naturally like it was suppose to. For some reason. That's why she needs Glossaryk and all his knowledge on magic. If only the guy could take a hint and be serious.
As Star spaced out, Marco was fixing his bike on the front yard. Only for a care package to fall from the sky from an unknown source. Marco yelped once this came in contact with his chest. He stumbled. Good thing that he's wearing his safety helmet. Well, not that he wants to be a safe kid!
Or anything. No way! No-no! Not. A. Chance. (Maybe.) He inspected the thing in bewilderment and looked for where it came from. He's ganna punch the living daylights outta the fool who thought he could throw stuffs at a bad boy!
He found no one. No one was around that lazy afternoon. He scoffed. The idiot must've ran away. He looked at the package again ang saw Star's name in pink calligraphy. A terrible color on his hands. Still, he should probably give it to her. Marco may be a misunderstood bad boy. But, he is never a burglar to take things that seem valuable. Plus, as much as he know Star, that spoiled girl would probably be getting something ucky and princess-y. Ugh! That's gross.
So, he walked to their backyard and cleared his throat. As a perfect picture of royalty, Star turned with grace. Star is never the one to say no to chances when it comes to real etiquette. You'll never know if there's a regal lover behind.
Disappointed, she only found Marco. Marco looked at the royal heiress in a blue gown as he held the box in a hand. He raised it with annoyance. Star looked, cautiously. She then asked, "What's that?" Marco gave her a scowl.
"A box. What else?" He deadpanned before dropping it as he continued his unwavering facade. He watched as Star gazed at it with sheer curiosity (after glaring at Marco for being so reckless with a package that seems to be hers).
Then, she opened it. Her eyes widened once she saw the contents. Marco went to see what the big deal is and saw a fancy scissor wrapped, elegantly. Perfect for a princess! But, too much for Marco. He clicked his tongue. He's right about the thing being something girly. "I don't get it." Says he as Star's smile reverted back into a frown after hearing her unwanted chaperone's comment. "You weren't told to."
She told. "This is a dimensional scissor. It cuts dimension walls into a portal to go to other dimensional planes. That dear, so kind! Princess Ponyhead gave it! As written in her card. Oh! I better write back!" The princess explained.
"Woah there! I just told one thing. Didn't ask ya to lay it on and tell me a whole story, princess." Marco smirked. "Well then, you may go. I suppose someone of your caliber gets antsy when being outshined. You have done your job. So I ask you to go. And thank you for delivering." Star snaps.
"Woah. Woah. Woah. Hold that tongue, princess!" Marco's temper spoke for him. "Me? Being outshined by YOU!!? Ya must be kidding. That's BALONEY!" He exclaimed.
