So this is something I have wanted to do for a while. I do enjoy all the short one-shot stories I read, so here is where I'll be posting my own every now and again. Some of the premises may be a bit cliche and overdone, but I can't help myself. I just like putting my own spin of different Star and Marco scenarios. These will go up every now and again in between any other longer stories I write, so enjoy and feel free to leave a review and let me know what you think! Thanks!

Purple Hearts

"Oh no no no no no no!" Star squealed, as she picked yet another sticky purple heart off of her face and let it float slowly to the floor of her room. She sat on her bed, nervously biting her wand as she stared worriedly at the ever growing pile of purple hearts collecting on her carpet. "This cannot be happening again…"

It had been roughly a year since Star's last Mewberty incident at school, and that had resulted in the almost complete destruction of the building. She had, effectively, gone boy-crazy, and had started kidnapping every boy that she could get her hands on. While the process had given Star her Mewberty wings, they were still fairly small, and Star knew that couldn't be right. Her mother's were huge and magnificent, and her own pair paled in comparison.

The princess sighed, spotting a few more hearts growing on her forearm. Gasping, she hurriedly scratched at her arm, causing the hearts to shed and fall off onto her bed. Star then groaned. I saw this coming, she thought weakly, thinking back to how small her wings still were, but I just didn't think it would be so soon! The girl has gauged from the fact that her wings still had a lot of growing to do that her Mewberty process wasn't entirely over, a fact that she kept to herself.

And who knows what I'm going to be like this time? she thought it despair, rubbing her eyes with her balled up fists. I almost destroyed the school last time. This time it could be the entire town! Star sighed again, glaring at the pile of purple hearts. Suddenly, she scowled, and pointed her wand at them and blasting them into a pile of ash.

I am not gonna let something like that happen this time, thought Star determinedly. I will keep myself locked away from the outside world, in my room, where I can't hurt anyone. Especially not any poor unsuspecting boys.

Yet another array of hearts materialised on her face as the thought of 'boys' crossed her mind, causing Star to groan in annoyance. As she was picking them off for what felt like the hundredth time, her heartbeat stopped as she heard a knock at her door. I can't let anyone see me like this!

While she was quickly picking the hearts off of her face as fast as she could, she heard a young male voice call out to her, which only filled her with a sense of complete dread.

"Oh Starrrrr! You hungry? Cos one Marco Diaz made his super awesome nachos for a certain princess!"

Oh no. Any colour except purple drained from Star's face, as just the sound of the boy's voice made Star's knees weak and caused another blast of hearts to appear on Star's face. In all the excitement of trying to protect the general public from her Mewberty, she forgot about the one boy whose house she was living in.

What the heck am I gonna do about Marco?

In her state of shock and fright, Star had neglected to reply to Marco, and she spotted the knob on her door slowly turning, As quick as a flash, she used her wand to disintegrate any and all purple hearts laying about in her room, and proceeded to pull her golden locks forward over her head in order to cover her face. She managed this just in time before Marco entered the room.

"Star? Did you hear- huh?"

Marco eyed the sight in front of him with confusion. There was Star, his best friend, sat cross-legged on her bed, wide eyed and with all of her hair draped over her face. "Uh, everything okay, Star?"

Normally, Star's eyes would be drawn to the delicious looking plate of nachos Marco was holding, which would instantly cause her to start salivating like a Pavlovian dog. But in her current state, there was only one thing her dilated pupils were focused on. Marco himself.

Star could feel the hearts appearing on her face, even if it was hidden. It was a burning feeling, which matched the internal feeling of complete longing she experienced just staring at Marco. It was like she was starving for him. She didn't know how long she could contain herself before she just lost control and pounced on him, so she plucked up the courage to do the safest thing for everyone involved.

She picked up her wand and blasted Marco out of her room.

The boy slammed against the wall of the hallway outside, nachos spilling all over him. He groaned, wincing in pain. When he looked up in annoyance and confusion, he saw that Star's door was firmly shut.

Marco got up slowly. "Urgh … what the heck was that for, Star?" he yelled, his jaw slightly clenched at the ongoing pain. He heard Star's nervous voice from the other side of the door.

"Sorry, Marco! I just … I just really need to be alone right now!"

Purple hearts were growing on Star faster than she could tear them off. Now she was really panicking.

"So you decide to blast me with your wand?" Marco groaned, making his way to Star's door yet again and standing outside. "Seriously, Star, if there was magic on earth, that would be considered extremely rude!"

Marco waited for Star's response, rubbing his side sourly. And yet he heard nothing.

"Star? I'm talking to you!" he yelled through the wooden door. Still nothing. Really? First she blasts me out of her room and now she ignores me? Marco sighed in irritation. I am really gonna have to teach her a thing or two about earth manners.

"Star!" After significant waiting with no reply, Marco clasped the doorknob and barged into Star's room. "Seriously, Star, what has gotten-"

Marco froze, eyes widening at the scene before him. Instead of seeing Star, all he saw was an epitome of purple. Hearts covered every inch of the room, stuck like glue to the floor and walls, even floating carelessly in the air. The boy gulped.

Oh no. "S-Star?" he croaked nervously, slowly walking in, looking around for his best friend. "You in h-here?"

All he heard was a girlish giggle that echoed throughout the large bedroom, sending shivers down Marco's spine. I thought we had already been through all this…

Suddenly, a purple figure swooped down from the ceiling, causing Marco to recoil and fall flat on his behind. Marco looked up in pure fear, and saw before him Star in her Mewberty form, purple wings spread out majestically. And she was looking down at Marco with a smile that could only be described as hungry.

"Marcoooo" she cooed, eyeing the boy curiously with her large, heart-shaped eyes. Marco choked on the air he was breathing, paralysed in fear.

As Star began to slowly float down towards him, Marco regained control of his limbs and he carefully backwards crawled away. "S-Star, I know you're not - that you're not qu-quite yourself r-right now, b-but…"

The boy trailed off as Star slowly descended on him, just inches above his cowering figure. Marco was now sweating, and had turned a deep shade of crimson at the sheer proximity of him and Star. The princess just giggled at this, staring intensely at Marco through half-lidded eyes.

"Marco's a boooooyyy…" she whispered softly, wrapping all six of her slender purple arms around Marco. Now the boy truly did not know what to do, as his mind was completely fried by this point. He clenched his eyes shut in fright as Star slowly closed the distance between the two of them, planting her lips gently on Marco's.

At this, Marco's mind boggled. His mind was going a mile a minute, unable to comprehend what was happening. And yet slowly, as if on autopilot, Marco's tense body gradually slackened as he experienced the soft, fluffy feeling of Star's lips on his. He hadn't expected this to happen, but now that it was …

Marco realised that he was kissing Star back. What am I doing? I shouldn't be doing this! She's your best friend, Marco! Even still, he found that he couldn't help himself, as him and Star stayed in this lip-locked position for a fair few minutes.

He felt the lips slowly leave his, and he carefully opened his eyes. Before him he saw Star Butterfly in her normal Mewman form, sat ontop of him with her arms wrapped around his torso and the most red face that he had ever seen.

Suddenly, Star leapt backwards off of Marco, fear and embarrassment evident on her scarlet face. "Ohmygodohmygodmohmygod!" she panted, avoiding eye contact with Marco, "I am so sorry, Marco! I don't know what came over me! It was another round of Mewberty and it made me go all crazy and you know what I get like around boys and - and - and -"

Marco, by this point, had gotten up off of the floor and placed a warm hand on Star's shoulder. "Star, relax! It's okay! I know you couldn't help it." Marco smiled warmly at her to which Star returned sheepishly, apology in her eyes. Marco continued awkwardly, "And besides … it wasn't … y'know, so bad…"

Star stared up at Marco, mouth slightly agape. She had a twinkle in her eyes and red soon settled on her face once again. "R-really?" she asked, a spark of hope in her voice.

This was more embarrassment than Marco could take, so he rolled up his wrist and glanced at his non-existent watch. "Well, would you look at the time! I'm beat! I'm gonna head off to bed!"

He bolted to door as Star stared at him run in wonder, briefly hearing a "Goodnight, Star!" mixed in with all the thoughts buzzing around her head. As the door closed shut, she just stared into nothingness, processing what Marco had just said. Then, a small, girlish smile creeped up on Star's face, her hearts slightly glowing.

She giggled in mirth. "Not so bad, huh, Diaz?" she said to herself gleefully, and she made her way over to her bed for a good night's sleep, wading through piles of purple hearts all the while. "Not so bad, indeed."