Like all great love clichés, the love story of Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz began with a kiss.

It was nothing special.

She was his best friend, it was a romantic moment.

The scene was set- midnight in Paris. Well, if by midnight you meant 8:34 PM, and by Paris you meant a cardboard Eiffel Tower that decided to keep falling on unsuspecting couples during their pictures.

That's right, Prom.

Sophomores Star Butterfly and her best friend Marco Diaz walked through the doors hand in hand, arousing some rumors. None of them were true. The pair were truly just friends.

They were just there together as neither had a date.

They had planned to dance together once, but only because Star had begged the night before as she knew her best friend was an incredible dancer.

"Star!" Marco said, pushing her hand away from his hair.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it! It feels so weird without all the random little spiky pieces!" she said, pouting. "I like the spiky pieces."

"You're so weird." Marco teased, and the blonde stuck her tongue out at him.

"If I can't play with your hair what am I supposed to do?" Star asked, the concern in her voice completely genuine.

Marco let out a small laugh. "I don't know, anything?" he said, and she began poking his cheek with a pastel-colored fingernail.

"Not what I had in mind." he said, taking her hand in his.

"Soooooo...prom. What do you do at a prom?" Star asked, and Marco shrugged.

"Dance?" he said, and Star seemed to like the idea.

"Sounds fun! Dance with me, nerd!" she exclaimed, taking his hands and spinning in circles.

Star did every Earth dance she'd learned, which was not very many, since she'd only been there about two years. Marco had talked her out of doing anything involving magic...her wand was still a little bit rusty from evolving. She did the Macarena, the Chicken Dance, started a conga line...

Marco stood over to the side pretending to be embarrassed but secretly laughing. He figured it was time to make her stop when the music slowed and she was still pretending to be a chicken, but wen he grabbed her wrist, she pulled him into a waltzing position.

"Hey, Marco! You were missing all the fun!" she pouted, and Marco hoped she didn't know that was intentional.

Eventually Star's arms slowly slid their way around his neck, and Marco pulled her in just slightly closer, not wanting to overstep a boundary.

The music seemed to last only seconds once Star put her head on Marco's shoulder, whispering, "I love you." quietly into his ear. Marco was flustered and had no idea how to respond to such a thing.

Then he remembered this was Star, who threw the word "love" around for everything. She loved casts. She loved SpongeBob. She loved grocery shopping. Marco was just another item on her endless list of love.

So he didn't think much of it, he just pulled her into a hug and murmured, "I love you too."

Star smiled, trying to treasure the rest of the one dance she'd persuaded him into, intoxicated by the feeling, longing for him to hold her this close for just a little bit longer.

Wait a second, why was she thinking this? This was MARCO! Granted, she loved his hugs, but not...not THIS much.

This was something different.

She had told him she loved him, and he did say it back.

Was this more than friend-love?

Star had never felt this way around anyone before, and once the song ended, her fingertips lingered for as long as possible.

She'd only been promised the one dance, and she was not too proud to beg for another.

Well...maybe a little. She'd just have to trick him into it.