"Marco!"
Marco woke up to the sound of Star screaming, dancing around his room. "Wake up, Marco! GETUPGETUPGET-"
"I'm up!" Marco yelled, throwing his hand in the air. When he saw the shocked expression on Star's face, he lowed the hand, and quieted his voice as he repeated, "I'm up."
"Okay, okay, good because... I need to go to mall! And I can't go alone you know," Star raised her eyebrows.
"What time is it, anyway?"
"Eight a.m. What does a.m even stand for? On Mewni, we didn't have 'a.m's. Man, Earth is so weird. The mall opens at nine, by the way, and we have to get there before nine so we're there when it opens! I don't want other people to get all the good stuff."
Marco rubbed his eyes, which were stuff adjusting to the world. "Star, I'm really confused right now. First of all, it's Monday. We have to go to school. Second, the mall is basically dead all of the time, especially on a weekday. No one's going to take all the 'good stuff'. Third, are those more Tom clothes?"
"Oh, theesee?" Star placed a hand on her hip, jutting it out. Star was wearing the same red top from the night before paired with long black skinny jeans, which were so distressed they were basically nonexistent. Marco had never seen such a destroyed pair of jeans. Her hair was in two braids, one on each shoulder, and a plaid flannel was tied around her waist. She looked like one of the seniors at school who were too cool for... well, anything, really. "Yeah, more Tom clothes. I feel so... LIBERATED! Like, a fiery feminist or something."
"Do you even know what a feminist is?"
Star bit her lip. "No. I don't know what the word liberated means, either. But I saw this crazy girl with a blonde afro saw it in this YouTube video, and there were all these comments from those weird Internet people saying that girls who know about politics are hot. I want to be hot."
"Well," Marco swallowed the words, I think you're hot whether you know about politics or not. I think you're hot no matter what you're wearing and I would never say otherwise. "You shouldn't say things you aren't... educated on."
"Okay. I won't," Star jumped onto Marco's bed and wrapped her hands around him. "Thanks, Marco. I can always count on you to teach me the ways of this dimension."
Marco sucked in a breath, her warmth taking him by surprise. "Yeah, Star, n-no problem. Kinda my job, ya k-know?"
"Aw, come on," Star whispered into his ear. "You don't really think of this as a job, do you?"
Marco felt like he was about to explode, and began to wiggle out of Star's grasp. "Okay, let's, let's go to the mall now!"
Star was still sitting on the bed when Marco stood up. "Why are you already dressed?" Star asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Must of fallen asleep in my clothes." After breaking twelve wooden boards in frustration.
"Then let's go!" Star jumped off of the bed, squealing.
Marco stomped down the stairs, Star following close behind him. "You've never wanted to go shopping at the mall before," he murmured as he reached the ground floor and headed towards the kitchen. "What do you even want to buy?"
"Clothes," Star threw the fridge open and grabbed a carton of strawberry yogurt. "I changed my style."
"For Tom?"
"For ME!" Star waved a spoon in the air violently. "I mean, Tom did make me this stuff, but I can't expect him to make all of my clothing, right? And I feel grown up in this. Less like a preschooler on Halloween, you know?"
"You never looked like a preschooler on Halloween, Star. Your clothing was unique, and everyone liked it. It's what the Princess of Mewni should wear. It represents your personality and it makes people happy. A breath of fresh air, that's what those 'preschooler' outfits are," Marco rambled on and on, his cheeks growing red.
"Marco, anything I put on is what the Princess of Mewni should wear. It's what the Princess of Mewni WILL wear. Besides, you have a red hoodie, and I have a red shirt so we kind of MAATTCCH!" Star sung the last wood at the top of her lungs.
Marco grabbed his own yogurt, a vanilla. "Well, I'm still not sold on the idea of missing school."
"Get sold, then, because-" Star tossed her yogurt into the trash can. "We're going."
"Fine. Get the bikes."
"YAY!"
Hey guys! It's the author here. I know this chapter was really short but I wanted to give you all some Star/Marco interaction. Plus, the next chapter is going to be extremely long and... TOM moves in ;)
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