Disclaimer: I do not own Star Vs The Forces of Evil. It's a pretty good enough show as is, and it doesn't need a fanfic author telling it what to do. ...oh, I made myself sad...
Of Magical Wands and Safety Helmets
Drool
It was the mixture of early-morning monster fights, old late-night sitcoms, and cheesy nacho binges that finally defeated the intergalactic warrior princess that day.
Star sat on the couch with Marco, shoving every last sumptuous morsel of baked tortilla and artery-clogging cheese into her ravenous piehole that she could. Her shoulders and fists still ached from the truly supreme butt-kicking she and Marco had given Ludo's fairly incompetent minions, so having a little, quiet moment like this with her best friend made her relish the event even more.
A sudden bark of laughter erupted from her as the sitcom's primary comedic relief spouted his tired, clichéd tag line. She didn't know why she enjoyed the show so much; even she, with her limited knowledge of Earth popular culture, could tell that the writing was hackneyed at best and the characters had less common sense than she when approaching some new novelty. Still, something about the repetitive jokes just clicked with her in some way.
Also, the one-liners were awesome.
"Ha! It was always the pineapple!"
Star slapped a hand on her leg before a long, drawn-out yawn slipped from between her lips. The audible cracking of her jaw nearly distending echoed through the mostly quiet room.
Marco favored her with a quick look away from the television. "You getting sleepy?" he mumbled through a small mouthful of nachos.
"Pshaw," she said, flipping a hand in an off-hand manner. "Like we really did anything all that tiring today."
The Hispanic boy raised an eyebrow. "You took out a two-story behemoth wielding only a wet-noodle."
"Like I said, easy-peasy." She smooshed a finger to his lips when he tried to continue. "Now, quiet! It's nacho-TV time!" Star squealed and put her fists to her chin as the characters on the screen began talking again, one of them now wearing a bear suit (it was that kind of show). "Ooh, he's gonna say it again!" She threw her hands up in the air as the canned laugh track hit its mark. "Yay, pineapple!"
Marco watched her for a couple more seconds, wondering where'd he gone wrong (or, well, right) when his best friend ended up being someone like Star. Sure, the princess was awesome to hang out with, and he was never wanting for a chance to put his long-trained martial art skills to the test thanks to Ludo and his goons, but he did sometimes muse on what made the two of them click so well.
After a moment's thought, he just shrugged and turned back to the show (with the bear-suited man having recently punched out another guy in a nun habit). Eh, it wasn't like he was all that normal, anyway… or at least not so much anymore.
Several minutes passed with nothing happening except for the inane escapades on the show until Marco felt a slight pressure on his shoulder, followed by an ever increasing amount. He glanced to the side to see what it was and almost just failed keeping a blush from rising to his cheeks.
Star was leaning against him, her head just lightly resting on his shoulder. The blonde princess's face was a peaceful and calm sight to behold, her lips slightly parted and soft breaths puffing ever so gently from between them. From how quiet and still she was, there was no doubt in the boy's mind that she was fast asleep, the day's events having finally caught up to her.
The possibility of it being a picturesque scene was ruined by the intermittent snorts and snores Star let out, plus the fact that she was also heavily drooling all over him. Drool, he felt compelled to mention to himself, which was clearly mixed with not a small amount of nacho cheese. Marco knew how bad cheese was to get out of clothes, especially when the household laundry was his chore. It was going to be torture.
Marco held himself from involuntarily flinching back as the girl leaned harder into him, rubbing her face into his hoody's sleeve and grinding even more cheese-drool into the material. The result created a bigger smear that ran from the top of his shoulder to halfway down his bicep, and left Star's mouth and parts of her cheeks a gooey mess.
He briefly considered waking the girl up, if only to spare his clothes from any more of the atrocity, but stopped when she let out a happy sound as she rubbed her face on his sleeve again (leaving an even bigger stain on both it and her face).
Marco sighed, a ghost of a smile tracing his lips. He turned back to television and lowered the volume a little, so as not to wake Star up, before shifting the bowl of remaining nachos onto his lap. Well, what kind of friendship wasn't worth a few hours of frantic scrubbing and muted sobbing?
Star let out a giggly snort. "Heheh, pineapple..."
A/N: Add another one, a little longer than the previous. For the most part, each drabble is completely separate from the others, but there will be a couple 'arcs' of sorts. Nothing like a full-blown story, but definitely more continuity than the normal ones. Also, wow, two reviews for the first chapter. I'm flattered.
