Not many know who Tom is, I'm guessing. Well, if he turns up soon in the episodes, then maybe you all will become interested in him as well. So, this is the concluding part of the two-shot, and please enjoy as I continue to spread awareness for this ship :)

I also think Tom would be a jerk but that's why it would work so well. Pardon this ending, I don't even know anymore, I'm a jerk too. So, enjoy!


It had been one week since that night. She contemplated on whether to call the demon or not.

Now that Marco had bought up up the subject, Star began to have second thoughts.

Star was dubious about the intentions of the demon, therefore didn't contact him right away.

This was a big decision! This could determine whether she wanted to include him back in her life or forget him forever.

The princess sighed, knowing that it may not be the best idea to go forward with either decision.

Star used to completely dislike Tom! When she said completely, she meant completely. It was unlike her to do this. Especially for Tom.

She knew how he was, and she really liked his jacket.

Although...

Marco was busy, so what did it matter? Tom was 17. The way he acted was from 2 years ago. Could she really go on those same assumptions from before? She guessed that she should give him one chance, even though that jerk might not deserve it. Besides, it wasn't like they were going out or anything. Star didn't have to trust him yet.

She sighed.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, should I call Tom?" she asked aloud.

Calling Tom.

"Wait!—"

She waved her arms frantically in the air. He took less time to respond, giving her less time to cancel.

"You're calling early..." Tom yawned. He was shirtless with salmon unkempt hair, seeming to have just woken up. Star's large blue eyes traced the lines on his light purple body. Her face flushed.

He chuckled at her.

"Apologies, am I disturbing you?" he asked. Star coughed and looked away to cover it up.

"No it's fine..." she lingered.

"Alright," Tom began stretching, although from Star's angle, it seemed to look like he was flexing. Oh galaxies...

"Look, you want your jacket or not?" she asked.

"Not really," he said. Star was about to remark, but was caught off guard by his response.

"Oh... Then why did you give it to me?"

"It looks better on you," his eyes began skimming her, as if checking her out. Star coughed to get his attention.

"Besides, I just wanted an excuse to see you again."

She blushed and looked away.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"You're such a shy star." Tom said amused.

"And you're such a good jerk." she remarked, "Whatever, so I'll see you tonight?"

"Why not, I have nothing else planned."

She gave him a look.

"I'm kidding, dear Star. I'll see you there."


The blond prepared herself for the night, spinning around in her— or rather, Tom's jacket. She liked the way it swished. It seemed to distract her long enough.

Star continued to admire herself in the mirror, staring at the black star on the jacket. It kind of looked similar to the star that was on his other red shirt.

"Star," Marco called. She looked up, brushing away any thoughts.

"Hai!" she piped.

"You're going out with Tom again?" he asked. She gave him a look.

"Marco are you physic, I could have sworn I hadn't told you that yet,"

"I thought we could have watched a movie or something..."

"With Jackie?" she asked.

"Nah, we're kinda on a break for this past week..." he muttered.

"Oh I'm so sorry Marco," Star jumped up. She patted his shoulder.

"Hopefully if I can clear my mind we'll return... maybe,"

She forced a smile. "That's good."

"So can you stay?" he asked. Star thought about the offer.

She was finally offered to be alone with Marco! To be able to spend time with her best friend after he had forgotten about her! After they had spent so long without eating nachos together. After sometimes she had to be the one to fight evil on her own.

...

After he had put her aside. After he had put his girlfriend over her. After he had ditched her for Jackie on occasions...

and now he wanted her to do different from what he did?

The slight ache in her heart arose.

"Sorry Marco, maybe you should be in your zone. I already have promises to fulfill," Star said.

"Tom's promises?" he asked. She nervously shrugged.

"It's a little more complicated than that."

"I'm insisting that you think about it, Star. He's evil. We fight evil,"

"Actually, I fight evil. You go out with Jackie. Besides... if he gets out of line I'll beat him in line," she said, "With my fists." Star made a gesture with her hands.

"So it's you and Tom then," Marco said.

"Yep," she responded. It was definitely more complicated than that, but Star lied for the sake of less questions.

"Hope you guys have more fun than watching boring movies," he said.

Star took out her phone.

"Hey look, I got a text. It says for you to stop being a donkey and to be a little more supportive like my best friend that you are,"

"You're going out with a narcissistic demon, can you blame me?"

"Hey! I respect your earth interest, so you respect my demon-sorta other galaxy-interest."

Marco turned away and rolled his eyes.

"Fine..." he said rather begrudgingly.

"Yay!"


Marco looked up at the large reflective surface. He was really going to do it! He was! Narrowing his eyes, he pressed the button on the side.

He sighed, knowing he would have to chant the ridiculous words.

"Mirror... mirror... on the wall, call Tom," despite the child-like words, he put on a straight face.

A few seconds passed by.

Tom picked up too quickly for Marco's liking.

The demon seemed to be nonchalantly leaning on some chair, placing his hands behind his head to support it.

He was giving a smirk, until he saw Marco standing there. It slightly dropped for a moment and his eyebrow raised. However, this was only momentarily before the usual gleam in his eyes returned.

"Well, you're certainly not Star." Tom hummed with amusement. Marco didn't see the humor.

"Yeah, I'm her best friend." he said. Tom waved his hand up dismissing the fact.

"Friends don't last." he stated.

"If you had friends, you'd know that they do." Marco said.

Tom gave him an unamused look.

"Because you probably enough friends to brag about it, right?"

Marco snorted.

"I don't understand how Star managed to think you could change. I actually think you've gotten worse. You're doing something to her, aren't you?" Marco interrogated. Tom chuckled.

"No... not really..."

"Then how come she decided to see you, out the blue of the day?" Marco asked. Tom ignored the earth talk.

"She actually called me. I didn't have to do a thing,"

"You're lying!" Marco immediately accused, pointing a finger at him. Tom shrugged.

"Funny you say that. Especially with the fact that you actually did all the work for me,"

"What are you even talking about?" he asked befuddled.

"Star was so heartbroken. She was so worried about the friend who was just too busy. I don't know what you did, but it drove her right back to me. Thanks for that, Marco."

The hispanic teen's eyes widened trying to decipher what exactly Tom was suggesting. He shook his head and glared at the demon.

"I leaned not to believe what people—er demons like you have to say. You're a fake, and all you want is some entertainment from Star. But she won't stand for it. You won't hurt her again."

Tom rose from his chair, the fire behind him igniting. His eyes threatened to give their silvery gleam they did when he was angry.

"Don't call me a fake, earthling!" he growled, "I don't think you're in the position to making claims on who's hurt her. After all, you're the one who rejected her, right?"

Marco was suddenly caught off-guard.

"What..? Rejected?"

Tom pacified himself quickly, leaning back into his chair. His hands slip behind his head again. He took advantage of the situation while pretending to look uninterested. His eyes averted elsewhere while looking bored.

"Oh yeah, she wouldn't tell me, but I eventually figured it out,"

"Figured what out?!"

"I figured out how to... enlighten her," he sneakily said, his eyes brightening.

"What did you do to her, creep?!" Marco demanded.

"I didn't ignore her. I'm careful not to repeat any of my past mistakes. I treated her like the princess she is."

"Really? I don't hear Star bragging about you too often," Marco said. Tom scowled.

"Maybe not to you she isn't," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry, you said something?" Marco mocked.

Tom's irritation caused his fire to ignite.

"Laugh it up, earthling, yet look who Star's going out with today."

"She can't just be doing this. You're doing something, aren't you?"

"Am I? Does it really seem like I'm making an effort to force her?" Tom made a gesture towards his relaxed body posture.

"If you do anything to her—"

"Yeah, I know, you'll cause some sort of dangerous harm on me." Tom said, half in sarcasm.

"I'm not done with you!" Marco said desperately. He was running out of things to say. Every chuckle echoed in his head as if reminding him that Tom was right—No he wasn't!

"What a shame because I've been done with you for two years now."

Tom hung up.


They were meeting up the same place as last time, Star hoped. She shrugged and sat on the rock. If this wasn't the place then he'd find a way to communicate with her. She looked at the jacket... hopefully he would.

"What if I told you that could keep the jacket?" a voice suddenly asked. Star jumped up, startled by the voice.

She glared up at Tom as he chuckled. Before she could yell at him, she first processed his question.

"Really?! I can keep it?" she asked. He nodded, motioning at the black jacket he currently had on.

"Well... Thanks!" Star exclaimed. Her first instinct was to hug him, she but stopped midway. The feeling of hesitation clouded her vision.

What if Marco is right?

"Is there something on your mind?" Tom asked. Star crossed her arms.

"You're a stubborn demon and you hold grudges forever. How do I know that you're different?"

"Well you're straight forward." he stated. She raised an eyebrow.

He walked around her, hands in his pocket.

"I was young." he said.

"Old habits never die." Star remarked easily.

"Fine then, I'll be honest."

"Go ahead."

"You ignored me since we broke up. I liked you, but you wouldn't admit you still did too. I admit I was angry for some time, but I couldn't do anything about it," he stopped and looked at her, "Then it's time for you to know what that feels like. So you call me as your back up plan. You called me as your second option! You resorted to me as a last method. I could argue that you basically used me to forget. "

Star looked away, her face flushing.

"That's...—"

"But I didn't care." Tom stated. Star looked up at him, eyes widening. He kneeled grabbed her chin so that she looked into his red eyes.

"I was willing to accept you, regardless."

His words caused to Star jump at him, causing him to stagger back. She embraced him tightly causing Tom to slightly smile.

"Alright... fine. Just shut your mouth already." she said, muffled by his shoulder.

"What made you have these doubts in the first place?" Tom asked, releasing Star of their embrace.

She hesitated.

"I was just thinking..." a nervous laugh left her throat, "You know me,"

Tom knew better. He had come to a conclusion. By the way Marco had suddenly called, he suspected that the earthling had tried to convince Star of something. It couldn't be anymore obvious.

"I do know you," he began, "And I also know that it was Marco who was trying to convince you."

Star gasped and looked up at him.

"No!" she blurted out in defense. Her impulsive behavior always ruined her lies.

"And you believed him, didn't you?" Tom asked frowning.

"I-I..." she stuttered.

"What did he tell you?" he asked. Star stood quiet.

"Did he say I was bad?"

"He's evil. We fight evil,"

"I bet he said that I couldn't change."

"You did break up with him for a reason, didn't you?"

"Or did he insult me instead?"

"You're going out with a narcissistic demon, can you blame me?"

Tom suddenly embraced Star again, slightly petting her blonde hair.

"Oh Star..." he said.

"What...?" she asked puzzled at his actions. She felt like there was this whole big secret that he was neglecting to tell her. Star didn't like it.

"So, you don't understand." the demon stated. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Understand what?!"

"What Marco is trying to do."

"But he's my best friend; he wouldn't try to do anything to me."

"Oh? But he already has," Tom grabbed her cheeks and turned Star to look into the red orbs that were his eyes.

"Marco left you behind. He ignored you,"

Star's eyes widened.

"How many times has he been willing to make an effort lately?"

"Not much..." she admitted.

"Did you feel important to him?"

She clenched her eyes shut.

"How much of a best friend did he turn out to be?"

"..."

"And now that you wanted a taste of happiness, was he supportive to you?"

"..."

"After he had made you sad, and I had made you happy, did it seem like he wanted you to stay happy?"

"..."

"It seems a bit selfish. Like as if he wants the happiness all for himself,"

"..."

"Look at me, Star." Tom said gently.

Her blue eyes slowly opened, and were greeted by his red ones. They were so comforting. The red was made her feel warm in her chest and pacified the conflicted feelings in her mind. The almost-crimson swirled soothingly around the irises of his eyes, seeming to make Star melt in his arms. His eyes were beautiful.

"If Marco doesn't care, then you shouldn't either. It's time for you to be happy." he said, thumb brushing over her cheeks. "With me,"

She blushed and slowly nodded. Star seemed to be listening to the message his eyes told her, and it began mixing up what exactly she thought. Tom smirked, as if knowing this.

The moment was suddenly interrupted by her ringing wand. She jumped back, coughing to brush off her slight embarrassment.

She looked down, surprised that she was receiving a call on her mirror.

It wasn't the fact that she was receiving a call; the mirror was practically magic (magic could do almost anything when used right) it was who was calling.

"It's Marco." she stated. Tom internally scowled, but immediately decided to take advantage of the moment —as always— He came from behind her, placing his hands reassuringly on her shoulders.

"Answer him," Tom said.

Star tapped the screen and held out the wand towards her ear.

"Hello?" she asked, less preppier than usual.

"Star! I thought you wouldn't pick up. Where are you? Did you leave already?" Marco asked, concern in his voice. For a moment Star seemed to believe it.

"Yeah, here I am."

"You didn't go out with Tom, did you?" he asked suddenly. Star furrowed her eyebrows. She glanced at Tom and he seemed to be narrowing his eyes.

"What if I did?" she asked. He sighed through the call.

"Something's not right about this, Star."

Star looked up at Tom. He had the look that seemed to say that he had told her so.

"See what I mean? He doesn't want you to be happy." Tom said, "Now go ahead, tell him what you think."

Star looked at her wand with uncertainty. Was she actually going to tell her best friend what she actually thought? Again, her blue eyes found their way to make contact with his red ones.

"Go on, tell him," he said gently. The way he said it was so soothingly... his eyes simply beckoned her to do it.

So she did.

"Trust me, Star. Awhile ago I talked-"

"Marco," Star said sternly, "I let you be happy with Jackie, alright?"

"Wait...—"

"It's my turn to be happy with Tom."

"Tell him how I've changed," Tom whispered.

"Tom has changed."

"Are you-"

"Tell him that you've made up your mind,"

"I've made up my mind."

"Star—"

"Ask him if he'll accept it,"

"Will you accept this?" she asked.

There was a pause on his end.

"I'm sorry, Star, but I can't-"

Star began looking at the mirror in a mix of anger and betrayal. His words reached deep in her chest and seemed to punch the special place she held Marco at. That meant Tom was right.

He had actually been right.

"Tell him he's not your best friend."

Star looked at Tom with sadness. "I can't do that!"

"You can. Deep inside, you know you want to."

The red ended up being too overwhelming.

"Then you're not my best friend, Marco." she shakily said.

"Star wait!"

"Say goodbye."

"No, goodbye, Marco."

She hung up and let her arm fall loosely by her sides. She exhaled deeply, blowing away a few strands away from her hair.

"You did a wonderful job, Star."

She looked down at her boots. The blonde princess sniffled. Tom walked so that he faced her. He let Star embrace him. The princess went a step further and buried her face into his chest.

"Oh Star, I know it hurts," Tom secretly smirked, "But It'll get better."

She looked up at him, blue eyes dim with sadness. "Will it really?"

His eyes were like fire on an icy cold day. He lightly placed his lips onto hers. Star found that they were surprisingly warm.

Everything about him was warm. Now that she was left out in the cold, she wanted to seek out warmth. Star didn't know what she had anymore. Everything was one big confusion, but all she wanted to make sure of, is that she at least. had Tom.

Being to eager girl that she was, Star pressed forward, her fingers finding their way around to grasp his horns and deepen the kiss. His arms snaked around her waist and brung her closer to himself. Both leather materials brushed against each other. She clung on for as long as she could. Star didn't mind being enveloped by Tom.

They extracted to breathe. Inhaling more frequently than usual, Tom replied.

"Yes. It'll get better because you have me now."

There was silence.

"Anything I do is for you, Star."

For some reason, Star couldn't find a trace of lies while looking into his eyes.

"Tom..." she mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you,"

He smirked.

"You're welcome, Star."