It's smaller than I expected
The Diaz household is by no means considered too tiny or uninhabitable―just―different. Living behind the castle walls of Mewni, sometimes it felt as if there was no other life that could be lived than the life of a royal. It felt as if there would always be so much. So much hallway, so much rug, so many rooms―but so few people. Funny how a castle so big could feel so empty; however this house was anything but. It wasn't as broken or poverty struck as the shantytowns in the lower districts of Mewni, nor did it carry a sense of regality or refinement that Mewman nobility had polished―but then again, this wasn't the same dimension that she had called "home".
It was different.
And this time, Star liked different.
It has only been a few minutes and every single second there was a new sight that catches Star's gaze, running questions and realizations to this whole new world.
No moons hanging above
No rivers running through
A broken stone path put together
Small houses
Stepping along the adobe brick steps, Star couldn't help but feel the creeping sensation of euphoria well up inside her. As the door suddenly bursts open, breaking her train of thought, the driver that reigned the manticore immediately slumps over, leaning against the doorway. His thin, lanky arms swung back and forth from of searing exhaustion as he exasperatedly attempts to catch his breath, finding temporary solace lying in the coolness of Star's casting shadow.
"OH―HWOAH! AH―HAHA ah..." the boy scrambles about, collapsing into a weak bow. "THE―ah...THE UH―oh jeez...Y―YHOUR BELONGINGS HAVE BEEN BROUGHT TO―to your room...YOUR HIGHNESS!"
"Oh! Erm...Thank you―You may be dismissed"
Keeping his head down, the carriage driver barely manages to leave the door open for the princess. As soon as her father had called for the young Mortimer, the lad had run off to tend to her parents. Although the goodbye was lengthy, after talking to Mrs. Diaz, Star's parents were satisfied. With a final wave, they were off, leaving Star to pave her own destiny. A few steps inside and a sudden rush of new smells waved forth―a sweet fragrance of vanilla with hints of unfamiliar spices tantalizing her senses.
"What a heavenly aroma", Star coos.
"That would be the cinnamon rolls, Star", Angie remarks from the kitchen.
"Oh! Sounds exotic"
"They should take a bit longer to prepare―so in the meantime.." Laying into the nearby sofa, Mrs. Diaz stretches out her arms, cracking her elbows in a drawn out wave―taking the moment to get comfortable with the exchange student.
"You really are a princess, huh?"
"Princess Star Butterfly―future queen of Mewni", she cheerily greets and curtsies.
"We've never had a princess live with us before―OH!", tilting her head in a semi-bow, she smiles warmly towards Star. "―your highness―Ooh! How exciting!"
"'Star' would be just fine, Mrs. Diaz", Sharing a seat with her host, she began to look about the room, inspecting the very nature of this new household. "Does anyone else live here? I didn't see anyone else upon my arrival"
"Well there's my son and husband―but they aren't home at the moment, so it's going to be just the girls for now", she giggled.
"But who are those individuals?", Star gestures towards the orange brick arch. "Do they also live here?"
The wall was nearly covered with framed photos of different shapes and sizes. Each featured one or two children in this wall of diversity―different expressions, divergent skin colors, young boys, girls, and―is that a sheep-horse?!
"These are all the foreign exchange students that our family has hosted in the past―just like you", Angie informs. "This house has been home to students from all around the world. We've had children from Switzerland, Japan, Egypt―they come to learn in our schools and learn about our culture. And in exchange, they share some of their culture with us"
"That sounds like a wonderful experience~Do any return?"
"These children come and go, but the memories they've shared with us remain―and that's more than enough for us. And one day, your photo will also hang there for years to come"
Star couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that she would be a part of something greater―but then again, being a part of the Butterfly lineage would be the same. Further gazing at this wall, Star began to notice a trend amongst the photos.
"But what about that one?", Star inquires. "He's been in a few of these photos"
The boy seemed to be more frequent in the older photos, posing spontaneously alongside the other children. In some cases, the boy would be hidden within the background, pretending to be a chair or some sort one-eyed bearded man―It had gotten to a point that Star played a brief game of sorts, scanning each photo to find the red-hooded boy. However, within the last few, the boy seems to have vanished.
"That's my son, Marco. Boy, he was quite the handful growing up"
"But where is he now?"
"Well―he should be at school right now...hopefully..."
"School?" Star was caught by surprise. "I didn't know you were a member of nobility"
"Oh Star, here on Earth, anyone can go to school"
Such an idea was unheard of on Mewni. Typically, a formal education was privileged by the wealthy, the elite, and of course, royalty. An idea the―less privileged could receive a formal education was an abstract thought back home.
Perhaps Veronica could visit sometime.
But in that case, who else could partake in such bounty?
"Anyone?...Even monsters?"
Angie broke into a light giggle, confusing the princess.
Was it something I said?
"Oh Star―We don't have monsters on Earth either―well, not real ones"
Huh. No monsters.
"But that's why you're here, right?", Angie inquired. "To attend school on Earth?"
"Oh! Nononono, that would be alright. I will be receiving an education, but not by local means. In fact, I've brought my magic instructor with me for the duration of my stay"
Angie took a brief moment to process Star's statement. "You brought them...with you?..."
"Oh, yes! Sir Glossaryck lives in my book"
"In your...book...", she asked in speculation.
"Do forgive me, this all must seem so strange"
"That's alright dear, It's just that―we don't have magic here either", Angie eased.
No magic?!
Glancing at the wand, she could see her reflection off the golden star crystal. Magic was the reason why the Butterfly family ruled Mewni―it was the very reason why she was here. The very lifeblood of the universe and this dimension hasn't ever touched it. It's there―and yet they have no idea...There's so much potential within this dimension, much like the princess who bore the Butterfly wand.
"Huh...I'm a far way from home, aren't I?", Star laments.
"Oh don't worry", Angie comforted. "With our foreign exchange students, it's natural to feel a little homesick. As long as you're here, I'll make sure that you're going to have an experience on Earth that you'll never forget"
"Thank you, Mrs. Diaz. I very much appreciate the welcome hospitality that you have offered me. And once my training is complete, I'll be sure to return one day and repay your kindness in full "
"Aw, you're such a sweetheart~Oh, that reminds me! Your ah…personal assistant has brought your things upstairs. You must want to unpack and get your room the way you want it. And in the meanwhile―" Rising from her comfort, Angie straightens out her skirt. "I'll go check on those cinnamon rolls"
As Mrs. Diaz is ushered back to the attention of her confectionery delights, Star finds her way to the staircase. With her hand lingering on the rail, she glances back at the wall of photos one more time.
"Marco, huh?"
"Alright, let's see what we got here" Staring at the class schedule sleeved within a binder cover, Marco takes lead as the two wander about the halls. "So ya got Ms. Krickl for 5th period chem 1―I'll tell you right now that she has no idea how to teach a class, so you might as well teach yourself, find a good tutor, or cheat off the smart kids in class"
Despite his casual demeanor, Marco could feel the sweat building up in his jacket―an uncomfortable, humid, damp sensation chafing at his armpits. Keeping a few steps in front of her, he avoids any chance of eye contact, listening to the sound of her TOMS smack at the hallway tile at an even pace. If she could get a good view of him, she would see how much of a wreck he looks stressing over something that perhaps even she was not aware of.
Just keep your cool, Marco Diaz, keep it cool―maybe it's another Jackie Lynn Thomas? Life can't be this forgiving.
"Haha I'll keep that in mind", she replied, drawing slightly closer to him. "Any other survival tips in mind?"
Marco glimpsed at the girl once more. She just screams I unironically read books at mermaid themed coffee shops. With each step, the tufts of her ponytail bobs synchronously with the sway of her skirt―its color "popping" in its contrast to her charcoal leggings. Her aqua green cotton cardigan seemed to flow about her, a soft wave ebbing from the shore. This only emphasized the bright orange shell necklace that sifted upon her white sand top. The outline of a Macbook pushed against the walls of her canvas backpack―she was the hipster Ariel of the Echo Creek. All she lacked were thick framed glasses.
And the Jackie Lynn Thomas I knew wore glasses―she didn't dye her hair, and she was never like this, right? Yeah so it can't be―Jackie is long gone.
Calmed by his thoughts, Marco was brought back to the moment.
"It's high school, new girl―you'll learn quick that it's a dog-eat-dog world. You find your group, and you'll live for another day."
"Is this school that bad?"
"Depends", Marco shrugs.
"On what?", Jackie curiously inquires.
"Who you decide to piss off first". Stopping by a classroom, he leans back next to to the doorway, peering into the cross-wired glass.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come pop a look, new girl"
As she peeked into the small window, the scent of coconut and shea butter wafted towards Marco―the alluring scent nearly catching the boy in a fluster.
Jackie Lynn Thomas is a far way away from here. It isn't her―I mean there can be a bunch of Marco Diaz's, right? How is this any different?
"What am I supposed to look at?"
"Wha?―Oh uhh..Alright, alright. See that girl back there? With the cheerleader getup and black hair"
"Yeah, I see her―who is she?"
"Starla Phan―the queen bee of high school. If you ever decide to get ballsy and talk to her―don't. Starla talks to you. It's the unspoken rule of the school. You piss her off and you might as well call your social life dead. Thirteen years old, but she's got one helluva death grip on this place. Mess with her―the football team and her fan club will start gunning for ya"
"She has a fan club?"
"Well―'Phan' club. But they might as well be a cult. They meet on Wednesdays in the dark room as the photography club but that's just a load of bull. Everyone knows they just take countless photos of Starla, worshipping her very image―another bonus to her ego"
"Well I'll be sure to mind my own business around her―What else, O master survivalist of Echo Creek?", Jackie humors.
Sneaking further down the hall, the two peep into another classroom.
"Room 54A, 4th row―far right, new girl.", Marco states flatly.
"The big guy? Lemme guess―school bully whose daddy didn't give him enough attention?"
"Nope. Juuuuust an asshole. Lars Vanderdud is a guy that can really get on your nerves if you let 'em. Piss him off and your name's scratched onto his death list on the boy's bathroom stalls."
"And what happens then?"
"You don't wanna know. But hey―Fluffy over there has been repeating his junior year so many times, give or take a few months, he'll be a legal adult. He'll be the cops' problem then."
"Woah, that's crazy. So what's your advice?"
"Publicly shame him for hitting a girl―or beat the shit outta him"
"But he's like―six feet tall!"
"Aim for the back of his knees and you'll do just fine"
Sauntering off to the next location, Marco briefly points out the major areas of Echo Creek Academy―the cafeteria, auditorium, pool, library, and such. As Marco continues his tour, he hadn't realized how close Jackie had gotten to him. Initially, she began a few steps behind him and without notice, she had eased her way next to him. When he spoke, she had kept a continuous, strained gaze on Marco―there was something about the way he spoke that made her feel comfortable―but at the same time, had an off-putting sensation that envoked mixed feelings about the boy. And that's what threw Jackie off. She had never known such a straight-forward kid like Marco. So far he's been so nice, but her gut is telling her that the boy is nothing but trouble―but why? The name, Marco Diaz had rung a few bells back at the office and she hadn't the slightest clue why. She had hoped that maybe something he would say or do would trigger a memory or an old train of thought―but nothing had come to mind since. As far as she was aware, Marco Diaz may just be another name, another face―another birthmark underneath their eye.
Wait.
"―so for the love of God, don't call their Japanese cartoons―cartoons. They'll start screeching like hell and you'll never hear the end of it", pivoting his foot, Marco swivels around, setting himself off to the side of the entrance. "And here it is―your stop"
"So what happens now?", Jackie asks, mimicking his movements and leaning against the other side of the doorway.
"Now this is the part where you get in, introduce yourself as the new kid, and let the ball roll from there. The sooner you find out where you fit in, the better"
"And what about you, Mr. Attitude n' Leatherworks? Where exactly do you fit in?"
Sniggering at the comment, Marco scratches at the back of his head.
"I don't. And that's exactly how I like it"
"What? Too edgy to talk to people?"
"Wouldn't that be the case. You step through that door, they'll see you with me. And the moment my back's turned they'll tell you to stay 100 meters away from me because guess what?―They will", he rolls nonchalantly.
"From you? You don't seem so bad"
"Well lemme tell you something, new girl―I'm the kid who somehow pissed off everyone in this godforsaken place, so one way or another, you're gonna hear a lotta shit about me. Might as well get a headstart"
"Hmm...And what if I don't", she warms up to him, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Then you'd be a bigger idiot than I am", Marco humors.
Chortling at his answer, Marco could feel his heart begin to flutter as her smile gives him solace. She wasn't like everyone else. She didn't shrug him off or avoid him because of how he looked or by the rumors that flew around town.
Maybe this is what I really need. A clean slate―someone who has no idea who I am. Maybe I can really get used to this girl. Or maybe―
"Hey can I ask you something?", Jackie inquires. " It's been on my mind for a bit, but maybe it's nothing, really"
"Go ahead and shoot, new girl", he smirks.
"This is gonna sound way out there, but―did you ever go to Echo Creek Middle School? Because I dunno―I feel like I've seen you somewhere before..."
In that moment Marco could feel his innate thoughts and inhibitions resurface. The core of his instincts just scream GET OUT OF THERE―RUN! However, his feet would not relent to his command. The realization had finally dawned on him―if she's asking about his old school, then there can be no doubt about this.
This really is Jackie Lynn Thomas.
This IS Jackie. Lynn. Thomas.
Marco could feel the world spin about him―the words sitting at his throat, croaking for release as his gut churned and festered about. Something. Just―SAY SOMETHING!
So it is you. I never thought we'd see each other again after you moved outta here.
Yeah, I went there for a few years―place was a dump.
Yeah―I am 'that' Marco Diaz. I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry about everything all those years ago and that maybe...we can talk some more...and move past it all...
Wow, Jackie you got hot―and I mean REALLY hot just―WOW!
"Uhh...nnnnNOPE. Yeah, nah―I transferred in from a middle school out in Orange County―I don't think we've ever met before till today. I prolly just have that face, y'know?"
You cuck.
"Oh. My bad. I thought you were someone I might've known. Anyways―I've gotta get going before this class period ends" Opening the door, the two could hear the teacher stop mid-sentence as a low murmur takes over the class when Jackie stepped in. "I'll see you around, Marco"
"Was that Marco Diaz?", whispered a voice.
"Why the hell was she with him?"
"OH-EM-GEE We have a new kid on campus―WHAAAAAAT?"
"Alright class, settle down! This here is Jackie Lynn―"
As the door closes, Marco sees her off to the sea of highschool society―a place where he dares not follow. There she smiles, waves, and the crowd accepts her wholeheartedly. He could already tell the school was just going to love her. Continuing down the hall, Marco walks in silence. A few yards down, he suddenly lunges towards a nearby wall, landing a quick solid blow at the textured surface. A light tingle traveled down his arm, awakening his dormant nerves. His knuckles seemed to glow a deep red as the new abraisure opened to a few speckles of blood.
I fucked up.
Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he makes his way down the hall, onto a road unfollowed.
This should be it.
Opening the door, Star had found her way into her new room. Although her belongings did lie at the center, the room seemed to be littered with posters, red hoodies, and a plethora of other paraphernalia. But then again, who was Star to judge Earth culture? Especially with the realization that there were neither monsters nor magic in this realm, she had no idea how this dimension functions or what was considered the norm. Although, it was interesting to see how similar mewmans and humans looked after meeting Mrs. Diaz. Perhaps there was some sort of missing link between the two. But that was a speculation for another time.
"Hm. It's not what I expected...but it will do for now"
Opening her first trunk, it took all her strength to take out the spell book―although it's A LOT lighter than it seemed. The princess inspected the artifact once more, running her fingers along the old leather bound tome, savoring the moment. Although she had read through the spellbook countless times, she couldn't help but feel enraptured by the moment.
Sir Glossaryck of Terms and Conditions
Sir Glossaryck The Eternal Master
Sir Glossaryck The Teacher
His name had been referenced so many times within her family's book of spells and yet Star can count the times she had seen him on one hand alone. Queen Dirhennia had regarded him as "unconventional" in her chapter and Queen Cresenta had called him "an abstract force of nature whom she dared not oppose". Star had considered herself lucky that he was in audience for her first spell casting but THIS was a whole new level. Sir Glossaryck had even taught Queen Celena and Queen Skywynne, two of the most recognized queens of Mewni―next to her own mother, of course. What lessons could Sir Glossaryck have for her? Such knowledge and experience from the grand teacher himself is far more valuable than any other text in Mewni.
I must be ready for anything.
Unlatching the spell book, its pages began flipping through with great speed, the images and text of her family's history going by as blurs. As the book stopped, there he was―the teacher, the being as old as time. The eternal, the knowledgeable―
"GLIP―UUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP"
Uhh…
Twisting his body, the blue imp-like creature stretched at his body, a symphony of cracks and pops emitting from his body.
"HOO-BOY! Dimensional travel can give ya such a crick in the neck, amirite?"
Star was speechless.
Is...Is this him?...
"Hey kid, how's it hangin'? You look like you've never seen a guy come outta your book before. Which unless it's me―you should be VERY worried. So what's up?"
"Erm..." Clearing her throat, Star clenches at her wand. "Sir...Glossaryck. My name is Princess Star Butterfly―daughter of Queen Moon the Undaunted and King Butterfly of the Johansen Clan. I have faced many trials and tribulations to stand before you today so that you may share with me your fountain of grandeur wisdom."
"Huh. That's cute, kid but can you just get to the point?"
"Oh! Er―I'm ready for my magic training"
"Well why didncha just say so? Alright, Star so you think you're finally ready for the 'ol Glossaryck, eh? I take it you've already picked up a thing or two from your mom, right?"
"Oh yes! I have already gone through the book cover to cover, memorizing and practicing the choreography for each spell. I may be a tad unfamiliar with some scripts, but―"
"Uh huh, great, kid. So for your first lesson: cast a spell WITHOUT the fancy dancing"
Star was mortified. She stood before one of the greatest beings in the universe looking as if she was a lost child confused by a long word―she felt as if the absolutes and laws of the wand had just been picked up and thrown out the window. And even so, since she had last casted a spell, it hadn't nearly ended up the way she had wanted it...
W―Without the movements?!
"I beg your pardon, but that's just impossible...Even Queen Skywynne wrote that it was gestures and movements combined with a vocal command that brought forth the wand's magic. Even the most basic of levitation spells required proper posture and direction"
"Wha?―Yeah, nah kiddo you don't need that. Alright, how about this" Looking about the room, Glossaryck scratches about his burly beard "You see that globe right there on that drawer? Bring it over here using the levitation spell"
"Oh! Erm...Alright―Let me just..."
Taking in a deep breath, Star extends her arms outwards, grasping at the wand. In a single motion, she elegantly spun her body while lightly balancing herself on one foot―a simple pirouette. Flicking the wand towards the object, she called forth the spell with determination.
"LEVITATO", she commanded.
The globe began to glow with a light magenta aura. Suddenly, the sphere began to budge closer to the princess to her surprise. Just as it was about to leave the ledge, without warning, it instantaneously melts, leaving a pool of once-solid matter dripping onto the floorboards.
"Not exactly how I wanted it, but hey―it's making its way here. Lookatit. Nnnice.", he humored.
"Forgive me Sir Glossaryck, I know I messed up, but if you can give me another chance, I could―"
"Woah kid, reel it back a hot sec―you messed up. So what? Not like you created a black hole or anything"
"Y...You're not upset?..."
"Look―My job is to see you reach your full potential. Just because you broke a few eggs, you're still gonna get an omelet. So we good?"
Reassured, Star lifts her head, nodding quietly.
"Alrighty...so how can I put this? Hrm…."
Snapping his fingers, a hoodie off the ground began to float, swiftly compacting itself into a swirling ball. As the ball yielded, the article of clothing now polymorphed into a bright red apple falling into his hands. Star could only watch in astonishment to the sight that unfolded.
"Your magic is more your own than the wand's. Think of it as a really long arm to reach behind the fridge or uh...a back scratcher to scratch your...back. It's just an extension of your own body, if that helps"
Star continues to nod along, taking in as much as possible as Glossaryck proceeds to bite chunks into the fruit―bits and pieces flying out as he speaks. His mannerisms and etiquette were absolutely horrid―however, Star would digress, hoping to see something greater within her new mentor.
"And the whole dancing thing? Yeeeahh...I dunno where that all started, but it's all in your head, really. I guess one of the queens thought it was best to remember a spell by prancing about―it's all just an association game. You can do it with cards, baking, deep sobbing―anything a growing teen gets into nowadays. I'm more or less surprised no one's done it with nachos yet. Shame. So just think about the spell you wanna cast, say it out loud aaaaaand you just―do it. Should be easy enough" Swallowing another chunk, he throws the core flying into the air.
"LEVITATO", he lazily chants.
Before the core could hit the ground, there it was―floating right before Star.
"But then again, I can do it without the whole saying-the-spell part. That's just a waste of breath―URRRRRRRP!"
With a swirl from his index finger, slowly, the core began to expand, reverting back to its original form―just with a lot more holes and bitemarks…and an apple-y smell to it...
"Go ahead and give it a whirl"
Looking down at the wand, she could feel the drive ignite in her once more. Staring at a metal trash bin at the corner of the room, Star slowly takes aim. A familiar energy begins to surge through her once more. Her cheeks begin to feel a warmth suddenly erupt as a light emanates from the wand.
"LEVITATO", Star breathes.
As commanded, the bin is coated by a magenta aura. At first, it shook, but ever so slowly, the object began to rise from its resting position.
"I'm doing it...", Star mutters in shock "I'M DOING IT!"
Suddenly, the trash bin started to shake violently, rattling the contents past the rim and about the floor. Without warning, it started to swoop around the room, knocking objects off shelves and small boxes laden with books off bedside desks. Once more, it shoots itself with great force, embedding the metal frame half-way into the closet door. In a grande finale, as the bin sputters to a stop, a tuft of sparkles and glitter puffs outward, lightly coating the floor beneath it.
Another disaster…
"Not bad, kid not bad. Overshot the landing, but you're getting there"
"I don't understand!.. I was SO close! And―And Why the glitter? Why rainbows or muscly warnicorns or―or NARWHALS?!", Star shouts in frustration. "Why do my spells always end up this way?!"
"Hrmm...Well that's because that's your magic. The sooner you stop forcing it down, the sooner you can do something as simple as levitate a tr-r-r-r-rash can", Glossaryck emphasizes, rolling his tongue.
"There is no WAY that that is MY magic. It is far too childish and unrefined and I refuse to acknowledge it. Mom said my magic was different, but THIS simply isn't it. I thought you were supposed to be some sort of omniscient miracle-worker of the magical arts, but you're not taking this seriously AT ALL! One day, I will be queen of Mewni and throughout history, they will remember me as STAR THE UNDISCIPLINED!"
"Copy n' paste―you really did outdo yourself, Moon", Glossaryck mutters under his breath, cleaning out his ears with his pinky.
"There HAS to be something else" Picking up the spellbook, Star heaves it onto the bed, her following. "Perhaps there's something I missed―something different", she murmurs, flipping through the pages.
"Look kid, you're just frustrated because you didn't get it right the first few times―so what? If it makes it easier, dance in your mind"
Continuing to flip through the pages, Star promptly ignores her mentor, finding his method to lead her further away from her goal.
"Okay, well―if you're gonna be like that, that's cool with me too. Yeah, don't listen to the magic-endowed being in the room. Y'know what? Once you start seeing the obvious, give me a knock, 'kay? We good? M'kay." Pressing his palms together and dipping into an exaggerated squat, Glossaryck leaps forward, seemingly diving straight into the old tome, disappearing within the pages and text.
I refuse to believe that such magic is my own. Queens of Mewni's past could command the elements―forces of nature, wielding abilities only known to them. They ALL have had a purpose―even Soupina the Strange had the ability to heal the famine-struck people with her soup! So what is the purpose of rainbows and sunshine?! What's MY purpose?...
As the hours go by, the day's sky has peeked into a vibrant gradient of orange and blue―the clouds slowly receding into the horizon. The princess had grown weary in her studies, finding herself in a quaint state of slumber.
Just a few minutes...and I can get back to studying…
Closing the door behind him, Marco breathes a heavy sigh.
Fate has a funny way of working in my life. Maybe tomorrow, I can clear things up and maybe...hopefully she won't hate me as much...Fuck...FUCK! But this is such a good thing we have going on right now―she thinks I'm just some other kid from Orange County for Christ's sake!
"Marco? Is that you?", beckoned his mother.
"Yeah, mom it's just me", he calls, climbing up the stairs.
"I made cinnamon rolls if you like. Maybe we can sit down and just talk for a bit―"
"Sorry mom, can't―", Marco interrupts. "I'm a bit tired helping dad out at work today, so I'm just gonna do some homework and call it a night"
"Oh...That's alright, sweetheart…", she trails on dejectedly. "Oh! Marco, there's something you should know!"
Reaching the top of the stairs, Marco slinks his bag off his shoulder. Turning the brass knob, he lightly kicks open the door, thoughts pervaded by exhaustion, frustration, and the need to further vent his thoughts through the dulling sensation of music.
Peering into the room, Marco immediately dropped his bag, slamming the floor with a great THUD. His room was in complete shambles―littered with trash, knocked over books, boxes, with some sort of water and glitter on the ground, and his trashcan smashed right through his closet. But what made it all the more stranger, was that a girl―dressed as a Disney princess was spooning his pillows on his bed completely unphased by it all.
"What. The. Fuck."
A.N This chapter took a bit longer, but with Marco and Star FINALLY in the same room, I can get the friction going lol. I've already started the next chapter, which should end the pilot episode in the SVTFOE series. I won't do every episode of the series-I feel like it would get predictable after a while and would grow a bit stale. That's why Toffee was introduced the last chapter and Jackie Lynn Thomas was the new kid at school with many more twists to come
Initially, the point of the Bad BoyxPrincess AU was to convey a mirror to everyone's personalities; however, I felt that there were some characters that should be more developed, rather than switched up (i.e Angie, Moon, and Glossaryck)-so I tossed that out the window. Honestly, Glossaryck is just WAY too fun to write. I love his laid-back attitude and love for food, so I'll accept that Glossaryck is just a constant within the multi-verse lmao
If the story feels too slow, understand that I write to develop the characters and world that I envisioned-and honestly, I'd rather not speed up the story for faster chapter output. Quality Quantity, my friends :D
That's it for now-so if you have any other questions, comments, or concerns, I'd like to know :3
