This next chapter is a little short but it's a chapter that we have to get through to get to the end. Personally, I'm a little tired right now so I'll keep this short and get through the reviews.

Oracle6044: I'm fine now but thank you.

Guest Sorta: Thank you, and Marco received that as a part of his invitation.

Nameless Dude 13: Yes.

JJmmmmmlol: There are plenty of great stories out there that are better than mine but I appreciate your excitement.

Disclaimer: Star vs. the Forces of Evil characters belong to Daron Nefcy.

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(Marco's POV)

The night had dragged on, but after a lot of water and a not too pleasant episode of Star throwing up, she was finally asleep and now it was time to address my injuries. "How could you have been so careless?" My mom asked as she wiped my cut with disinfectant. "An inch in either direction and-"

"I would have lost an eye, I know." I was looking away from her, not wanting to look at my mother's disappointed face or my father's face either for that matter, who was standing just behind my mom.

"I thought you would be more careful than this." My father stated.

"I was! But he punched me in the face, it's not like I saw it coming either so what could I have done?"

"That's not what I meant." He began. "How could you have let things get so out of hand?"

"I don't know!" I felt a sting of pain come over my face. "Ow!"

"Hold still, I'm almost done." My mother lectured.

I let out a small grunt and continued. "I just … I just wanted to see what those royal events were like, but … it's like I became Charro and he had a mind of his own."

My father sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Marco, the problem here isn't between you and Charro."

"It's not?"

"No, the problem is between you and Star."

I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"I'm serious mi hijo, you and Star need to communicate more; had either of you done that, then this problem would never have happened." He removed his hand from my shoulder and continued. "All relationships are built on communication, it can fix or break any friendships or relationships and if you think yourself to be Star') friend, then you should work on your communication."

I glanced down as my mother finished cleaning my cut. "There, that should do it but I still think it would have been best to go to a hospital."

"I'm fine mom … and you're right dad."

"Oh really?" He asked in disbelief. "If that's so, then what are you going to tell Star when she wakes up."

"That I've been the Charro this whole time?" I began. "And that I shouldn't have kept those invitations from her at all and I'm very sorry about it?"

"Are you asking me or are you telling me?"

I sighed. "I'm telling you … now can I go to sleep?"

My father reluctantly nodded and I got up and started making my way upstairs. As I began to make my way to my room I stopped for a moment and looked over to Star's room. "Maybe just to check up on her, see if she's doing all right." I opened the door to her room slightly and looked in to see her exactly as I left her, lying down on her stomach with her head to the side and a bucket next to her bed in case she was going to throw up again. Against my better judgment, I walked over to her and dropped to my knees right next to her. "This is all my fault, isn't it?" I asked. "I knew you didn't want me to go to that dance or whatever, yet I still did; and now … had I not gone, then at the very least, you wouldn't be in this predicament." Star continued to lay there, silent as a corpse. I took out the pieces of my mask and put them on her night table. "I have a lot I want to say … but that will have to wait till tomorrow I guess."

I was extremely tired and it was getting late, I didn't want to stay all night but I could barely work up the energy to get to my feet. "Maybe I'll just … close my eyes for a few minutes."

(Star's POV)

As I tried to open my eyes I felt the light burn against them as my head began to ache like never before. "Ugh! Why does my head hurt so much?" As I began to rub my head, I realized that something didn't seem right. "Wait a second, where am I?"

I struggled to open my eyes and was a little relieved to find myself in my room, but I still had many questions. "What is going on?" My eyes eventually adjusted to the little bit of light that was in my room and I began trying to piece together what happened. "Okay, so last thing I remember … I broke up with Charro." I nodded. "Yeah, I remember that … but what else?" I racked my head for answers but all I got were fragments. "Damn it." I placed my hand down next to me but what it landed on was not my bed, it was soft, fuzzy, and somewhat round in shape, as I looked at it I recalled back in shock at the familiar red fuzz that I was looking at. "Charro." I said softly he had his face down so I couldn't see it but I could tell it was still him. "Wait … but I broke up with-" I cut myself short as I noticed his mask sitting on my nightstand, only it was broken in two pieces. "Okay, okay, I can't remember much, Charro's mask is broken, and he's right next to me … why?"

I didn't feel like thinking right now on account of my aching head, but I couldn't just fall back to sleep either. I was so frustrated that I flopped back down onto my bed grasping at my head. "Why did I have to lose my memory of last night?"

As I tried to figure out what to do, I felt movement come from right next to me and out of instinct, turned my head just as Charro was waking up. I mentally kicked myself as our eyes met for turning and tried to look away, but it was too late, his face, and his identity, were already burned into my mind. "Marco."

And with hat, I will bid you all adu until the next update.

Enjoy your day and please leave your tears in the collection bucket.