Star vs The Forces of Evil
Unforgettable Getaway
Disclaimer: Star vs The Forces of Evil was created by Daron Nefcy and is owned by Disney. I own no part of Star vs.
FanFiction Summary: Following the events of "When Dimensions Cleave," Star & Marco finally have their well deserved getaway. Join the two love birds as they spend two weeks alone exploring a new part of their world, learning about themselves, and dissecting their ever growing feelings for each other.
Chapter 1: Star's First Plane Ride
Original Postdate: August 20, 2019
It had been a few days since the official, final end of the era of magic. All was mostly calm. In the new world of Earth-Mewni, the humans, mewmans, and monsters were slowly learning to get along with each other. Not that it wasn't bumpy, but the road to get to true peace was surprisingly smoother than everyone anticipated. It didn't hurt that they were all able to unite in outrage over the conspiracy of the Magic High Commission, who decided, in their non existent wisdom, to use magical toxic waste to destroy monsters. Unfortunately, this waste ended up hurting mewmans as well, the people they took an oath to protect and serve. Their punishment for this transgression: a slow, painful end before the era of magic wrapped.
And that brings us to tonight: tonight was a special night for young Star Butterfly. It was the last night she would have at her home before she got to leave for two weeks on a badly needed getaway with her boyfriend, best friend, and hopefully future husband Marco Diaz. She finished packing up her suitcase with all of her clothes, accessories, toys, anything she thought she was going to need for a fun time. Marco was handling the logistics of the getaway - plane, hotel, etc, and although she trusted him entirely to handle things without a hitch, she felt a little guilty not doing more to help out.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Marco knocking at her door, smiling widely. "Hey," He said softly, walking over to her and hugging her. "How's my favorite girl?"
"I'm good, I guess." She held him tightly in her arms.
"Excited about our trip?"
"Oh definitely. I just wish I was doing more to help out with planning, you know? I know you said you had everything under control, but I don't like feeling like a burden either. Does that make sense?"
"Star this is your vacation. I promised you I was gonna take care of-"
"No Marco, it's supposed to be our vacation. I'm not going to let you do all the work."
The boy sighed. "Well, let's at least get there first, okay? It's a bit of a hassle to travel these days."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you ever been in an airport before?"
"...what's an airport?"
"I'll take that as a no." He kissed her on the cheek. "Well you're gonna find out tomorrow. We have to be up early to catch our flight."
"Uggghhh." Star groaned, rolling her eyes. "How early are we talking?"
"Well," Marco took out some papers in his hoodie pocket. "Our flight leaves at noon-"
"Okay, that doesn't sound so bad."
"-so we probably need to get to the airport by 9, so...figure 8 AM the latest."
"What the heck!?" She objected. "I strenuously object to having to open my eyes before nine A.M!"
"I'm with you, but that's flying for you. You'll see what I mean when we get there...and then you'll wish we could just fly cloudy again."
"I'm already there, Diaz." She said rather annoyed, crossing her arms and pouting. This drew a laugh from the boy. "Just when I think I've learned all there is to learn about Earth..."
"Don't stress, Star. It's all going to work out. Once we're at our hotel the flying will be a distant memory."
She sighed. "I know, I know." The boy hugged her, and she easily reciprocated. "I'm so glad we're doing this. I love you, Marco."
"I love you too." They shared a passionate kiss. "We should probably get some sleep. Last thing we need is to be cranky and exhausted and miss our flight, right?"
"Hey, Marco? What's our hotel room like? I hope you didn't go too overboard with fancy rooms or gold-plated bathrooms or-"
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it. It's a surprise." He winked at her, which got a blush from her.
"Ooh, you tease." They kissed once more. "Well I can't wait to see it. And I can't wait to spend two whole weeks alone with the coolest guy in this entire world."
"It's gonna be amazing." He started heading for the door. "Goodnight, Star."
"Night, Marco." She blew him a kiss as he shut the door behind him. She was now alone with her thoughts. She looked down at the necklace around her neck - the necklace Marco had given to her as a gift, the one that contained a picture of their beach day. A smile crept onto her face. She examined her luggage one last time before heading towards her bed. Grabbing her stuffed Marco bear at the edge of her pillow, she shut her lights off, crawled under her blankets, yawned, and shut her eyes, peacefully letting sleep drift in.
The following morning saw a very early wake up call for the two love birds. Groggy and under-slept, they trudged out the door on a fast breakfast and grabbed a taxi towards the airport. Upon arriving and being dropped off, Star got her first taste at what an airport was like. The mounds of cars parked in the various parking lots surrounding the airport. "Whoaaaa...Marco, are all these people here to fly too?"
"Yup. It's gonna be pretty crowded in there, that's why I wanted us to be here early."
"I'm nervous, Marco. What if we get on the wrong plane? Or what if we miss our flight?"
"Star, breathe. We have-" Marco checked his watch. "Three hours until our flight is supposed to leave. That's more than enough time to get everything done." He pecked her cheek and got a giggle from her. "So, you ready to learn how flying works?"
"Not really, no. But I guess I don't have a choice."
And so they went inside. They headed towards security and successfully got their ID's checked - Despite the fact that Star did not have any valid Earth ID, she was able to get through due to having an ID card crafted on Mewni, which was deemed acceptable - and they approached the metal detectors. "What's this?"
"These are metal detectors. They light up and make lots of annoying noises if someone passes through it with anything made of metal on their person. So we have to put all of our items in these bins, even the stuff in our suitcases."
"What? Marco it took me two hours to pack this thing."
"Sorry, Star. That's just how we have to do it now. It's in the name of security, which I think is malarkey, but that's neither here nor there." Star groaned loudly. "You also have to take off your shoes."
"What?!"
"Don't yell at me, I didn't make the rules."
What followed was an annoyingly tedious sequence where Star and Marco had to undo all of their packing and their shoes just to pass through the metal detectors. Although it went off with no problem, it was time consuming and quite annoying to the love birds. But now it was over. All that was left was for them to find their terminal, which was an adventure in its own right. They got lost multiple times thanks to wrong turns and incoherent signs pointing them in the wrong direction. It was frustrating, but they were able to make the best of it and instead of getting antsy and paranoid, they decided to turn it into a tour of the airport, with Star imitating a tour guide and Marco imitating a tourist.
"And this, sir, is the Echo Creek airport food court." Star playfully said. "Perfect for convenient picking on a tight schedule."
"And what kind of food could one accustom themselves to at this food court?"
"Why only the finest greasy morsels, my good sir." Their charming conversation drew them both into laughter before being stopped by an airport employee.
"You making fun of our airport delicacies?" She said sternly.
"Oh, no, I'm just showing one of our loyal flyers the wonders of this lovely establishment that are often glanced over in their haste to find the correct terminal."
The attendant raised an eyebrow and appeared completely confused.
"We're just having fun, is all. We're lost." Marco said, handing her his boarding pass.
"Oh, Terminal C7. It's right down this hall, make a right, go down to the end of that hall and it's the last terminal before the next turn."
"Thank you so much!" Marco said as he started heading towards their destination.
"Just for the record, I'm sure the food here is fantastic." Star said. "I've had far greasier things in Mewni." She took off behind Marco, leaving the flight attendant by herself.
"Is that what we're calling New York City now?"
Star and Marco arrived at their terminal, got their bags put on the plane, and took their seats by the boarding gate still holding their carry-ons, with enough time to spare to sit and relax before having to board. "So humans have to go through all of this just to fly on a dang plane?"
"Yup."
"And some even have to fly planes every single day?"
"Uh huh."
"How do they do it?"
"I have no idea. And I would not want to be in a position to have to do that. Flying's fun and all, but sometimes the hassle just isn't worth it."
"Well at least we're all set now. All we gotta do is get on when they start calling us up, right?"
"Exactly. See, you're getting the hang of this."
"No offense, Marco, but you humans have strange, convoluted ways of doing simple things."
"You don't even know the half of it." He checked his watch. "You know, we probably have some time before they start boarding. You wanna grab something?"
"I guess we could do that. What's around here?"
"I think I saw a pizza place not too far from here."
"Ooh, I could go for a slice! But without mushrooms this time, please."
Marco rolled his eyes as he and Star stood up and found the nearest pizza place. They each grabbed a cheesy slice for themselves. "Good?"
"Mmmm-hmmmmm..." Star was too enthralled with the taste of pizza cheese to speak English. She mumbled something that was almost completely incomprehensible, which only served to make Marco laugh.
"I'm taking that as a yes." He chuckled. "Oh, Star, you have some sauce on your lips. Here, I'll get it for you." He started leaning in slowly as if to kiss him, which piqued Star's interest. But she still hadn't swallowed her bite.
"Wait!" She eked out and began chewing rapidly to finish and swallow. A few seconds later, she did, and then flashed him a smile. "Okay go!" And thus they kissed. Passionately. For quite some time, too, before finally pulling apart. "Sorry about that, I didn't want to accidentally gag & either spit it on you or choke."
"It's all good. And just think: when we get to the hotel, we can order as much pizza as we want & kiss in all the pizza cheese we want!"
She raised an eyebrow. "You know, when you put it like that, it sounds kinda gross. But then, so did the kiss in that pig shed kiss, so I dunno..."
"You and that pig shed..."
"I'm sorry, it's just that I know I've been like super kinky lately and I'm pretty sure it was that shed that did it!"
"Okay, so like, when you say that, do you mean this was in spite of us kissing in the pig shed, or because we kissed in that pig shed?" It was a legitimate question. A question that caused Star to give it some good, hard thinking. "I mean I'm not complaining, I'm just curious."
"I think I know the answer, but I'm kind of afraid to say it."
"There's no reason to be. I won't judge you."
"No I know but I'm judging myself and I hate it."
"Oh Star..." His attempt to console her was interrupted by a voice over the loud speaker.
"NOW BOARDING TERMINAL C7."
"That's our flight! We gotta go!" They both took off with their things and raced back to their terminal.
They arrived with time to spare and were processed onto the flight. They took their seats, located near the back of the plane. Now the waiting game for take off began. "Alright, we made it!" Star yelled excitedly. She took inventory of the interior of the plane "Whoaaaaa it's so beautiful."
"I'm glad you like it." Marco said. "Cause we're going to be here for a while. It's about a five hour flight. And that's not counting the time they meander around trying to get off the ground."
"Oh cheer up, Marco. I'm sure it can't be that bad."
"It can be, sometimes. Runway delays, plane problems, other passengers..."
Star raised an eyebrow only to have her question answered by the sound of a nearby baby crying his eyes out as the plane started to get going. She looked over in the direction of the crying and took note of the young father and mother trying to soothe the baby to little avail. "Aww, poor little guy."
"Yeah, babies really aren't that great with flying. I always feel bad for them and their parents."
"But do they, like, have to bring the babies along?"
"We don't know their story. For all we know, they're moving to the same place we're going to. They can't just leave their kid behind."
"I guess." Star peered over at the baby again. "Maybe I can go cheer him up..."
Marco put his hand on her shoulder. "No no no, Star, you can't do that."
"Excuse me, I'm great with babies. Let's not forget how good I was with Buff Frog's little tadpoles."
"No I meant that." Marco pointed to the flashing lights above them. "See that light? That means 'stay buckled.' The plane's about to take off and nobody's allowed to unbuckle & leave their seat until that light goes off."
"Ohhhhh. Well that's stupid."
"Welcome to flying."
So Star had to wait for the plane to take off and for the light to go off to console the crying child. And it was not a pleasant wait. Unfortunately for her Star was introduced to the stagnant purgatory known as the "waiting for takeoff" game. It was an annoying, tedious wait as everyone got into the positions they needed to. The plane had to be delayed due to refueling. The start-up went wrong. Finally, following a boring tutorial on the emergency measures one must take in the plane in the event of a cataclysmic event, the plane started to move. "HUZZAH! We're moving!" Star shouted, which drew a sarcastic cheer from the slightly annoyed group of passengers around her.
Eventually they managed to get airborne, which drew an even more obnoxiously sarcastic cheer from the passengers. And then at last, the "remain seated" light flashed off, allowing Star to unbuckle herself and sneak over to the seat with the crying baby. She took out a sock puppet from one of her pockets and kept herself hidden beneath their seat. Slowly she lifted her arm up into the baby's line of vision. "What's the matter, widdle guy?" She said in her silliest baby voice, which immediately drew the attention of the baby and the parents. "It's okay, it's just a widdle plane. No need to be scared."
The parents remained silently confused, but the child's attention was laser focused on the puppet. "It's my first time fwying on a plane too." Star slowly raised herself up to look at the baby with her own eyes. "I'm a little scared too. But it's not so bad! Look!" She gently turned the baby's head and had it look at all the people surrounding him on the plane. "Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet, and there's a whole lot of friends here for you." The baby was mesmerized by Star's enduring optimism, reaching his hand out to touch her face. "Yes, my face is very bubbly. And so is my butt."
The last word there caused Marco to blush in embarrassment and hide his face in his hoodie.
"My name's Star. What's yours?"
The baby blinked at Star, then unconsciously turned his head to his father, who chuckled. "His name is Nathaniel." The man responded.
"Nathaniel! Oh that's such a cute name!" The baby laughed again.
"We're going to visit his grandparents. But he doesn't like to fly."
"Aww, I'm sorry, little guy. But it won't be so bad." She held up her sock puppet again. "We can be friends until we land. Would you like that?" More laughter from the baby. But there was another set of laughter interfering. Star turned her head in the direction of the new laughter and saw that in the seat directly in front of them there was another baby being held by her mother peering over the seat and soaking in what was happening. She laughed despite not understanding the situation. "Well hello there you cutie pie." Star spoke to the new baby. "Do you like sock puppets too?" The baby babbled in approval. "Looks like someone has an audience."
Marco, still in his seat, shook his head and chuckled.
What started as an innocent venture to distracting an upset baby from the perils of flying turned into a one-woman babysitting service sitting on the floor of the plane with about a half dozen babies sitting around her, babbling happily for her attention or physically hugging parts of her body. Star was overcome with laughter, and all the parents of said babies were reveling in having a relatively low-stress flight. Star was easily the highlight of the flight for all of the passengers, even for Marco.
"Marco!" Star shouted to her best friend. "Can we have all the babies!?" She beamed, which got the babies laughing even harder. Even some of the on-board couples laughed at her declaration. Unfortunately her fun time ended when the "remain seated" light went back on. "Awww, man..."
"Sorry, Star. Baby time's over." Marco said solemnly.
The girl proceeded to pick up each of the babies and carefully returned them to their rightful parents, saying a happy goodbye to each of them on the way out. And each baby responded by either blowing a kiss her way or asking for a hug. Blushing red with pride, she returned to her seat next to Marco, who happily embraced her. "That was fun."
"You're...really good with babies." He admitted.
"Meh, I'm a good playmate. It's not the same as being a mother."
"True, but...I think you'll make a great mom one day." He caressed her hair and kissed her cheek, drawing a big smile from her.
"You really think so?"
"I do."
She blushed proudly. "Well...I think you'll make a great dad one day."
He turned to her and smiled back. "Yeah?"
"Absolutely." She leaned in to kiss the boy, which drew a collective "aww" from the other passengers.
"Passengers, please remain seated. We are beginning our descent."
The rest of the flight went relatively smoothly, with the plane finally making its landing at about 6:00 PM local time. Star had started to doze off on Marco's shoulder before the rough landing caused her to wake up almost in a huff. "What's happening?"
"Star, relax. We're just landing." The boy whispered. "You were dozing off."
"Oh, I was?" She yawned. "Sorry."
"You know you could've slept this entire ride if you wanted. I wouldn't have minded."
"No, I know. It's just...my log-sawing tends to be a little louder when I'm tired and I just didn't want to bother anyone."
"A little louder?"
Once again an unamused glare from Star. "Speak up, Diaz, I don't think the rest of the plane heard you."
"You were the one that brought it up." Marco blushed, getting her to blush as well and laugh with him.
"Besides it'll be a lot more fun to get into our hotel bed and crash together, don't you think?"
"I hear that." They kissed again.
Finally the plane came to a stop and everyone started to file out of the plane. In a nice twist on routine, however, each of the parents whose babies Star voluntarily watched over during the flight came over to her and had their babies say goodbye to her. Star and Marco were the last two to depart the plane. They grabbed their luggage and headed out the front of the airport. Marco frantically checked his papers as they waited for a taxi that wasn't coming. "I don't understand...I could've sworn I booked us a taxi to pick us up and take us to our hotel."
"Oh don't get so huffy about it. So what if we have to walk? The scenery looks beautiful."
"It does. But I was hoping we could get to our hotel without any trouble."
"Oh come on, Diaz, don't make it sounds like it's the end of the world. How far is it from us anyway?"
"I don't know, like...10 miles?"
Star stayed silent for a moment. "Is that a lot?"
"Well it's a lot for walking, especially with the sun going down soon."
Star surveyed her surroundings, noticing that there was in fact a taxi coming in to stop in front of the airport. "TAXI!"
So they were able to get a ride from a taxi after all, though thanks to Marco's slip up, it put a bigger dent in their available funds than he had hoped for. Nevertheless, they arrived at the hotel and got themselves checked in.
"Alright, we're in!" Marco said, taking his and Star's key cards.
"Hooray!" Star cheered. "A whole two weeks with my boo and nothing else!"
"You ready to see our room?"
"Ooh, totally! What's it like?"
"It's a surprise. But I'm sure you'll love it." So they took their luggage to the elevator. Though elevators were not an uncommon thing in Mewni, it was rare that Star actually used them.
"I forgot how cramped elevators can be." She commented before smiling flirtatiously and stepping closer to Marco, wrapping her arms around him. "Or should I say comfy."
"Aren't we feeling ambitious?" He flirted back.
"Shut up and kiss me." And they kissed. And it was adorable. Their kiss lasted almost the entire elevator ride, only interrupted by Star realizing how long they were even on it. "How many floors are even in this place."
"I dunno, like, 12? All I know is our room's at the top floor."
"Wow, why so high up?"
"You'll see when we get there."
"You're making me drool, Diaz."
"Save it for the bed sheets."
At last the doors opened up. On this top floor, there were only three other doors. One was for the staircase, and the other two were for the hotel rooms. In this hotel, there were only two rooms on the top floor. It was the deluxe treatment. "See those two doors? Those are the rooms on this floor?"
"Ooh, so private."
"Exactly." Marco smirked at her as they approached the farthest door. "You ready?" Star began nodding her head rapidly. The boy put his keycard in and slowly turned the knob on the door...
End of Chapter 1.
This one's going to be a really fun one to write. It's not going to have quite the tension of "When Dimensions Cleave" and it'll probably be a bit more lax but hopefully it'll still be a good one. Also, it's a ways away but fair warning: things in my personal life will get more hectic in September so I cannot guarantee that the upload schedule will be as quick as When Dimensions Cleave was. While you don't have to read that story to be able to jump into this one I sincerely recommend that you do.
As always, please read & review! :)