Marco began to stir from his sleep, slowly opening his eyes when he noticed a very familiar smell: The smell of eggs and bacon. The kind mom would make. He then noticed that Star wasn't in bed with him anymore. Deciding to investigate, Marco threw on some boxers and followed his nose to the source. Upon reaching the kitchen, he was treated to a sight that caused him to form a lump in his throat. There, standing at the stove, was Star, wearing nothing but her underwear and stockings, her breasts covered by Marco's leather jacket. Turning around, she revealed a plate stacked high with heaping helpings of eggs (Both fried and scrambled) and bacon that looked extra crispy. Seeing Marco's reaction to her outfit (And to a lesser degree, the food), Star gave him a smirk.

"Like what you see?" She asked.

"No, I like what you do," Marco said, returning the smirk.

"You're really sweet, you know that?" Star asked, walking over to him and placing the plate of food down on the table next to them.

"No, you are. Trust me, I've had a taste," Marco said, still smirking and causing Star to giggle. They leaned forward and gave each other a small kiss. However, that small kiss soon escalated into full on making out. Marco's hand began to slowly wander down her cheek, passed her neck, and began to massage her breast, causing Star to hitch her breath.

"Think we have time? We still have school, you know?" Star asked with a smile.

"Some things are more important. Like you, for example," Marco said, kissing her neck and moving their fun over to the living room sofa.


After about an hour, the duo got dressed and ate their breakfast before heading out to school. Apparently, Star went to the same school as Marco. It's amazing how he'd never seen her before. They walked up to the front door and entered the large school building. However, they're attempt at stealth was quickly shattered when they were immediately grabbed by the backs of their collars and pulled to a stop.

"And where have you two been?" Asked a firm, female voice.

Turning around, they were met with a tall African-American woman with a large, square afro, dark-tinted glasses, and an hourglass figure. This was Miss Garnet, the school's vice principal.

"Well?" She asked, her tone and posture strong and stoic.

"Uh, we, uh..." Marco stuttered, trying to come up with an excuse.

"We, uh, slept in and missed the bus, so we had to walk all the way here!" Star said quickly.

"Yeah, that's exactly what happened," Marco added.

Garnet stood there with her hand to her chin, silently thinking over their excuse before she started nodding.

"Mhm, mhm, yes. I believe you," The two sighed in relief...

"But it's not gonna save you," Then groaned in grief. Things had took a turn for the worse.

"But why?" Star asked, scratching her head.

"Because in spite of your ambitious alibi, Mr. Diaz and Miss Butterfly..." The duo both shared surprised swivels (another word for glance) and then jutting jaws once Miss Garnet suddenly smirked.

"I only believe the real reason you two are late," Witnessing a witty wink, the two were reduced to a mumbling mess.

Miss Garnet then reverted back to her stoic surface expression and crossed her arms, "Detention. Both of you."

"Oh, what?" Star complained.

"Now?" Marco agreed.

"Now," Miss Garnet swiftly, smoothly, and strictly stated as she pointed down the hallway and stared deadly daggers at the duo, who swiftly sped off. Yes, they were tightly tough on their own and when together, but they both knew that Miss Garnet was a true force to be reckoned with. They started walking with her following close behind. Surprisingly though, they passed the detention room and kept walking.

"The detention room is at capacity so you're going to be spending your time in the music room with a few others," Garnet explained before stopping in front of the room and opening it with a key.

Walking inside, Star and Marco were met with the gaze of four other teens. Two boys and two girls. The boys comprised of a short, brown-haired boy wearing a blue cap with a pine tree on the front and a tall, ginger-haired boy with a blue and white sweater with an orange and white zero on the front (The kind with a dash through it). The girls comprised of an Asian girl with short brown hair with purple highlighted ends and a purple dress and a very tall red head wearing a green corduroy shirt and jeans.

"You're to remain here until the end of the day. Try to get some work done," Garnet said, shutting the door behind her and locking it from the outside.

Star and Marco turned back to the other students in the room when a smile grew across Star and their faces.

"Woo, Star B-Fly in the house!" The tall ginger girl exclaimed.

"We were wondering when you'd show up," The boy in the pine tree hat said.

"Who's the new guy?" The Asian girl asked.

"This is Marco, my new boyfriend," Star said, hugging Marco's arm with a wide smile.

"Nice," The ginger-haired boy spoke up, "How long have you two been together?"

"Since yesterday," She said simply.

"Wait a second. Star, you know these guys?" Marco asked, receiving a cough from the girls, "And girls," He corrected.

"Sure, these are my friends," She stated simply,"This is Mason Pines, though we just call him Dipper, and his girlfriend, Wendy Corduroy," She introduced, pointing to the boy in the hat and the tall ginger girl.

"Nice to meet you," Wendy said simply, waving at the Hispanic boy.

"And this is Penn Zero and his girlfriend, Sashi Kobayashi," Star continued, pointing to the ginger-haired boy and the Asian girl.

"Sup," Penn said, waving at Marco.

"And together we are 'Infinite Aether'!" Star exclaimed, throwing her arms up, making the "Rock On" gesture with her hands. Needless to say, this surprised Marco quite a bit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a minute. You guys are a band?" Marco asked, clearly confused.

"Not exactly. We're a band in the making," Wendy explained.

"All we need is another guitarist and we'll be good to go," Penn added.

"That's where you come in, Marco," Star said.

"Me? Why me?" He asked.

"You were a member of the biggest band in the entire town. You have the most experience," Dipper said.

"Yeah, till those assholes kicked me out after one bad gig," Marco replied bitterly, "I'm not gonna have that happen again. Especially when I'm being asked to join a band of detentionaires."

"Marco, they're not that bad. Really," Star said.

"Oh really? What are you guys in for?" Marco said skeptically.

"Beating up a guy for trying to rob a freshman," Wendy said simply.

"Drug possession on school grounds," Dipper said.

"Fucking in the janitor's closet," Sashi said simply.

"Really wish you'd phrase that better, Sash," Penn said.

"Yeah, I'm outta here," Marco said simply as he went for the door, trying in vain to open it.

"Marco, please, will you just hear us out?" Star asked, grabbing him by the arm.

"No, I'm not getting involved with another band. Not after the last time."

"It won't be like last time. We're not them. Please."

As Marco and Star argued, a thought popped into Dipper's head and a smirk grew on his lips.

"Let him go, Star," He said, "He's too scared to play."

These words seemed to strike a chord with Marco as he immediately froze.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me. You're scared. It's either that or you can't play at all," Dipper furthered.

"Yo, Dipper, what are you doing?" Wendy whispered to her boyfriend, who winked back in response. Soon enough, Wendy's brain clicked into place and she knew what her younger lover was up to.

"Oh yeah," She spoke up, "I bet after that gig he hasn't even picked up a guitar."

"Yeah, bet he can't even play an A Chord," Penn joined in.

"Bet he can't even sing anymore," Sashi added.

"I can still play," Marco said angrily.

"Oh please," Dipper said.

"I can and I'll prove it!" Marco said firmly, walking over the the band equipment and searching through it. Finally, he spotted what he was searching for: A guitar case. Picking it up, he placed it on the ground and opened it, revealing a black acoustic guitar. Taking it out, he sat down on a chair in the center of the room and rested it on his knee. He took out a guitar pick from his pants pocket and positioned it on the first string before strumming it, hitting a very sour note.

"Oh that's beautiful. Beautiful," Dipper said sarcastically, "Hey Star, you know you were right, this guy's dynamite," He continued on as Marco tuned the guitar but kept hitting sour notes.

"Oh no, it can't be, is that a guitar or is it a harp from heaven?" Wendy said, making everyone laugh but Star, who had a look of sadness and concern for her boyfriend on her face.

Marco continued to hit sour notes as the group continued to laugh at him; taunt him.

"Come on, Marco, keep looking for what you're looking for," Penn called out, "Go on, that's it, you got it. It's the key of S. He found it!" He said, causing the group to laugh once again.

Just as they were about to start another round of taunting, Marco struck a hard chord, gaining the group's attention. He then strummed the strings once before he patted the front of the guitar thrice, as if tapping out a beat. He then began to strum a Western riff as his eyes closed shut, listening to the sound of the music he played and loved so dearly.

"Step in front of a runaway train
just to feel alive again
Pushing forward through the night,
aching chest and blurry sight

It's so far, so far away
It's so far, so far away

Cold wind blows into the skin
Can't believe the state you're in

It's so far, so far away
It's so far, so far away

Who are you trying to impress, steadily creating a mess?

Step in front of a runaway train,
just to feel alive again

Pushing forward through the night,
aching chest and blurry sight,
Aching chest and blurry sight,
aching chest and blurry sight.

*Interlude*

Step in front of a runaway train,
just to feel alive again

Pushing forward through the night,
aching chest and blurry sight,
Aching chest and blurry sight,
aching chest and blurry sight.
"

As soon as Marco finished his song, Dipper walked up to him and placed a supportive hand on his shoulder.

"Guys... We just found our new Lead Guitarist."