A/N: Heya folks, Watermalone here, finishing up Chapter 6.

Technically a continuation of last chapter so I'll save any replies until after.

Also, as mentioned in the previous half, this story was written along time ago but never really finished or put up, hence the New Year's party.

Finally, Star and Marco are in their early twenties for this chapter, I apologize for the liberal mention of adult content without much forewarning.


"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

Marco blatantly paid no attention to the wild cheering and powerful thudding of bass-heavy music playing in the background. Instead, his hands fumbled around in his pocket searching for his cellphone.

Nowhere to be seen, oddly enough.

Frantically, he patted his pockets once, twice, thrice over in desperate hopes of finding where he had left the confounded item.

"Marco! You're missing all the fun!" Ferguson's voice called to him from amidst the noisy crowd.

Marco breathed out in defeat. He must've dropped it sometime between talking with Jackie near the kitchen and helping remove furniture for the grand celebration in the living room. It could be anywhere.

Perhaps it was against his better judgement, but Star would surely understand. Besides, she wasn't feeling well enough and deserved rest.

He would just have to call her in the morning.


Marco found himself staring at the screen for a moment in complete silence, contemplating what he must do. He didn't want to tell Star, but at the same time, he could never live with the guilt knowing that he betrayed and destroyed their relationship in such a horrendous manner.

And yet he was just going to call her. How classy.

He opened up Star's contact and pressed the green phone icon immediately.

No point in hesitating, after all. By forcing his own hand, he had no choice but to go down the right path.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three-

"Mmm morning Marco~~" Star's dreamy voice drifted through the receiver.

"H-hey Star. I.. -er um… I-"

"How was the party?"

Marco quickly tried to regain his composure. "Uh… G-good… Yeah… It was fun… I guess.. H-how're you feeling?"

"Aw a lot better now that you asked!" She giggled.

"Heh… Good… That's… really good… Um… Hey.."

"Yeah?"

"Can you come over? I-..I need to talk to you about something…" He held his breath for a moment.

"Sure. Miiiight I ask what for?" Her tone expressed slight concern.

"I'll tell you when you get here… For now… I need to-"

"No problemo! I'll be there in a sec!"

"Wait wait wait! Not now! I'm not-"

*BEEP*

"... ready." He groaned. She was on her way over now. And there was no way for him to clear "the evidence" from the house in that time. Well, not without being an inconsiderate jerk.

No, there was no time for being "considerate". Dashing back down the hallway into his room, he flung his door open wide.

"Hey Jackie! You need to get going, what happened last night wa-"

He looked around the room, showing no evidence of her existence.

"Jackie?" He cautiously stepped around the empty bedroom, but still catching no sight of the girl in question.

Perhaps she left. She might've felt the same guilt and shame and just snuck out. Of course, that would imply she understood exactly what happened the night before, but it would also mean she hadn't even stayed to explain herself.

He sighed. There was no point in dwelling on it. There was approximately 5 minutes before Star could be there and he needed to get his story straight, and his eloquence strong.

*Ding-dong*

Star Butterfly, breaking the laws of physics since 2001.

He slowly made his way to the door, dreading the gap of time that slowly closed between now and the inevitable.

The door creaked open. "Hey, Star.. W-what's up…?"

"Um… 'What's up'? Diaz, how hammered were you last night? You invited me over, you adorable klutz!"

Now was really not a good time for cute insults. "Uh- s-sorry, yeah… I-I need to tell you something…" Marco scratched the back of his head.

"Okay… Am I allowed in before I freeze to death?"

"Oh, r-right. Yeah, come in…" He quickly sidestepped.

She quickly shed her jacket and plopped onto the couch, bouncing a few times before coming to a rest, revealing she was still in her pajamas.

"Um, Sta-"

"Yeah, pajamas I know, but you said it was important so I booked it over here as quick as I could."

Mentally, he slapped himself. Of course he could have bought himself some extra time.

"So, Marco… What'd you wanna tell me?"

He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from vomiting the words out. Words, along with the rest of his internal organs.

God, he felt awful.

"Marco? Hey Diaz! Helloooo?" He must've been staring into space.

"Erm- sorry. S-so… Yeah… The reason I wanted to talk to you was… Um…"

Footsteps from the hallway made his voice catch.

It couldn't be.

It shouldn't be.

Dear god he was screwed…

"Hey, Marco, you got any Tylenol or something? I got a huuuge headache from last night." Jackie's voice called from across the room, as she tactlessly strode into the living room, staring at her phone while earbuds blasted music into her ears.

His jaw dropped. And of course she was still here.

"Hey Jackie! What are you doing here?" Star gleamed innocently at her.

"Oh! Hey Star! Yeah I just crashed here after the sick party Diaz threw. I was just checking to see if he had any painkillers in his medicine cabinet."

"That's cool. Did you sleep well?"

"Hah, yep I slept reeeally well." She grinned.

"Ooookay!" Marco interjected. "That's enough! Jackie, can you give us a few? I need to talk to Star. Alone." He emphasized the last point heavily.

Her eyes darted between the two. "Ooh. Gotcha. I'll just be going through your kitchen if ya need me." She spun on her heel and left.

Marco pinched the bridge of his nose and clenched his jaw. This wasgoing to be worse than he anticipated.

After Jackie had cleared the living room area, Star directed her attention back at Marco.

"So… aloooone huh? Sounds real important."

"Star," his voice became grim, "I… I need you to be serious here. I messed up. Bad. And… and I'd like it if you would just hear me out. Properly."

"Marco? What's wrong? Don't worry, you can tell me everything. I'll always be here to listen." Her radiant smile pierced his heart like a dagger.

That was what scared him the most. After this, who knows if she would stay?

He cleared his throat. "Um… Thanks… Okay, here goes." His eyes closed for a brief moment.

Hesitancy is a drug.

He reopened them. "Last night, during the party, I… got a bit too drunk and… well… long story short. I woke up next to Jackie."

Star's expression remained neutral.

Marco continued to speak. "I-I don't know exactly what happened. But all I can say is that I'm beyond ashamed of myself for my actions. I'm-"

His voice caught on the last few words, tripping up his path of words.

And she didn't catch him. Instead intently staring emotionless, expecting more.

"... I'm a-... A fool. An undeserving fool and I shouldn't have taken your trust for granted… I just… Wish if I could go back and-"

"Stop." Her voice was stern and quiet.

His heart shattered instantly. She rarely spoke so dreadfully, let alone the coldness that emanated from her eyes.

"I'm so… sorry Star, I'll let you be on your way then…" He reached for her jacket.

"No." He paused immediately. "That sounds like a terrible offense, Marco. As not only best friends but girlfriend and boyfriend. You have violated the boundaries of our trust. I expect some form of recompense."

Marco was absolutely bewildered. 'Recompense'? As in…

"First, I want breakfast in bed, every day for three months."

What.

"Second, I get to keep Mr. Stuffykins indefinitely."

"Star, is all this necessary?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Diaz if you wanna even have the slightest chance of keeping this," she gestured to herself, "you're going to shut your trap and agree."

He immediately closed his mouth and nodded his head up and down.

"Third, and finally, you have to do… the thing." Her tone became dramatically eerie.

Oh no. She wouldn't.

"What? Star! How can you possibly demand all of this from me? I just laid my heart out on my sleeve for you and you're taking advantage of it? How could you?"

From the depths of the kitchen came Jackie, doubled over, laughed uncontrollably.

"Star! I think this has gone too far." She managed to muster through her fits of giggles.

"What? No! I was going to milk this a little bit more!"

Marco felt his frustration building. "Wha-what? Is this a joke to you guys?"

"Actually," Star turned to face him, "it is. And you're the 'joke-ee'!"

"Huh? Tha- that's not even a word! Someone tell me what's going on or so help me I'm gonna lose it!"

The girls shared a devious grin. "Want me to show him or you?" Jackie asked.

"Nah I'll do it. I got it saved here on my phone."

"Sick. I gotta get going I got some business to attend to." Opening the coat closet, she put on her jacket and left the home, shutting the door gently on her way out.

"Uh. So explanation? Please?"

Star chuckled to herself. "Oh don't worry Diaz, you'll like this." She quickly pulled out her cell phone and opened a file containing a video one minute and thirty-four seconds long.

"Hit play."

His finger slowly made contact with the screen, causing his being to shake with uncertainty.

The video was shown to be taken by one of the many party patrons, capturing Marco in an embarrassingly drunken state, escorting various visitors around the disastrous home.

"Uhkay guyyz.. Thanks for.. Uh.. Comin'.. Get home… And stuffzz.. *hic*... Happy birthday… Or whatever it iszz.."

"Hey Marco, I don't got a ride home. You think you can spare me a spot on your couch for the night?" The camera panned over to Jackie, who also appeared to be a bit red-faced.

"Y-you.. Dun have a ride home? Well, you can juzt stay… here fur the night…"

"Haha awesome, thanks Marco." She began to walk over to the couch which had been pushed over to the far end of the living room.

"Wha…? Nuh-uh. You cun sleep on the bed tunight. Iz cool. I'll take the… the thing." He gestured to the sofa shakily.

"No Marco, I can't... it's your house and-"

"Nuhhhhhh. Itz fine." He ushered her towards the main hallway, the camera person in pursuit of the action.

He pushed open the door, revealing an equally ravaged bedroom, yet the bed somehow remained well intact.

"Here ya go…" He led her over to the other side of the bed and let her lay down before moving to leave the room.

Jackie sat on the bed and looked back at Marco staggering his way out. "Hey Marco, you just take the other side, I'll promise not to hog all the covers."

"Nuh, I can't… I… Star, y'know? I dun think she'd like.. tha…" His words trailed off as he collapsed face first onto the bed sheets.

"HA! Check it out, Marco's smashed! Star, you got a real keeper here!" The camera spun around to reveal Alfonso and Ferguson as the secret filmers, who both flashed a quick smile at the screen before shutting off the recording.

Marco's jaw hung for a moment before he collected up what was left of his sanity.

"Oh."

"Yep!"

"So I never…"

"Mhm!"

"And you're not…"

"Nope!"

There was a pause.

Regaining his composure, he forced the heat in his cheeks back down and cleared his throat.

"Well at least I don't have to do the thing anymore."

"Whaaa? Aww but you agreed!" Star pouted.

"No, I didn't. Although I have to admit, you almost got me." Marco spoke through clenched teeth.

"But I still get to keep Mr. Stuffykins."

"Nuh-uh. Not after what you did, you don't get anything."

"Not even breakfast in bed?" Her lower lip trembled as her eyes widened.

Puppy-dog eyes. His weakness.

"Fine… One weekend of your choice."

"Two weeks?" Her eyes opened larger.

"... One week. Final offer."

Her expression brightened immediately. "Deal!"

Marco breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."

"STARTING NOW! GO MAKE ME SOME NACHOS!"

"Wh-wha? Now? Bu-but I gotta clean the house and buy groceries, n-not to mention I look like a mess, an-"

"Pleeeeeaaaaase?"

Marco sighed. As if he could ever deny the demonic little angel herself.

Just as he started trekking back to his own room, his head began to grow light, the room appeared to spin before his eyes, and, without another word, he made a quick sprint into the washroom, and spilt his guts into the porcelain throne.


A/N: There you have it, the end of chapter 6. For all who wish to know, I'm honestly not quite sure when the next update will be coming. Luckily, what with exam season coming up, that means that it very well could be by next month. Hopefully that's not too big of an issue for you all.

And as always, reviews and comments are deeply appreciated, I'm still taking requests by whoever wishes to add to this story in whatever way they can, and I hope to see you all back here again for my next installment. Whenever that'll be.