"Pssst… Marco!" A voice whispered.
Marco's eyes shot open. He was… back on the couch. The room was just as dark as before, if not darker.
"Maaaarc-ooooh?" The voice cooed, a playful tone on its lips.
Marco turned his head to meet its source. It was Star, only, something seemed… off about her. She looked like his bestie, she sounded like his bestie, but she certainly didn't act like his bestie. She didn't even have to speak, for him to make that deduction. Just the way she looked at him, it… it wasn't right. Star sat on the far end of the sofa, staring at him with the same, half-lidded gaze that Dream Jackie gave him, along with a tiny, seductive smirk on her lips.
Marco didn't know how to feel. Part of him was put off by this, while another was turned on by this. Star began to scoot closer and closer, halving the distance between them. Marco felt an increasing need to scoot away. To keep his distance. But he couldn't move. Alright, not a problem. How about talking to her? Marco opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, all that came out were dry heaves.
She was getting closer. Marco's mind was at war.
Half of him yelled to get away.
Half of him yelled to get closer.
"She's hot. She's sexy. She's into you! Go for it, man!"
"She's funny. She's caring. She's your friend! Don't let your hormones do something you'll regret!"
When she got close enough, Star grabbed him in the same places she did during the movie, last night. But unlike the tender embrace of the night before, Star's hands were much more hungry. Much more aggressive. "I saw you last night, Marco." She whispered. "You do know, it's rude to peep on a lady, right?" Star asked, walking her fingers across his chest. "Especially your best friend." She added, even closer to his ear.
Marco's mind was far beyond a state of panic. Comprehensive thought was completely outside of his capabilities, but that didn't seem to stop the growth in Marco's pants.
Judging by the girl's soft, sexy giggle, Star seemed to have noticed. "Like whatcha saw there, Bad Boy?" She took one of the boy's paralyzed hands and firmly placed it on her hip, giving him another giggle. "It's okay, Marco… I didn't mind…" Star slid Marco's hand under her dress and placed it on her bare bottom. Marco couldn't feel any panties. "… I like 'em a little naughty." Star was practically inside his ear, at this point.
Marco clenched his eyes shut, preparing for the worst, before he felt a quick, gentle peck on his cheek. Marco felt the girl's ironclad grip release him, and the warm body pull away. Marco opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was the room, it was… brighter, somehow. As if the roof had been torn off and the sun was shining down on them. Marco looked around the room. None of the lights were turned on, and the roof was firmly in place. That thought was put on hold when he noticed the second thing. Marco brought his hands in front of his face, flexing his fingers. He could move again! Marco turned his head before noticing the third thing.
Star.
Star was sitting about a foot away from him, hands in her lap. Star's head turned to him, her once hungry, seductive look, had turned into an expression of calming happiness. Her cheeks were painted with a light coat of blush and she had an adorable, little smile on her lips. Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the most beautiful way. Marco was awe struck. She was so… beautiful. But why? Why did he feel so… drawn to her? Star didn't look any different than her usual self. What was going on?
She giggled softly, gently taking both of his hands in her own. Marco showed no signs of resistance. Star then closed her eyes and slowly began to lean forward. Marco found himself leaning forward, as well. When their faces were just inches away from each other. Blackness.
Marco could feel the light faintly shining through his eyelids. He felt the familiar fabric of the sleeping bag on his skin. Marco slowly began to open his eyes, letting them adjust to the morning light. Marco groaned, you always wake up before the best parts. Wait, best parts? No no, of course not! He and Star were about to… no, of course he didn't want to… Marco sighed. Was he actually falling for his bestie? Or was this just his hormones reacting to the only other person in the room? He honestly couldn't tell, anymore.
Judging by what he heard last night, she was interested in him. But what if those were just her hormones reacting to the only other person in the room? Were either of them in control of their own feelings?! Marco had no way of knowing, and that thought scared him. Marco took his sweet time getting himself out of bed, giving him plenty of time with his thoughts.
When he felt like the time was right, Marco slowly climbed out of his sleeping bag and got to his feet. He felt around his trousers. They were dry. So that was a plus. The dark red sleeping bag beside his, was empty. Marco got down on his knees and peeked down to the first floor below.
There she was. Star Butterfly. Sitting on the couch, humming happily to herself as she used his laptop. She was really taking a shine to that thing. The browsing princess managed to catch the top of Marco's head in the corner of her eye.
"Hey, Marco!" She greeted, her face lighting up as she looked at him.
Marco got to his feet and began to descend the spiral staircase. "Mornin, Star." He yawned, rubbing his eyes. "How long you been up?"
"Couple hours." She said, nonchalantly. "Hey, Marco. Why's everyone talking about this 'Harambe' guy and why is the D out for him?"
He stopped halfway down the steps, leaning over the banister. Marco gave her a smile. "You tell me, Star. You're the one with the computer."
Star gasped at the realization. "You're right!" She shouted, before punching 'Harambe' into the search bar. Star clicked on the first result, Wikepidia. After scanning through the article, she looked back up at Marco. "I don get it." She stated, flatly.
"Ha ha. Me neither, Star. Me neither. The internet's dumb"
Star gasped with a look of shock on her face. "Marco! How could you say that!?" She scolded, hugging the laptop and petting it in a comforting manner.
Marco slapped his palm firmly against his forehead. "No, Star, I meant the people on the internet."
"Oh… Okay" She said, cheerfully, before opening the laptop again. Like nothing happened.
Marco gave her a smirk. "Taking a liking to the internet, I presume."
"Oh my gosh, Marco. How could I not?! This place has everything! Why do humans even HAVE books?"
Marco continued down the stairs. "Well, Earth didn't always have computers, Star. So, before things like TV and the internet came around, humans used books to tell stories and record history and stuff." As he finished his explanation, Marco took a seat next to her.
Star gasped, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Marco! Mewni uses books to record stuff too! Does that mean Mewni is going to get internet?!" She shouted, an enormous, excited grin, plastered on her face.
"Ha ha… I wouldn't count on it happening anytime soon, Star."
"Aw. Why not?" she said with mild disappointment, letting go of her friend.
"Mewni and Earth may be similar, but from what I've seen of Mewni, Earth and Mewni have a technological gap of about 500 years."
Star stared at him. "Wut?"
"Basically, Earth was like Mewni around 500 years ago"
Star's eyes shot open. "Wwwhaaaaaaaaaaat?!" Star paused for a few moments, trying to process this whole thing. "Earth."
"Yes."
"This Earth."
"Yes."
"Was like Mewni."
"Yes."
"My Mewni."
"Yes."
"500 years ago."
"Yes."
"Years."
"Yes."
"365 days."
"Yes."
"500."
"Star, do you just want to take a look?!" Marco snapped, taking the computer from Star's lap.
"Riiiiiight… The internet…" She whispered with a mystical tone, her eyes sparkling with awe and excitement.
Marco opened a new tab and swiftly typed 'Middle ages' into the Goggle search bar. As soon as Marco clicked on the 'Images' tab, Star's eyes almost seemed to physically glow with excitement.
"WOOAAH!" She gushed, leaning closer to the monitor. "That's Earth?!"
"Mm-hm" He nodded.
"This does look like Mewni!" she said, snatching the laptop from her friend and scrolling through the images.
"Yep." Marco boasted. "We had 'em all. Castles. Knights. Carriages. Queens. Kings. Princesses-"
"Princesses?! Earth had princesses?! Marco… I'm a princess!"
Marco laughed. "Yeah, I noticed."
"What did they look like?"
"Who?"
"The princesses! What did they look like?"
"Oh. I don't know, Star. Why don't you look it up?"
Right, she still needed to get used to that. Star clicked next to the words, 'Middle ages' and added the word, 'Princess' to the search. Star began to scan the page of images, before one caught her eye. Star clicked the image, enlarging it. It was a painting of a young lady, probably around 18 to 20 years old, knighting a young man in front of a throne. Her long, blond hair rested upon her shoulders and gracefully flowed down her back. Upon her head laid a thin, golden crown. The white dress she wore was long and loose, almost like drapes, and was decorated around the chest and arms, with shiny, golden fabric.
"Woah… She's pretty." Star said.
Marco shrugged. "Yeah, if you're into that sort of thing"
"What do you mean, Marco?" She said, turning to face him.
"I mean, like, she's alright. She just seems a little too… What's the word?... Uptight for me? Ya know? I don't know, she just doesn't really do it for me."
"Sooooo…." She started, looking down at the floor. "What does do it for you?" Star asked, looking up at him with a faint blush on her cheeks, as she brushed her hair behind her ears.
The extremely personal question along with the adorably shy look she gave him, caught Marco more than a little off guard. "Uuuuh… I… I don't know, Star… I never really… Put much thought into it… Sorry."
"No no, you're right… for-forget I said anything…" She said, turning her head away and blushing hard from her embarrassing question.
The two sat in silence for a few moments.
"Soooo…" Marco began, grabbing the laptop from her, again. "Whatchu' been up to, on this thing?"
"Hm?" She turned her head back to him. "Oh. Well, you know… A little bit of this. A little bit of that." Star began to play with her hair as she talked. "I went onto that… UToob .com thing, and I watched a lot of videos!"
"Like what?" Marco asked.
Star could feel the tension in her body just melt away as they started to talk. This was nice. Just a normal conversation with her bestie. She didn't know what she was thinking, being so direct like that. "Umm, Well, I watched a lot of really cute cat videos. Aaaand… oh! I watched a bunch of videos about Earth history. Let's see… What else? Oh! I watched sooo many of these 'Try Not to Laugh Compilations'. Marco… They're really hard!" Star paused for a second. "Oh, shoot! There was one I really wanted to show you! Ugh, what was it called?!" She groaned, grabbing her head.
Marco laughed. "Don't worry, Star. We can just go through your search history to find it."
Star's back stiffened like a board. Those words hit her like a bolt of lightning. "S-search history?! That's a thing?!"
"Yep!" He said, cheerfully. "All you gotta do is click this button right here… and voila-"
As soon as Marco clicked the button, Star forcefully snatched the laptop from his grasp. "I-I… I don't think th-that's really gonna be necessary, Marco. Heh heh heh…." She said in an extremely awkward tone, hugging the laptop tightly to her chest. "Don't… don't worry about it, It's not that important… I… I'll remember it eventually…"
Right… He forgot about Star's little… session, last night. Star must have been worried that Marco would find her porn search results. At least… that's what he thought she was trying to hide, before Star brought the laptop away from her chest to close the tab, and Marco got a glimpse of several results for:
'How to tell a boy that you like them'
(But Jim, Star already knows about the internet! How else could she have livestreamed at the beginning of season 2?!)
A: Shut up.
B: Story takes place around season 1, when shit wasn't as complicated.
C: I'm sorry about telling you to shut up... I really appreciate the support.