The rest of the day was uneventful. The two just sat on the couch, enjoying each other's company, and explored the limitless virtual realm of the internet. They showed each other their favorite UToob videos, as well as finding new ones to watch. They continued to browse Wikepidea, looking into all the topics Star had questions about.

The articles were helpful and all, but Star still preferred Marco's explanations. His were a lot more direct and simplified, not bogged down with details and dates.

They also browsed many forums and social media sites, throughout the day. After Star's continued insistence, Marco reluctantly taught her about… memes. Inevitably leading to questions, such as:

"What is weed?"

"Who is Shrech?"

"What are 'white vans'?"

"But, where's the joke?"

"Why is everyone picking on this guy? He's not orange, he has hair, and his hands look perfectly normal."

That led to a conversation about Donald Drump, which led to a conversation about the election, which led to a conversation about how US government works, and before they knew it, it was almost midnight. Star didn't even touch her wand, the entire day. Marco had to admit, it was kind of refreshing to have a day without magic. To hang out with his bestie like a normal human being. It was a fun day. There was no doubt about that. But throughout the entire day, his troubling thoughts were trapped in back of his mind. Quiet, small, but ever-present.

She cuddled him during the movie.

She yelled his name while masturbating.

She asked him what kind of women he was into.

And she goggled 'how to tell a boy that you like them.'

Marco wasn't a dumb kid, at least… not in the conventional sense. He knew what this meant. There was no other logical explanation that fit with all four instances. But this was a struggle of feelings and hormones. Logic didn't apply here. His mind found comfort in denying it, so that's what he did.

"So, humans choose the leader of Earth by voting?"

"Not Earth, Star. The United States of America. Only one of the…" Marco did a quick Goggle search "…196 other countries on Earth. Although our country has a huge influence on the rest of the world, we're far from the only ones here."

"That's a lot of different countries…" she said slowly.

Marco turned to her with a look of confusion on his face. "Do… your parents rule over the entire planet?"

Star looked away, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I mean… no. There are a few rival kingdoms on Mewni." Star awkwardly swung her feet off the couch. "But unless we're at war with them, we tend not to interact with them… So, the rest of the countries on Earth are rival kingdoms?"

"Actually, no. Governments differ all around the world, and most countries get along with each other, pretty well. The most popular choice of government is the democracy, the kind where the people vote for their leaders-"

"Aww!" She smiled. "Everything is so nice on Earth!"

Hmmm… He was going to get into the dictatorships and war in the Middle East, but it was almost midnight. Why not end on a happy note? Marco smiled "Yep, it's a good time to be alive." He said, taking a deep breath and leaning back on the couch.

Star yawned, hard.

"Tired?"

"Mm-hm." She moaned, rubbing her eyes.

Marco checked his phone, 11:40. "Yeah." He grunted, stretching his arms. "Seems like a good time for bed."

Star groaned, flopping her torso onto the seat of the couch.

Marco got up from his seat and turned to face the lying, limp princess. "Get up, Star…" He said, flatly.

"Mmmeh." She sleepily moaned.

"Come on." Marco coxed, tugging at her arm.

"I'm tired, Marco. I can't get up." She softly whined.

"Yes you can…" He answered, flatly. Marco grabbed her by the wrist, and hoisted her into a sitting position. As soon as he let go, back onto the couch she fell. "Ugh!"

"Carry me." She mumbled, extending her arms and grabbing the air, like a 5 year old wanting upsies.

"Star, I'm not gonna carry you…"

"But I'm too tired to get up!" She whined helplessly, giving Marco puppy dog eyes.

"You were talking to me less than a minute ago!"

"The princess is tired and needs a noble knight to safely carry her to her quarters." She said, dramatically placing the back of her hand to her forehead.

Marco rolled his eyes. Whatever, he was tired and she wasn't going to budge. Marco sighed. "Alright, sweetheart." He teased, sliding his arms under the limp body and hoisting her into the air.

"Ooof!" She yelped at the swiftness of his action. Star locked her fingers behind his head for support as Macro cradled her in his arms, as if they were newlyweds. Her wide, shimmering eyes, stared up at her bestie. He was so strong, yet gentle. She held him close to her as he ascended the spiral staircase. "My hero…" she whispered.

Marco looked down at her and gave her a smirk. "This whole thing was to get another hug out of me, wasn't it?"

Star lunged upwards, giving Marco a quick peck on the lips. "Along with a little something extra." She cooed softly, giving Marco a giggle.

Marco nearly fell backwards down the stairs. Well, that was… unexpected. Marco didn't respond. What could he say to that? The silent, blushing boy made it to the top of the stairs, Helped Star into her sleeping bag, and took his place in his own. Star pulled her wand from her star shaped satchel and used it to turn out the lights.

"Good night, Star."

Star took a deep breath. "Night, Marco."

Sh-should she have just done that?...

Can you say filler chapter? Cause I fucking can. I can say it with over 900 words.

I'd make it longer, but I kinda want to keep the tender first kiss and the dirty, dirty smut in separate chapters.

I'm taking the piss outta memes, here. But I still genuinely think weed and Shrek memes are funny.

I voted for Bernie in the primaries. So either way, I'm unhappy with the election results.