Sooo... Before you begin, anyone reading this who has read this story in the past will notice that I've changed a couple of things around. I wasn't too sure about where the story was going, so I mixed something up and here you go.

Marco heaved as he struggled to make his way across the hall and into his room. It had always been a difficult task before, but now as he drug Star's ancient and very heavy spell book into his room the feat seemed impossible.

"Seriously," He complained to himself, "This thing gets heavier every time it touch it." He continued to pull at the book, it would only be a few more feet until he would reach his room.

When the task was complete he shut the door behind him for privacy. He had to be quick Star would only be gone for a few hours. Thankfully she had joined cheerleading, which had embodied her two favorite things, cheering and leading. It was because of this that Marco decided to take an a very risky opportunity, today he was going to ask Glossaryck for help.

He pushed the book into the middle of the room and knelt on his knees as he tore open the cover. It was less than a second before Glossaryck appeared.

"Ah! You again! I have no interest in speaking with you. I only work for Princess Butterfly!" Glossaryck roared, a clear displeasure was painted across his face. But Marco was prepared for this type of reaction.

Okay, yes Marco had promised Star to wait. But after he made his pledge to give her time, the day's turned into weeks and Marco couldn't shake the feeling that Star wasn't telling him the whole truth. She became aloof over the subject, seemingly always finding the perfect distraction from dealing with the problem at hand. Marco pressed for answers, but Star always had made a way of escape. If things kept going this way he was sure that he'd have a heart shaped hickey on his neck for the rest of his life.

Strange things were happening, and he was sure it was because of the heart on neck. He was sure he could he could feel it tingling at times, he almost got into a fight at school, and he was afraid to admit it but, when Star was around he felt… well, he didn't know exactly what to call it, but it was strange

He comforted himself with the notion that he did technically give Star time, and now that she was still nowhere closer to finding a solution, Marco had a plan to put into motion.

"That's fine," Marco's tone was indifferent and cool. He pulled out a single cup of pudding. "I guess I'll just eat this pudding on my own." He would treat this encounter with the living glossary like a game of chess.

"You are a fool to think that I could be so easily persuaded by such an insignificant offering." Glossaryck turned away from him, but Marco smiled in return. Time to put the piece in play.

"Insignificant? No, this is quadruple fudge, actually it's the only quadruple fudge pudding left in the on this side of the hemisphere." He noticed a slight interest spark from the genie.

"Is that so?" The genie may have sounded uninterested, but it was far from the truth.

"Of course, it's been banned. It's too rich for young adolescent stomachs." Marco knew he had Glossaryck's full attention now. "They've been pulled out of schools for weeks. Luckily I saved the very last one." Checkmate. The genie broke his stoic character and lunged for the cup of pudding which Marco quickly pulled away from him.

"I must have it! Give it to me!" Glossaryck began to claw at the treasured cup with intensity. Marco managed to keep it just within a fathomable reach.

"I will, when you tell me what I need to know." Marco had won, the little blue man knew this and sighed.

"Fine." Glossaryck relented. He composed himself. "What knowledge do you require?"

"Okay, Star's been acting really strange lately. I think it has to do with mewberty, but she won't tell me anything about."

"Mewberty is a strange time for a young girl from Mewni, the Princess is no different." Glossaryck was obviously bored with the topic. How dense could this boy be? You would think he would remember the chaos of the last mewberty cycle.

"That's not all." The teenager continued, unfeigned by the genie's lack of interest. "She, uh, well, she kind of kissed me. But it was kind of really strange."

"Oh." Glossaryck eyes were raised, he ran his hand along his beard questioningly. "Where?"

"On the neck, she left me this mark." Marco turned his head to the side allowing Glossaryck a full view of the strange hickey. "She won't tell me anything about it and-" He stopped once he saw how the genie reacted. Almost like a teenage girl, Glossaryck wore a cheeky smile, stifling a giggle.

"You have been marked." It sounded like Marco was being teased. This whole ordeal was frustrating enough, and now he had to deal with being tormented by a living glossary.

"I know that. What does the mark mean? What does it do… exactly" He almost threw his hands up in defeat.

"It's a stamp," Glossaryck added. As he continued, he decided to try and lead Marco to the correct conclusion, "You know, an impression, a token..."

"I thought you were supposed to be a glossary, not a thesaurus. I know what a mark is." Marco felt the distinct feel of losing his sanity.

The genie sighed once again before continuing. "No, you're missing the point." he thought for the best possible way to clue the young man in, "Let's try this. If I were an explorer and I embarked into new territory, I would…"

"Mark it with a flag?" Marco still wasn't catching on.

"Exactly. That," He pointed to the heart shaped mark, "Is the mark. Simply put, my boy, you are a territory the princess would like to explore."

"Woah, woah, woah… woah… woah…" Marco took a deep breath. "Woah… Woah. What?" His voice was cracking, his composure was falling apart like sand against the waves. He felt dumb.

"I've not been entirely immersed in your human culture, but I believe the saying is: bow chica wow wow?"

"No, and no it's not. You've got it wrong. All wrong. It was an accident. St..Star didn't mean to, she was sleepwalking!" Where had all the air gone? Did his chest always feel this heavy?

"Although an accident would certainly make more sense as to why the future queen and ruler of Mewni would pick you. I cannot, with integrity, say that it was an accident."

"Please explain. Because there is no way-"

"There is a way. The princess Butterfly has marked you for espousal. Now what's this about sleepwalking?"

Marco decided to stow away the first part of Glossaryck's comment for the time being, and answer his question. "She was in some sort of trance when it happened, it was in the middle of the night. But then when she came to her senses she had no idea what happened."

"Hmmm. She must've been acting on her instinct"

"Then it was a mistake."

"No, still not a mistake. This is not a mark that can be given for kicks. It's is only manifested by a strong yearning, not quite an infatuation but an appetite, a desire, or..." He trailed off.

"Love?" The teen asked in disbelief. This whole ordeal took a completely different turn than he expected.

"That, and more," Glossaryck looked him directly in the eye, suddenly equipping himself with a serious face. "There is something you need to know. The mark cannot-Oh no, don't ever open me again! I only obey the beckonings of the royal family!" The genie quickly disappeared amongst the many pages of Star's spell book which then shut itself violently. His fleet stunned Marco, who frantically tried to pry the book back open, but it was in vain.

"What the heck was that about?" Marco scratched his head. A still small voice cut into the room.

"Marco…" His heart dropped, there was no mistaking the voice he heard. Star Butterfly, the very princess in question, was standing behind him. "You promised." Marco trembled within himself, he could hear the sadness in her voice. She sounded heartbroken.

"I know, Star, I'm sorry, but I had to know. Glossaryk knew what it is, so we can get his help, let me just." He turned quickly to grab the book once more, but Star grabbed hold of his arm.

"You don't have to get him. I know what is is." She said lowly, her hair covering her eyes as she looked to the floor. Marco was taken back by her revelation. Maybe this is why she was so bent on keeping him in the dark.

"Wait, you already know. How long have you known?"

"It doesn't matter, but I-"

"Yes it does Star," Marco cut her off, "If you knew this whole time, and gave me the run around, then I don't think we're as great of friends as I thought."

"Marco, you don't get it. It's, well, the lover's mark thing is complicated, and embarrassing. I couldn't just tell you, I had to find a solution."

"So you lied, I bet you knew from the second you gave it to me, and you've been lying this whole time." His voice was cracking in anger, he had never been this angry with the Mewni princess before. And yet, every ounce of anger he felt was matched by hurt. How could Star lie to him about this?

"Don't be mad at me, please Marco. I did everything I could to fix it, but-"

She was doing it again, giving him another excuse. Marco wanted to believe her, but nothing made much sense. There's no way Star wanted to give him the lover's mark, she would have to be in love with him.

He had to ask.

"So, does this mean you're in love with me?"

"What?"

"Just answer the question Star, do you love me?"

Dang, so things are getting pretty serious. Sorry about the cliff hanger, but how else am I supposed to get my kicks?

Anyways it won't be too bad, the next chapter is right around the corner.

Thanks for reading,

Attilla the Fun!