Hey there everybody! Guess who's still here? No, not Ghandi. I'm back and I'm refreshed as hell! Sorry for making you all wait for my next update, and I really have no one to blame but myself for that. I'll explain why I was gone down below, but for now, let's get to the one-shot! Here's the Bad Boy AU that no one asked for but I made anyway because why not?

Most kids dream of meeting princesses and seeing magic before their eyes, like rainbows and fairies, myths and legends brought to life. They dream of that wonder and amazement, holding on to that little snippet of hope that one day they'll be able to see all that magic in the flesh.

Most kids aren't Marco Diaz.

Marco doesn't hope to see magic and princesses , since he's already seen both (not that he wanted to), and was more annoyed than amazed. Ever since that one faithful day where his family decided to house a foreign exchange student, his life was flipped upside down, and has stayed that way since. He had to remodel his entire room after it was sucked into a black hole, can you blame him for being a little bit ticked off? And it was all because of that princess.

He hated her with a passion. She was a goody two-shoes in its purest form. From the way she politely shook people's hands when greeting them, to her knack of taking offense at any kind of negative remark, even it were just a joke, and not even directed at her. Apparently she was sent to some reform school at an early age, being trained in proper etiquette so she could become a great successor to her mother and father when she became queen. Marco could see why they would do that, it's a tough job after all, but it didn't exactly sit well with the fact that this girl was stripped of any freedom before she even knew how to ride a bike.

Marco never felt sympathy for anyone. Somehow this girl had changed that.

He sat in his room on his bed, eyes closed with his head on the pillow and headphones over his ears. Marco often did this when he had free time, and found it rather relaxing to lay off his tough guy demeanour and just take a minute to enjoy some peace. He was listening to a streaming podcast from the W.T.N crew, and was enjoying himself quite a lot, before his peace was interrupted by a quiet knock on his door.

The small smile that curved on his lips dropped instantly. He ignored the knocking the first time around and tried to focus in on the podcast, turning up the volume a little bit. The knocking continued. A few moments after Marco thought the person had left, he heard the low tack of three knocks on his door once more. Marco didn't feel like playing the game of chicken, so with a frustrated sigh, he took off his headphones and got up from his bed.

"Just a second..." he groaned, ironing out the creases on his black shirt and blue denim jeans with his hands. He walked over to his door and gripped the handle, wondering what was so important that he needed to be taken from his alone time. A quick twist of the doorknob and a steady pull later and he was face to face with the girl who he had despised since day one, but a bit less overtime, admittedly.

Star stood quietly by his doorframe, shyly clasping her hands behind her back, and her sky blue eyes looking down at the ground. With her hair tied into a ponytail and wearing a bright blue dress that seemed fit for the daughter of a billionaire, which she pretty much was (he had been trying to convince her to stop wearing the frilly dresses she kept, but to no avail). Marco thought she actually looked kind of cute, maybe adorable is you pushed him enough. That didn't stop him from being annoyed though. Star had the tendency to get under his skin, and not in a good way. She thought that being prim and proper was what he needed, often scolding him for not being gentlemanly. He hated her for that, and he would never stop hating her for that. It was his life, and it followed his rules, if you didn't like that, then you could die in a fire for all Marco cared.

Marco rolled his eyes at the sight of the princess. "What is it?" he asked. If he was going to miss out on his free time, he might as well hear her out. Star stayed quiet, her eye twitching uncontrollably. Marco preferred to not hurt people on his weekends, so he used his irresistible boy charm to get her to talk.

"Speak up and tell me what you want before I smear your face on the wall as an art project."

Charming beyond belief.

Star winced at the threat he made, biting her lip in frustration, like she just couldn't get the words out. "W-w... Wou-would..."

Marco was growing impatient. He folded his arms, wrapping his fingerless leather gloves around his elbows and tapping his finger against them impatiently. Star continued to stutter, her hands balled into fists and eyebrows furrowed. She really didn't like what she was about to ask. "Would you like... To..."

Marco raised his brow in interest, she was asking him for something? That was a first. Usually their conversations consisted of insults and general hatred towards one another, but Marco guessed that maybe since he was easing up on her lately, she thought she should as well. "Would I like to... What?"

"...to come with Janna and I... To lunch..." she sighed and let her shoulders fall, like she's just given all of her energy into asking. Marco just shrugged.

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"Why do I even bother... You're always so negative towards me, I just wanted to take you out to lunch so that we could maybe get to come to a better understanding of one another, but apparently that's just too much to ask of Echo Creeks local bad boy! You're just so stubborn, and I hate that." She burst out, her eyebrows closing together in anger.

"You realize I said yes, right?"

Star pointed her wand towards Marcos face, it's bright purple coating coming close to hitting his nose, yet he didn't flinch. "Don't bother making excuses, I get that I don't fit in with your sickly rebellious lifestyle but that doesn't mean we can't see eye to eye, I just want to be your friend, and you keep pushing and pushing me away like I'm some kind of plague. Why won't you let me try to get closer to you? Am I really that bad to be around? I know I didn't make the best first impressions when I showed up at your door, but that doesn't mean I'm a total buzz kill."

Marco thought back to when Star did first arrive at his home, where his parents practically fell head over heels for her, like she was the daughter they never had. He already didn't like her too much back then, but with the liking and approval from his own parents without even the slightest look in his direction, let alone his own opinion on the matter, Marco didn't exactly become the best of friends with his new housemate.

His disliking only escalated when he discovered she could perform magic spells, as unbelievable as that is. At first, it seemed amazing, almost too good to be true, but then came the mishaps, and the black holes and the explosions. That sealed the deal for Marco, and he made that very clear to Star that he wanted nothing to do with her. Ever since, he's done his best to avoid her, and that seemed to irk the goody-two-shoes for some reason, because she felt the need to always chastise him for his arrogant and often cruel behavior.

The two had been bitter towards one another since day one. But there were times when Marco would stand up for the princess if she was ever bullied or in a sad mood. He didn't know why, since it was against his "rebellious nature" to be a nice guy, but he just waved it off, thinking it was his sense of morality or something like that.

"Star, I'm telling you now, I'd be happy to go to lunch with you. Okay? Are you listening to what I'm saying? "

"You know what, Marco? Just forget it. I tried to be nice and offer you a pact of peace, but you've taken it and thrown it on the ground. Your just not worth the ef-"

Star paused mid sentence, finally processing what Marco had said. Marco noticed this and let a snicker break past his lips.

"You done complaining now? I'd like to get going as soon as possible."

Star looked like her brain has just crashed windows XP style. She squinted her eyes and held up a finger in question, trying hard to process the words that had slipped past Marcos mouth. She opened her mouth to speak, but could not think of any words that could signify how she felt about the situation.

Not without offending several races and populations anyway.

"Yeah. I mean, Janna and I go way back so it'll be fun, plus I could use a bite to eat. It doesn't have to be your treat either."

Star just stood in place, confused. He had said yes? To lunch? With her? Something was off here, and Star didn't like it when things were off. "Are you trying to get to me?" she questioned, rather rudely, which surprised Marco to say the least. Maybe he'd been rubbing off on her.

"Star, I've said it thrice now and I'm only going to say it once more" he said like speaking to an infant. "I would like to have lunch with you and Janna. I think that'd be a lot of fun and it would give us that 'Bonding time' you apparently want us to have. Alright? That's he last time I'm gonna say it, but I can understand if you don't trust me. After all, I haven't been able to trust myself pretty recently."

And it was true too. Marco had found himself doing things he never expected to do as a person. He'd been standing up for weaker kids at school when they were being bullied, he'd been avoiding the parties and drinking parades that he used to love doing (Janna used to do them as well, but she and Marco had slipped away from one another in the past few months), and he'd even started going back to classes on the regular. He used to only show up when there was a test or an exam, and he'd always ace it, much to the surprise of the classroom. But then again, his life long crush Jackie Lynn Thomas went to the same classes as he did, so that could be the explanation for attending classes.

It looked as though Star was about to have a mental breakdown about the whole ordeal. Marco could practically hear the sounds of rusted cogs turning in her head. He was starting to regret accepting her proposal, so before he changed his mind, he poked his finger on the middle of her forehead to snap her out of her trance. "I'm gonna go get ready, if your not waiting by the door when I'm done, I'll drag you out myself. Got it?"

With confusion still dominating most of Stars expression, she nodded slowly. Marco then gave a small but genuine smile to her, softness building in his eyes.

"Good. I'll be down in about ten minutes." And with that, he closed his door, leaving Star standing there with her thoughts. She just stared ahead at the door, surprise taking confusions place as her expression.

"He said... Yes?" she questioned, almost expecting an answer, God knows who from. Then a spark of excitement formed in her eyes, with her lips curving upwards into a smile.

"He said yes."

Good ending, bad ending? I'm not sure. Let's not dwell on that for now. Instead let's talk about the future of this series. Now, some of you may remember a while back that I wanted this series to end at fifty chapters. I thought that was a perfectly adequate amount of chapters to finish on, a I didn't mind not finishing some story arcs. The problem was, I loved writing every last one of the chapters I posted on this sight, and for some reason, I just can't see myself never coming back to this. There have been good times and bad, but I never regretted anything I posted, since I thought it was something to look back on in the future to see how far I've come as both a writer and a person.

So, ladies and gentleman, I can assure you this series will not be ending. Not anytime soon at least, but don't s surprised if I just don't post as often as other authors in this fandom. I'll write when I'm motivated to do so. Which brings me to why I was gone. Part of the reason was, yes, prolonging that inevitable fiftieth chapter, but the main reason was depression and a lack of motivation. For the past three months I had felt so terrible that I had tried to find ways to end my life. It was just to much to handle. I didn't go through with any of those attempts though, because every time I was close to it, I remembered all the people that I loved and loved me back.

After a while I had realized I wasn't suicidal at all, and that my life was truly the best I could have made it. But I still wanted to die. Confusing as it may seem, if there had been a time where I would've died and it wouldn't have been my own fault, I would've accepted it. Thankfully, that never came around. And from there I just worked through my pains. I didn't tell anyone about how I was feeling except a select few of my friends, and they were all supportive and came to help me when I felt down. Except one guy, but he's an asshole anyway. In the end, I wound up coming back to my life with full intention of seeing it through to the end.

Now that's enough of my blabbering, onto the reviews!

Guest Sorta: Of course I have, and whaddya mean do I have better things to do? Of course I do! But your stuff is good and I wanna see more!

Exotos135: Wee Woo Wee Woo! Hear that? It's the buzz kill alert! But thanks bro, I really appreciate it.

Finnjr63: Glad you think so, and I hope I can do more of stuff like that in the future. And yes, Trump joke. Thanks bud!

Blue Neonlightshow: Bro, trust me, that chapter was all you. You made it happen, and I hope you realise how much I appreciate that! And drinking in college is fine, I just don't think it should be a regular thing. Maybe for a special celebration like graduating, or getting laid for the first time. Either way, thanks again bro, I owe you!

DonDonatek: THANK YOU KIND SIR! Your love and appreciation is well accepted and it is returned with full force! Have yourself a wonderful life without alcohol, thanks again my man!

AuthorSmimph: Oh it is true, trust me. Peer pressure is a pain, especially when it starts to affect how people act around you. We gotta spread the message that people don't have to do what they don't want to! It's their life, let them live it! I don't blame Star for beating a dead horse though, after all, there are still think that gender is a spectrum. Thanks again Smimph, hope to see more of your work soon!

Brokensvtfoelover: Hey, hey, chill out mate. No need to get aggressive.