Hey guys, wanna hear a lame joke? Too bad. So here's how it goes:

Q: Why didn't the skeleton go to the ball?

A: He had no body to dance with!

Hahahahaha! Ha ha ha. Ha ha… yup this is my life now. I found it kinda fitting, though. From the episode of The Blood Moon Ball, you know?

Anyways sorry for the week or two long wait. I have school, tests, stories to read, and the extra time staring at a wall thinking of what to write next. I hope you like Chapter 1 (The other was classified as the prologue.), and feel free to display your criticism in the comments! ~Enjoy

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Vs the Forces of Evil.

Chapter 1

"Star?"

It had took Marco a moment to realize what was going on and he instantly broke down afterwards. He didn't remember much of what happened, though. All he remembered was his knees buckling underneath him, causing him to fall, and crying. He could recall some voices saying his name, but he didn't pay attention to who.

It was the late evening now and everyone had left for home. Marco was laying on his bed with an arm slung over his eyes, preventing anyone from seeing the continuous tears pouring from his eyes. He wasn't full on sobbing now, just crying silently with the occasional sniffle. The recent events played over and over in his mind. Going all the way back to when this all started. When Toffee made himself heard.

Though they grew closer when Star managed to save him, that seemed to have been to peak of their friendship. The two had been drifting apart after that, starting off slow but going faster as the days past.

Marco hadn't noticed the times for when Star would look on sadly as he and Jackie talked. Or for the times where Star had acted a little off. Or when she would let silent tears fall after he left the room, only to return later to see her eyes red and puffy. He cursed inwardly at himself for being so oblivious.

He was so caught up in his crush on Jackie and his own problems to even consider on checking Star. She was his best friend. He should've been there for her more.

A soft knock on his bedroom door interrupted Marco from his thoughts.

After a second, he let out a muffled groan and whispered a barely audible, "Yes?"

"Marco, it's your parents. Can we come in?"

Marco mumbled, "One second…" and propped himself up with his elbows. He positioned himself to sit on the edge of his bed and rubbed at his eyes, not wanting his parents to see him crying. He stood up and looked at a nearby mirror to make sure he looked decent.

Smoothing out his hair, Marco walked over the door and opened it slightly. He looked up at his parents with tired eyes.

"Yeah?" Marco asked with little to no emotion.

Mr and Mrs. Diaz shared a concerned look. His father spoke up, both turning back to their son.

"We just wanted to see if you were alright, Mijo." After Star left was left unsaid.

Marco forced a smile and nodded a little too quickly. "Yeah, I'm alright," he lied, "Doing just fine."

They shared another look. This time his mother talked. "Are you sure, Marco? Do you need anything? Water, a snack, tissues perhaps?"

As response to this, Marco left the safety of his bedroom and resorted to pushing his parents away from his bedroom door. "Trust me, guys. I'm fine. I heard that there's a movie marathon starting up in around 5 minutes, why don't you guys watch it?"

He gave them a reassuring smile upon seeing that they were still concerned. His parents shared one more look before nodding their heads and turning away in silence.

Marco lingered around until the pair were out of sight before dropping his smile. He ducked his head and headed back into his room, shutting the door behind him as he does so. Marco dropped down on his bed and buried his face in his hands. He sighed. Why did this have to be so difficult.

It's hard enough for dealing with this situation altogether, and it might just kill him to pretend everything was alright.

Marco looked around his room for something to distract him from his thoughts. He caught sight of his phone on his dresser. He got up and grabbed it. The first thing he did was scroll through his contacts, a bit of hope forming deep within. However, that was soon shot down when he didn't find Star's name. Of course it would disappear.

The next thing he did was enter his messages. He clicked on Jackie's name and started typing.

'Hey… Sorry about how I acted earlier.'

Not a second later, his phone buzzed.

'Marco! How are you doing? You broke down pretty hard back there.'

'To be honest… I'm not doing so well. Star was my best friend, you know? It's just hard to believe that she plain out left.'

'I totally get it, dude. I don't know what what I would do if any of my friends disappeared.'

'But I was right there when it happened. Didn't help that her confession left me in a paralysed state. I couldn't do anything.'

'Yeah… That was a bit awkward. You need to find a way to get your mind off of this whole mess.'

Marco sighed. That's what he's been trying to do, but nothing was working!

'I can't! I've tried everything I could think of!'

'Hmm... Have you tried looking for ways to contact her?'

'Well her contact isn't in my phone anymore.'

'Wait…'

'What? What is it?'

'Didn't Star say that you had your own dimensional scissors things?'

Marco froze after reading that. That was true… And he did technically spend 6 years trying to earn his own, even if it was only about 8 minutes on Earth. With this thought in mind, he hastily searched his room for where it could be.

He opened every drawer, compartment, and the spaces under his bed and dresser. When he didn't find anything, he checked his closet next. After about an hour of looking, Marco was disappointed to find nothing. He sat down on his bed again and looked at his closed door, losing faith by the second. He looked down a bit, sighing in defeat.

Marco then spotted something metallic in his peripheral vision. Curiosity taking over, he decided to turn his head to look at it more clearly. It appeared to be wedged in between his mattress and his bed frame. Standing up, Marco turned and lifted up his mattress.

A smile slowly grew on his face at what he saw. Quickly, Marco grabbed his scissors to test it out. In a swift cutting motion, a portal formed in the center of his room.