Heyo here is my second short one shot that I have posted on my Tumblr account, in which Star and Marco go to the beach.

Crystal Persian: You know that I'm always up for new ideas!

I don't own Star vs. the Forces of Evil.

GENERAL POV

"Come on, come on, come ON Marco!" Star Butterfly cried in excitement, bouncing up and down on her toes and clapping her hands together. "Stop with the sunblock already, the ocean is waiting for us!"

To prove her point, Star threw a hand behind her and gestured to the glittering sea around them, the sun shining brightly and causing the water to sparkle like a million diamonds.

Marco grinned and shut the tube of sunblock in his hand (SPF 85, to be precise). "It's not like the ocean is going anywhere, Star," he pointed out, getting to his feet and brushing the sand from his swim trunks.

Star grabbed his arm and started tugging. "Yeah, but the time is! Come on, your parents are already in the water!"

Marco peered behind her and shuddered. "I know. I wish my dad had decided NOT to pack the speedo."

Both teens grimaced and Marco peeled off his flip flops, setting them down with his T-shirt and shorts. He glanced over at Star, who was pulling off her sundress to reveal her bathing suit. It was a rather simple two piece, decorated in-what else?- stars, hearts, and butterflies.

Marco felt his cheeks flush and he glanced towards the water quickly. "Ready?"he asked her, adjusting the draw string on his maroon shorts.

Star flew past him, her feet barely hitting the sand, and splashed quickly into the water. She yelped at the sudden cold and dove under, leaving Marco to shake his head and wade in up to his knees.

The boy stood still for minute and scanned the water closely, trying to spot Star under the crashing waves. "Star?" he called after a moment, somewhat concerned.

Cold fingers wrapped around his ankle and Marco screamed as he was yanked under the water. He came up spluttering and drenched next to Star, who waas giggling uncontrollably. "You should have seen your face," she teased him.

Marco scowled playfully. "Eh, yours is funnier."

Star looked sideways at him in confusion, only to find herself dunked underwater before she could ask what he meant.

The two spent nearly an hour chasing and dunking each other and staying as far away as possible from Mr. Diaz (who refused to believe that he should change into regular swim trunks).

When the teenagers finally fumbled their way out of the water, laughing and slightly pink despite the application of sunblock, Marco's parents had gone to the nearby boardwalk to grab some lunch.

Marco began toweling off his hair and glanced over at Star, who was trying to wring some of the sand from her hair.

"They have showers over there," Marco said, pointing to the restrooms and trying not to focus on just how pretty Star was. "You know, if you want to wash the sand off."

Star grinned at him and darted away, jogging up to the showers and pressing the button that would turn on the water. The girl yelped a little as the freezing water hit her, but she quickly pushed through the sensation and began running her fingers through her hair, drawing the sand from the bright yellow locks.

Giggling came from Star's left side and she glanced over to see a group of teenage girls, probably her age, laughing and pointing at Star and snickering. Star frowned hesitantly and tried to ignore them, focusing on getting a knot out of her hair.

"Hey! Don't you think you should put on something more decent?" one of the girls called to her.

Star furrowed her eyebrows and swung her dripping wet hair back over her shoulder. "I thought this was appropriate," she said, tugging on the strap of her bikini. "We are at the beach, after all."

One of the other girls, a red hed, snorted. "Oh honey. No, no, no. You don't have the body for that bathing suit."

Star blinked and twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. "I...I don't?" she asked in confusion.

The redhead rolled her eyes. "You're much too fat for that swimsuit, dear, and you-"

"What did you just say?"

The group of girls turned around to find Marco standing behind them, his eyebrows narrowed and his arms crossed over his chest.

The redhead smiled sweetly. "Just telling her the facts, sweetie. You can do MUCH better than this pudgy blimp over here."

Star leapt forward and grabbed Marco's fist from midair just before he could sock the girl in the nose. "Marco," she pleaded. "Don't."

Marco looked her in the eyes and softened under her gze, letting his hand fall. He wrapped an arm around Star and guided her away from the girls, sending them a very evil glare over his shoulder. "Star, they're wrong. You're not fat, I swear."

Star squirmed under his gaze and tightened her arms around her stomach. "Can we find your parents?" she asked softly. "I want to go home."

Marco stopped in surprise. "What? Star, you love the beach! Don't let those jerks get to you. You're gorgeous."

Star glanced at him and Marco turned bright red. "Uh...well...I mean...you know..."

The girl gave him thin smile. "Thanks, Marco. But my sundress is soaked and sandy aand I don't really feel comfortable in this swimsuit anymore."

Marco hesitated and then reached into his bag, which Star hadn't even seen him carrying. He pulled out his T-shirt that he usually wore, soft and gray and totally clean. "Here," he said softly, handing it over. "I don't need it."

Star took the shirt slowly aand glanced at Marco. "Really?" she asked, her eyes lighting up with delight.

He smiled and the girl tugged the fabric over her head, letting the cloth fall around her shoulders. It hung just down to her thighs and Marco couldn't help but smile at the sight. Star pulled him into a hug and giggled. "Thanks, Marco. Lunch?"

Marco grinned and pulled away from the hug, grabbing her hand and squeezing it tightly. "Lunch," he agreed.

And despite the fact that he wound up with a sunburn covering his entire torso, he didn't regret a thing.

Woop. There be the second chapter.

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