Towels: Based on a thing that legitimately just happened to me oh my god I'm blushing so hard holy crap. AU

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GENERAL POV

It hadn't been a good day for Star Butterfly. First she failed her history test, then her flip flops snapped, and then, to top it all off, she had lost her favorite headband somewhere in the confines of her tiny dorm room.

All in all, Star just wanted to take her burrito and her iced coffee upstairs, scarf them down to the point where her body hurt, and then collapse under her covers and sleep for two hundred years.

She sighed and swiped her key card through the slot outside of her dorm hall, yanking open the stubborn door and wincing as it slammed shut behind her before she started slowly down the first floor boy's hallway, her gaze lowered to the carpet.

"Psssst!"

Star whipped her head up and locked eyes with the male student who was poking his head out of the boy's bathroom, his light brown eyes shining in the harsh restroom lighting.

She had seen him around a few times; his name was Mark or something like that. He was fairly attractive to be perfectly honest, but Star wasn't really in the mood to speak to anyone that night. "Yeah?" she asked, slowing to a crawl and tightening her fingers ever so slightly around her coffee.

"Are you alone?" he asked anxiously, his eyes darting to the space behind her.

Star pursed her lips ever so slightly, glancing down at her slowly growing cold burrito. "Yeah, why?"

"Wanna do me a favor?"

Star almost groaned. Horny guys on college campuses were the absolute worst. If this guy asked her to so much as even look at his-

"I left my towel in my room, and I really need someone to cover me while I go and get it," he continued, his eyes pleading with her.

Against her own will, Star's eyes shot down to the boy's midsection, her cheeks flushing bright red as she saw that he was covering himself with nothing more than a pale gray t-shirt. "I uh….sure, okay."

He sighed in relief, looked down the hallway again, and then exited the bathroom, staying behind Star the whole way and clinging to his shirt. "Thank you so much," he gasped out when he reached his room.

She turned back to glance at him, and he ducked into his room quickly, popping his head back out to smile at her gratefully. "I really owe you one."

A snort bubbled out from her mouth before she could stop it, and Star finally started grinning. "I'd say you owe me more than one," she declared, her eyebrows raising.

He gave her a bright smile and leaned his cheek against his doorjamb. "Well, if you think of how I can possibly repay you, you know where I live. And my name's Marco, by the way."

"Star," she said with a nod and another chuckle. "And I already know what you can do."

His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and Star lifted her coffee bottle so that he could see it. "Coffee tomorrow? Maybe cookies?"

A relaxed grin eased across his cheeks and Marco nodded, slipping further into the confines of his room. "Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you so much again, Star."

Star tipped an imaginary hat and continued on her way to her room, burrito almost entirely forgotten as she tried to figure out just what in the world she was going to tell her friends about what had just happened.

The night had just gotten a lot better.

So yeah, up until the "I really owe you one" line, all of this happened to me. Every. Single. Bit. Except I didn't lose a headband in my room. Anyhow.

I'm about to post a SVTFOE and HTTYD crossover for my friend Megan's birthday tomorrow, and it would be really nice if I could get some feedback before I send it to her.

Thanks, and reviews are much appreciated!