the story begins during the episode sleepover
(Stars Pov)
the final question "who do you have a crush on" the cube asks, the room goes tense, my heart racing. I decide to go first, to get it over with, and maybe it will help break the tension. I look over at Marco, my cheeks warming up "I have a crush on Oscar Grayson" I say without stuttering, the cube glows and then turns to StarFan13. She looks at me and answers "My crush is Star" she answers 'I swear she get kinda weird sometimes' i think to myself. pony head answers herself "Your turn the cube says going to Jackie "ohh this boy i met during skate camp" she says with a playful smile, and i can see Marcos's expression slightly dropping, but he tries to hide it. "his name is Alex" she says and the cube doesn't react. "Okay, Janna, who is your crush?" the cube asks. and without hesitation she answers "18th-century poet john keats" we all stare at her bewildered but the cube just nods. "Okay Marco, your turn" the cube says turning to him, he gulps nervously. "oh Marco you don-" i start to say "no it fine my crush is Jackie... Jackie Lyn Thomas" he says blushing and looking at the ground. I knew he would but then "somebody lied" the cube states and the cube zaps us "ok who lied ah" Janna shouts
they think Marco but Marco says he does like Jackie "ok it was me I lied" I shout and the cube stops zapping us so we can answer truthfully. "who is your crush really" it asks me, i look at Marco and i know I can't lie "my crush is actually Ma-MAr"inhales"Marco Diaz" I state "truth" the box says and then the room goes back to normal while Marco looks at me not knowing what to say.
The tension in the room is palpable, and I can feel the weight of my confession pressing down on me. Everyone's eyes are on me, and I can't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and relief. "Why did you lie?" Jackie asks, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of surprise. "Because... I live with Marco and he's my best friend and I didn't want thing to be weird between me and him," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. "I think everyone should go home..." I state leaving my room, but before anyone can move, pony head pick up the cube and open a portal back to mewni and heads home Jackie and Janna just leave the room and go downstairs to sleep Marco just baffled lost in thought about what I said.
Marco's eyes are glued to the floor, his cheeks a deep shade of red that matches the belt he's not wearing. "I'm sorry Marco I didn't want to make thing awkward that's I lied" I said he just sat their thinking "Star" he said standing up "I'm confused I need some time to think im gonna go to me room I'll see you in the morning I guess" He said as he walked out of the room leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn't help but feel about our friendship. The room was quiet except for the distant sound of the chatter from Jackie, Janna and starfan13. "oohhhh Marcoo please done hate me" I say to myself as i fall on my bed. Glossaryck pops out of the book "Hey princess whats bothering you" he asks with a concerned look on his face. "I just confessed to having a crush on Marco and I think I ruined our friendship" I state feeling a mix of emotions. "Well that's definitely going to be interesting" he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye "But remember the heart wants what it wants, and sometimes things get complicated before they get better" "but were Best friends and this stupid game made me confess the truth instead of just letting me say Oscar who I don't actually like" I reply feeling upset. "hmmmm well this is gonna be difficult I'll be right back" he said and he fazed throuh the door into the hall.
(Marcos pov)
Staring at my celling, I can't believe what just happened. Star has a crush on me? It's like the world has turned upside down. All the memories of our friendship flash through my mind, all the times we've laughed, fought, and even saved each other's lives. But do I like her back? I mean, of course, I care about her, she's my best friend. But do I see her that way? The way she looks at me now, with those big, hopeful eyes... it's like she's waiting for me to say something, to make a move. "well Marco if you don't just make sure Star knows you still want her as your best friend" Glossaryck says as he fazes through my door. He's got a smug look on his face, the little blue 6 fingered genie lookin guy he was always up to something. "I don't know what to do Gloss" I say, sitting up in bed, my head spinning with thoughts. "Just be honest with her, kid. The truth is the most powerful magic there is" he says, floating over to my bedside. "I don't know and normally you're a lot less helpful" There's a Knock on my door "who is it?" I call out "It's Jackie she said as she opened the door and Glossaryck leaves "I figured you could use someone to talk to on how to move forward with star." she states.
Jackie sits on the edge of my bed, her neon green hair glowing in the dim light. She's looking at me with a gentle smile, like she's trying to say she understands without saying a word. "Thanks for coming in Jackie" I say, running a hand through my hair. "No problem, I know how important Star is to you." she replies, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But what do I do now?" I ask, looking at her for guidance. She takes a deep breath, "Just be honest with her. Tell her how you feel. Maybe it's just friendship for you, maybe more." she states "well the thing is I'm not even sure who I like now everything is just so weird" I reply, feeling lost. "well Marco I'll see you tomarrow this sleep over Star inviting me Janna and Starfan has really turned uhh well good night" she says getting up and leaving the room.
The next morning, the sun peeks through the blinds of Marco's room, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets and the pile of clothes on the floor. I stir, my mind racing with the events of the night before. The smell of pancakes wafts upstairs, and the distant sound of laughter and chatter from the kitchen fills the air. The reality of Star's confession feels like a dream, but the heaviness in my chest tells me it's all too real. I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to organize my thoughts. What do I do now? Do I have the same feeling for Star? Or do I not?
(Stars Pov)
Waking up this morning felt like a hangover, without the fun night before. I'm in my room, the sun is shining through the windows and I can hear the clatter of pans in the kitchen. It's a typical morning in the Diaz household, except for the elephant in the room, or in this case, the giant truth-telling cube. I sit up in bed, feeling the weight of my confession from last night. Did I really just tell Marco I have a crush on him? The memory of his shocked expression plays on repeat in my mind. My stomach does flips. What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if our friendship is ruined?
I take a deep breath and decide to face the music. I get out of bed, my nightgown feeling a little too revealing for comfort. It's a simple night blue with a crescent moon on it in the middle, but today it feels like a spotlight. I tiptoe to the door, hoping to sneak to the bathroom without being seen, but just as I'm about to slip out, it opens and there's Marco, standing in the hallway in his pajama pants and t-shirt, looking just as lost as I feel. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, it's like we're the only two people in the world. The silence stretches on, filled with the awkwardness of unspoken feelings. "I'm gonna brush my teeth I'm gonna guess you are to" I ask feeling awkward. He nods, not saying a word, and we both head for the bathroom and the smell of Marco's minty toothpaste. We stand there, side by side at the sink, brushing our teeth in a tense silence, the sound of our brushes against our teeth the only thing breaking the quiet. few minutes later we head downstairs for breakfast without speaking.
The kitchen is a riot of color and smells as usual. Mrs. Diaz is at the stove flipping pancakes with a grace that seems almost magical. The smell of maple syrup and sizzling bacon fills the air, making my stomach growl. But even the comfort of a familiar routine isn't enough to dispel the tension between Marco and me. It's so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Janna and Jackie are already at the table, their plates piled high with food. They both look at us as we enter, and I hope they didn't tell Mrs. Diaz about what happen with Pony's game.
Marco sits down at the table without looking at me. His plate is already set with a mountain of pancakes, eggs, and a side of bacon. Mrs. Diaz notices my lack of appetite and gives me a concerned look. "Star, honey, are you okay?" she asks. "Yeah, I'm just not that hungry," I reply, trying to sound casual. But my voice cracks a little, betraying my nerves. I sit down opposite him, and we both pretend to focus on our food, but every bite feels like I'm swallowing a rock. "I think its time for us to leave thanks mrs Diaz for the pancakes" Janna says, and Jackie nods in agreement. "Okay, if you're sure," Mrs. Diaz says, and she waves goodbye as they leave. The door closes with a soft click that seems to echo through the kitchen.
Marco and I are left alone, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I look up from my plate, and our eyes meet for a brief moment before he looks away. "Marco, we need to talk," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He nods, his expression unreadable. We move to the living room. We sit on the couch, a safe distance apart, and I take a deep breath. "I didn't mean for that to happen," I start, my voice shaky. "But I can't take it back and if you don wanna be around me anymore I understand." I state "Star I still dont know what to say about you know but" HE starts standing up urging me to follow him upstairs.
"Look, I know last night was weird," Marco says, his eyes searching mine for understanding. "But we've been through so much together, and I care about you more than anything. I just need some time to figure out what this means for us." His voice is gentle, but there's a hint of confusion behind his words. "Okay," I reply, feeling the weight of his gaze. "I get it." We stand there, awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. Then, without thinking, I pull him into a hug. It's tight and a little desperate, but it feels right. For a moment, everything else fades away, and it's just the two of us. "Star its ok" He states comforting me and then without thinking I kiss him on the lips deeply, passionately. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes into the kiss, his arms wrapping around me.
Marco's lips are soft and warm, and for a brief moment, the world stops spinning. Our kiss is filled with all the unspoken words and feelings we've kept bottled up for so long. His arms tighten around me, and I can feel his heart racing in his chest. It's like a scene from a movie, but it's happening right here in the middle of my room. When we finally pull away, we're both breathless. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. Marco looks at me, his eyes wide with surprise and something else. Something that makes my heart flutter. "You have?" he asks, "Yeaahhh" I reply, slowly "I'm sorry I know you Jackie an-" I get cut off by Marco mashing his lips back with mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth and we kiss more passionately than before.
We stumble backward, our kiss growing more intense with each step until we fall onto my bed. The mattress gives under our weight, and we break apart only long enough to catch our breath. His hands are everywhere, tracing the curves of my body, sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve ending. My own hands are exploring, feeling his back, the softness of his hair. We're a tangle of limbs and emotions, and I never want it to end. The sun was rising a bit higher outside, casting a warm glow over us, turning the room into a romantic cocoon. We kiss until we heard a knock "Hey Star Marco your going to miss the bus" Mrs Diaz said from outside the door.
Reluctantly, we pull apart, our eyes still locked. The world outside feels like it's spinning too fast, but here, in this moment, everything is still. "I guess we should go," Marco says, his voice thick with desire. "Yeah," I murmur, feeling a mix of excitement and fear bubbling up inside me. We grab our bags and get out of the room, trying to act like nothing has changed.
As we walk to the bus stop, the cool California breeze kisses our faces, and the scent of freshly cut grass fills the air. The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. It's a beautiful morning, but all I can think about is the taste of Marco's lips on mine. We get on the bus, and as we sit down in our usual seats next to each other, I can feel the heat radiating from his body. Our knees touch, sending a jolt of electricity up my leg. The bus is crowded with other kids, but it's like we're in our own little universe. "Hey Star an Marco hows the awkwardness." Janna asks leaning over the seat in front of us. "Its fine" we both say in unison trying to play it cool, but the smiles we exchange betrays us. "theres nothing going on between us" we say in unison again "Jinx" we say again "double jinx" "ok stop that" we say together again an we both laugh.
Janna looks at us, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "how do you 2 keep doing that.. like saying the same thing in complete unison?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. I can't help but chuckle nervously, feeling my cheeks heat up. "It's just one of those things," I reply, trying to shrug it off. But the truth is, I'm just as confused as she is. The connection between Marco and me has always been strong, but this? This is something that happened after the blood moon ball.
The bus ride to school is a mix of awkward glances and forced casual conversation, with Janna trying to pry information out of us every chance she gets. "Come on, you guys," she whispers, leaning closer. "What's the deal? Did you finally realize you like each other?" Her question hangs in the air like a thick fog, and I feel my heart race as Marco's hand accidentally brushes against mine. The electricity is palpable, and I'm sure she can sense the tension. "We're just... friends," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. But the way Marco's hand lingers on mine for a split second longer than necessary tells me that we're both thinking the same thing. "cmon guys we all know how Star feels I mean she confessed during that dumb game the that head brought yesterday at the sleepover" Janna stated with a smirk. "Well it's not like I had a choice," I reply, trying to lighten the mood.
The bus hits a bump a lil too fast and hard, sending my upper body to collapse onto Marco's lap. The sudden jolt causes me to yelp and clutch at him for balance, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I feel the warmth of his thighs against my stomach, and for a brief moment, our eyes lock. His hand instinctively wraps around my waist to steady me, and my heart skips a beat. The smell of his shampoo fills my nostrils, and all the butterflies from the morning when we kiss come rushing back. I quickly sit up, mumbling an apology, but his grip on my waist tightens slightly before he lets go quickly. Janna pulls herself back up after being knocked off the back of the seat not seeing the encounter me and Marco just had, she smirks "Wow Star that was smooth" she teases, but I can't even look at her. "what are you talking about Janna" I ask and she shrugs.
The rest of the bus ride is tense, our hands never quite touching again, but the energy between us is electric. We get off the bus, and as we walk to school, I can feel his eyes on me. The warmth of his gaze sends shivers down my spine. We're both lost in our thoughts, not bothering to chat with Alfonzo, Ferguson who were waiting outside for us. The hallways are bustling with students, but we move through them like we're in a bubble, only aware of each other.
As we enter the classroom, Ms skullnick's room, the chatter of our classmates fills the air, but all I can focus on is the way the light bounces off of Marco's black hair, creating a halo of shadows and highlights around him. I take my seat next to him, my heart hammering in my chest, feeling like it's trying to escape and announce my feelings to the entire class. Our desks are a little too close for comfort today, and every time our elbows brush, it's like a little jolt of magic, reminding me of our kiss. The smell of old books and dry erase markers can't overpower the faint scent of mint from our earlier kiss.
Ms. Skullnick, which i accedently turned her into a troll starts as her usual grouchyness "ok class today we are gonna be learning about the history of the founding fathers of America" she states. My mind drifts off, thinking about the wild transformation that took place a few weeks ago. It was an accident with one of my spells gone haywire. and we all know went from there plus she grew except and actually enjoy it as she now technically younger now and stronger.
"Star!" Marco whispers, snapping me out of my daze. "You okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. I nod, trying to push the memory to the back of my mind, focusing on the present. But it's hard not to think about the time when Ms. Skullnick had a human face and wasn't covered in green, scaly skin with a prominent troll nose. "Yeah, I'm fine," I murmur back, my eyes darting to her. We sit through the lesson and I look back at Marco slightly staring at him 'why is just hot' I think to myself "HEY Princess" Ms Skullnick shouted "huh what's up" I ask "you're not in my class to stare at a boy your in here to learn" she shouted making my cheeks turn red and people look at me and my face is just red and something tells me Marco's face is turning red too. but im looking down infront of me and start daydreamin about earlier this morning wishing we didn't have school today.
-In Stars thoughts-
back when me and Marco were kissing and we moved to the bed making out it progressing further then it did in real life. My hands wandered up his shirt feeling his abs and chest, his skin was like silk. Marco's hand slipped under my night gown feeling my back. We kissed harder and deeper. His hand slid around my waist pulling me closer to him. I felt his erection through his pajama bottoms and I knew he felt my growing arousal as well. The smell of him was intoxicating and I couldn't get enough of him. - in reality- my hand was reaching my crotch as my face was really red i was next to the window and there was alot of things in the way of the view from the other kids and the teacher in the class. but my face was red from daydreaming and everyone was looking at me weird. I quickly pulled my hand away and pretended to fix my hair.
-back in the daydream-
Marco's hands slide down to my butt giving it a gentle squeeze and pulling me closer to him, his erection now pressing into my stomach. I moan into his mouth and he pulls back, looking at me with hunger in his eyes. He starts kissing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands start to untie my night gown. It falls off my shoulders exposing my black lacy bra. Marco looks at me in amazement, his eyes full of lust. "You're so beautiful," he whispers. I blush and reach behind me to unclasp my bra. It falls away and my large DD breasts spill out. Marco stares for a moment before leaning down and kissing one of my nipples, causing me to gasp. His hand starts to massage the other breast as he continues to kiss and suck on the first. It feels so good that I arch my back pushing my chest closer to him. His hand moves down to the waistband of my pajama pants, and I lift my hips to help him slide them off.
-back to reality-
The sound of a textbook slamming shut jolts me out of my daydream. I look up to find Ms. Skullnick glaring at me. "What's going on, Star?" she asks, her voice a mix of irritation and concern. I quickly look down, hoping my face isn't as red as it feels. "N-nothing," I stammer, my heart racing. "Just... thinking about the assignment." The lie feels like a hot coal in my throat, but I force myself to keep a straight face. "well you seem distracted" the troll women stated "uhh Ms skullnick may I speak with you in private" Janna asks "sure" she replies "we will talk after class" Janna nods and gives me a wink.
The bell rings, saving me from further embarrassment. The class erupts into noise as everyone starts packing up their things. I grab my books and stuff them into my bag, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. As I stand up, realize with horror that my daydream did a bit more then entice me, it made me wet thankfully a short dress and leggings covers that up. "You okay, Star?" Marco whispers, his voice low and concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "You looked... really focused." He smiles a little, and I can't help but think he knows exactly what I was thinking about. "I'll catch you at lunch," he says, squeezing my hand before he walks out of the room.
I make my way to my next class, which happens to be cooking, a subject Marco decided I should take. "It'll be fun," he said, "and think of all the meals we can make together at home." The idea of us cooking together, sharing a kitchen, fills me with a warmth that's both terrifying and exhilarating. But right now, all I can think about is the kiss and the way his hands felt on me. I enter the kitchen, and the smell of baking bread and simmering stew fills the air. Chef Bapista, our burly, bearded cooking instructor, greets us with a smile. "Alright, class," he says, his light gravelly voice booming over the din, "today we're making lasagna."
(Marco's pov)
Walking down the hallway with Janna, my mind is racing with thoughts of the kiss Star and I shared earlier. Her soft lips, the warmth of her breath, it's all I can think about. The cacophony of students' chatter and lockers slamming is just background noise to the pounding of my heart in my ears. Janna's talking about something, but it's like her voice is coming from underwater. I nod along, trying to seem interested, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Star. "Marco" Janna snapped her fingers "what Janna" I ask "look I know your still shocked about Star's confession but she's obviously into you. And I mean she kissed you. You need to talk to her." I nodded "I know but I don't know what to say" I reply.
(Star's pov)
hours later at lunch time I sit at our usual table with my friends. Janna winks at me "So, what's the tea with you and Marco?" she whispers with a smug smile. I pretend to be confused "What do you mean?" I ask, trying to play dumb. "Come on, Star," she says, leaning closer, "I know you two kissed last night. I could see the sparks flying from the other side of the room in class." "waa no we didnt" I reply, blushing. "Don't lie," she says with a laugh, "it's written all over your face. Plus, you couldn't keep his eyes off him all morning." 'ok fine but it was this morning and we talked about it and we decided to keep it a secret' I reply "Okay okay, I'll drop it," she says, holding her hands up in surrender. "But if you guys need any advice, you know I'm here." I roll my eyes "Thanks Janna but I don't know what your talking about" I lie.
Marco walks over to the table, his tray filled with food, looking like he hasn't slept. His eyes meet mine for a moment, and I swear I see a hint of the passion from our kiss reflected in them. He sits down next to me, our thighs touching slightly, and my heart does a little dance in my chest. "Hey," he says, his voice low. "Hey," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. The tension is palpable, and everyone else seems to sense it. They start to make excuses to leave, giving us space. Janna shoots me one last knowing look before she stands up. "We'll catch up later," she says, giving Marco a pat on the shoulder before leaving.
"Did you tell them?" Marco asks, his voice tight with tension as we walk down the hallway toward our next class. "uhhh kinda it slipped out when janna said she knew we yaknow but thought it was last night so i corrected her and it slipped out that it was this morning." I reply nervously. "What?" he whispers, his eyes wide with shock. "It's not a big deal, right?" I ask, hoping he doesn't hate me for telling anyone. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Star. I just need some time to process this." His words sting, but I understand. This isn't something we can just sweep under the rug and ignore. "but I can never hate you star your me best friend" he adds trying to reassure me. And a few minutes later the bell rings
As we enter the classroom, the smell of paint and turpentine fills the air, a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of my daydream. We take our seats at the art table we share, and Mr. Chato begins to discuss the next project. But all I can focus on is the feeling of Marco's leg pressing against mine, the heat from his body seeping through my leggings. Every time our fingers brush as we reach for the same paintbrush, it sends a jolt of electricity through me. 'deep breaths star he's your best friend that you kissed on the lips and just had a hot day dream about him' I state in my mind trying to keep my cool. "soo" we say unison as we start to paint our projects.
"what the plan after today" we say in unison again, turning to face each other with a laugh, our eyes sparkling with amusement. It's become a bit of a running joke between us, this uncanny ability to read each other's minds. "I don't know, but I'm sure we'll think of something," Marco replies, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. His teeth are so white and straight, and for a moment, I'm lost in his smile. "ok wild man" I say which I knew he liked better then being called the safe kid.
The rest of the school day passes in a blur of glances and accidental touches, each one sending a shiver down my spine. We sit in class, our legs brushing against each other under the table, and every time we say the same thing at the same time, our classmates exchange confused looks. It's like we're in sync in a way we never were before, like two instruments playing the same melody without sheet music. It's weird and wonderful, and it makes me feel closer to him than ever. "Ok class, time to clean up," Mr. Chato says, snapping me out of my thoughts.
After we clean up the bell rings and we head to our next class being Ms Skullnick's again which she teaches alot of different things like math and history this time it was math my least favorite subject but being next to Marco made it slightly better. the hour went by like a blur and the bell rang and school was out for the day me and Marco walk home together like usual but today was different. "So what do you want to do?" I ask as we walk down the street, our feet echoing on the sidewalk and as if on cue a fire portal opens up on the ground and the demons carrage pops up and out steps Tom " Tom what are you doin here... and if your trying to take me out again save it" I state "Actually I'm here for Marco to hangout I wanted to say sorry since we got off on the wrong foot" Tom says awkwardly. "uhhh" Marco starts "I got Mackie hand tickets" Tom replies.. I look to Marco to see his eyes light up I knew he liked karate movie and he talked alot about Mackie hand. "yeah definately when do we leave" Marco asks. "8pm" the demon boy states before popping back into his portal.
later after 8pm laying on my bed in my room alone Marco wasn't here to save me from the awkwardness of my thoughts. The silence of the night was only broken by the distant sounds of the city. I couldn't stop thinking about Marco's smile, the way his eyes lit up when Tom mentioned the movie tickets. It's like the universe itself was conspiring to bring us closer together.
Then, there it was: the sound of a gentle knock on my door. My heart skipped a beat, and I sat up, hoping it was him, wanting to talk about everything that had happened. "Come in," I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. But when the door opened, it wasn't Marco standing there; it was his mom, Mrs. Diaz. Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Star, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, her voice soft. "oh sure what's up" I ask "well I have a question a first were is Marco" she asked "Oh he's hanging out with my ex boyfriend Tom they went to the movies." She nods, looking relieved, and then she sits down on the edge of my bed. "Look Star, I know you two are close, but I want you to know that whatever happens between you, I'm here for you." Her words hang in the air, and I feel a lump forming in my throat. does she know? Did Marco tell her? "What do you mean Mrs. Diaz?" I ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "I just... I know that things can get complicated at your age," she says, pausing for a moment, "and I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me." Her words are like a comforting blanket, wrapping around me, but I'm still on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Thank you, Mrs. Diaz," I reply, smiling weakly, "but everything's fine."
As she leaves, I can't help but wonder what Marco is doing right now. Is he thinking about me too? Is he regretting our kiss? Does he feel the same way? The questions swirl around in my head like a tornado, threatening to consume me. I decide to take a shower, hoping the warm water will wash away the anxiety. As I undress, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes are wide with anticipation, my cheeks flushed from the thought of Marco. The reflection staring back at me is different somehow, more mature, more... womanly. My boobs seem to have filled out even more in the DD-cup bra that I've been wearing since I got here, and my hair, long and blonde, cascades down my back, brushing against my thighs. I look nothing like the girl who first arrived in Echo Creek. after my shower I lay on my bed not getting dressed yet just in my towel. I decide to call Marco, my hand shaking slightly as I dial his number. It rings a few times before he answers. "Hey, Star," he says, his voice sounding a little nervous. "Hi," I reply, trying to sound casual. "What's up?" "Nothing much, just wanted to see how your night's going," I say, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. "It's good," he says, and I can hear the rustling of popcorn in the background. "Sounds like fun," I say, trying not to let the sadness seep in. "It's okay, I guess," he says, and there's a pause. "the movie was bust but Tom screwed up a bit but he brought back Mackie hand dead body with his conscious and its way better the the movies well be there in another 15" he said hanging up. I close my mirror phone and just lie there naked.
A few minutes later, I hear the sound of the demon carriage landing on my balcony. The curtains flutter open slightly, and I realize with a start that I haven't even bothered to get dressed. I scramble to cover myself with a blanket just as Marco's head pops through the window. "Hi," he says, a little surprised to see me half-covered. His cheeks turn red, and I can't help but laugh at his awkwardness. "How was the movie?" I ask, trying to ignore the way his eyes travel over my bare skin. "It was... interesting," he says, his voice trailing off. The way he's looking at me makes me feel exposed, but in a good way. "I'm sorry we couldn't hang out," he says, stepping into my room, his shoes echoing on the wooden floor. he turns to leave the room but I grab my wand aim it at the door "MAGIC WAND DOOR CLOSE LOCK" I half shout. he turns the nob and it wont open "Star why did you lock the door" he ask with a hint of suspicion. "I just want some privacy, okay?" I reply, my voice a little shakier than I'd like. "ok but why lock the door while I'm in here" he asks, his eyes searching mine for an answer. I swallow hard, my heart racing. "Marco, I... I need to talk to you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he sits down on the edge of my bed. I wrap the blanket tighter around me, feeling like it's the only thing standing between us. "What's up?" he asks, his voice gentle. I take a deep breath, trying to find the words. "Marco," I start, my voice trembling, "about what happened this morning... I can't stop thinking about it." He looks down at his hands, his knuckles white. "I know," he says, his voice low, "me neither." The silence stretches out between us, thick and heavy. I can hear his breath, ragged and uneven, and it matches the rhythm of my own. "Star I care about you but I don't want to lose our friendship" he states "but I want our friendship to be more then friends and yeah were are best friends but they say the bestest of friends can be the best couples" I state with a hopeful look in my eyes.
Marco looks up, his brown eyes locking onto mine, searching for something. "What are you saying?" he whispers, and the way his voice cracks makes me feel like I'm breaking him apart and putting him back together again. "I'm saying," I reply, taking a step closer to him, "that I want to explore what this is between us. I don't know what it means, but I can't ignore it anymore." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I don't want to ignore it either," he says, his voice barely a whisper. And then, without warning, he reaches out and takes my hand. The warmth of his skin against mine sends a jolt through my body, and I know that there's no turning back now. "alright princess wanna be my girlfriend" he states with a smirk trying to lighten the moment.
"Marco, of course you dork," I laugh, feeling a weight lift off my chest as I squeeze his hand. The tension in the room shifts, becoming lighter, more playful. His smirk grows into a full-blown smile, and I can see the relief in his eyes. "But only if you promise to be my knight in shining armor," I tease, stepping closer to him, the blanket pooling at my feet. "uhh Star yo-" I cut him off with a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining as we kiss with a passion we've been holding back for so long. His hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, as if trying to merge our bodies together.