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Crimson and burgundy flooded her vision. A familiar warmth washed over her. Star felt comfortable and after a few seconds fell into a deep sleep.
Star found herself waltzing around in a semi-crowded ballroom. Red balloons lined the walls. Was it someone's birthday? Couldn't be. She danced very easily, like she had done this before. Star looked up to see who she was dancing with.
Marco.
His warm brown eyes met hers and he gave her the most gentle smile she'd ever seen. The song was about to end, and he stopped her exactly when it did.
The entire ballroom clapped politely. Marco looked at her again, lifted her chin and gave her a sweet kiss. She kissed him back, a little more forcefully, and they smiled into the kiss.
"Queen Star Butterfly, and her future king, Marco Diaz."
Star could barely curtsy under all the petticoats, but managed, and glanced at her apparent husband. He glanced back and without words they embraced.
Moon whisked them off onto some balcony of the castle and they sat there, away from all the Mewmans who definitely wanted to talk to them.
They looked up at the sky. The moon was blue. "Well, it's no blood moon, but it'll do." Marco joked.
Star was shivering, but luckily Marco was wearing his hoodie around his waist to not lose it while Moon was taking them somewhere secluded. He gave her the hoodie and she put her head on his shoulder.
"I love you, Marco." She said softly.
Marco put his arm around the new queen. "I love you too, Star."
She jolted awake in her own bed. It was 6:00 PM, according to her clock, but after a nap, time got all wonky. Turning her head, she saw Marco cuddled next to her, arm around her waist. Dirty laundry littered the ground.
"Uhh, Marco?"
He silently opened his eyes. He looked at Star, smiled sleepily, then noticed his arm around her, and practically flew out of bed with embarrassment.
"Oh my god, Star! I'm so sorry. I know we were both dying after gym today, but my mom told me to do the laundry. I was about to do yours but I guess I passed out on your bed." Marco wasn't lying. Gym class was insane today, she could barely keep her eyes open on the bus ride home.
She stretched out. "It's cool. Are you feeling better? I had a weeeeeird dream."
Marco nodded, gathering the laundry.
"Margo! Star! Be more silent! Mysterious Sonogram is in a rehearsal!" Glossaryck shouted.
They looked up and saw Oskar, Jean, and Glossaryck painting nails and watching one of Mrs. Diaz's telenovelas. Marco and Star giggled.
"I'll go. See you at dinner, I think Dad is making enchiladas."
She gave him a thumbs up. Marco fist bumped the thumbs up and left.
"¡Mi amorcito!" The TV shouted from upstairs.
Star pulled out a book from under her bed. It was large and purple, labeled "Mewnian History."
She flipped to the page with the royal family tree. She travelled down it with her finger. Her aunt Felicity had cold eyes, captured in the painting perfectly. Star knew she resented her, as she was next in line for the Crown. Her finger trailed to the right, her mother.
Moon Butterfly was everything Star wasn't. Thoughtful. Introverted. Calculating. But somehow her husband, River, was pretty much Star's twin. They were pretty much opposites, but they loved each other deeply.
Star put her finger on herself. They couldn't help but think about the dream she'd had. She never imagined liking him any other way than her best friend. But them being romantically involved was suddenly clouding her mind, she could barely think of anything else.
And the kiss. It was the most magical thing in her whole life, and she had a long list of magical things she had done. It kept replaying in her head over and over. Star wanted to kiss him for real. She needed to kiss him for real.
"Star! Dinner!" Mr. Diaz called.
She slid down the railing of the stairs. Marco was setting the table and her heart fell into her stomach.
Star sat down at the table. Enchiladas were delicious, especially Mr. Diaz's. He knew how to season just right.
Marco sat down next to her, smiling. "Wanna tell us about that crazy dream you had?" Mrs. Diaz put their glasses on water on the table, slightly interested in what she had to say.
"Oh, uh, I kinda forgot it." She lied.
He made a raspberry with his mouth. Rafael put the enchiladas for the kids on the table and left with the rest of them.
"Wait, Rafael, I want some!" Angie shouted, chasing him upstairs.
They giggled. Marco's parents were really cute. Whenever they talked about each other, you could hear how much they loved their spouse.
Walking over to their wedding picture with her enchilada, she asked what all the poem in Spanish was. Marco walked over and cleared his throat.
"You're the sun in a world full of stars. You are so bright and everything revolves around you. I am the earth. I am nothing special, but I still love you unconditionally. Thank you for keeping me warm." He read.
Star thought it was really cute. "Who wrote that?"
Marco sat back down, and she trailed after him. "My mom. She learned Spanish just for my dad." He took a bite of enchilada.
"I would learn Spanish just for you."
She hoped that wasn't too flirty. She took a long drink of water and prayed to everyone Rafael always said in the long speeches he did before mealtimes.
He looked a little flustered. "It's a pretty easy language, to be honest. I could probably teach you. I would rather know Mewnian."
Star took their empty dishes and put them in the sink. "I would have to disagree. It's crazy. It's so hard to learn that only the royal family can." She said.
Of course, if her dream was going to come true, he would become a member of a royal family. The thought made her happy. Ruling Mewni wouldn't be half as bad if Marco was with her.
"You know I love a challenge." He winked.
"Do you now?"
Star spun around, skirt fanning out. She was wearing a black turtleneck with a giraffe-print dungaree skirt. Her voice was teasing, but Marco did love a challenge. It's why he took honors classes.
"Is a challenge a secret code name for Jackie Lynn? You really love her." She teased some more, twisting her hair around her finger.
Marco was scrubbing the dishes with a brush. "I don't know about Jackie anymore. I'm starting to think she's not worth it." He said seriously.
On the outside, she looked unfazed. But on the inside, Star was screaming with happiness.
"Is there someone else?"
He shook his head.
"Oh, that's cool. I should probably go kick Oskar out, huh? And get your mom's cheesy telenovela." Star said.
Marco put the clean dishes away. "They're my dad's." He deadpanned.
She climbed upstairs, where Oskar and his ferret had already left. Glossaryck was using a blow dryer to get all 24 of his nails.
"Hey, Glossaryck. Have you ever been in love?"
He swam around in the air for a little bit, which was what he usually did while he thought.
Glossaryck made a lightbulb noise with his mouth. "Nope! I live in a book!" He said.
Star popped the third season of "la fortuna de Juliana" out of the DVD player. That wasn't even the good season. Mr. and Mrs. Diaz swore it only got good when the secret cousin Luisa got introduced in the fifth season.
She began to walk down the stairs, when she noticed Rafael and Angie were cuddling on the couch whispering. She cast a spell that made her able to hear them. A giant ear came out of her wand.
"I really think something is wrong with Star. She's been acting weird around Marco!" Angie said.
"You're imagining things. Star is always weird." Rafael responded, cuddling closer to his wife.
"I think she might have a crush on him!"
Mr. Diaz brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Well, when you combine the most gorgeous woman in the whole world and me, how couldn't she?"
They both laughed. Star walked back upstairs, deciding not to interrupt their conversation. Was it obvious?
She popped the DVD back into Glossaryck's TV, and watched until it was time to go to bed. Star slammed herself onto the bed, simultaneously hoping for another Marco dream and hoping for anything but.
Of course, she had another Marco dream.