Love spells, Safety kids, and fire demons

Part 8: Demonic Distractions

A blood-curdling scream of aggravation  could be heard throughout practically the entire underworld. A certain aforementioned demon prince pushed everything he could off of a night stand, kicking the newly-cleared table.

"WHY can't I get him off of my mind!?" Tom shouted. Knowing that nobody was in his room, he didn't expect a response, but still annoyed when no mystical being gave him an answer.
"Stupid mortal, stupid potion, stupid cocoa, stupid pretty boy!! He has to go and ruin my amazing plans, with his dumb wits & stupid intellect... everything about him is stupid! his chocolate brown eyes & how he always smells fresh & sweet, UGH!"
The prince, upset with himself, kicked a stack of books that he was going to read, but knew deep down that he'd never get around to.
"I should have just asked Star to go to a location away from the earthling!"

Star. A name that makes Toms heart practically sing as joyfully as an edgy, emo demon princes heart could possibly achieve: make, make is the wrong wording... made is more accurate. If Star Butterfly, future queen of Mewni, no longer made this being feel giddy, what, or who could?
"No. No, no, nononono NO!! Not him, never him, stop saying that he's cute! Sure, he's decent with his flawless skin, and hair that always looks softer than Marshmallow, and his deep, soulful eyes, and his toned karate muscles and... nO THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT WE NEED TO STOP!" Tom ranted to no-one in particular, practically drooling. "What I need to do is i need to think & plan, and after going through all of the options, i need to call Starship."

"Calling... Starship"
"NONONO HANG UP HANG UP OH SWEET SATAN!" He panicked, rushing to his magic mirror that rudely eavesdropped in on his conversation with his own self.

"Tom?????????" Stars confused voice rang through the mirror. "Tom, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you called!!"

"Nononono it was a mistake I didn't mean to I was just talking to myself and said something that SOUNDED like star & the dumb thing thought i wanted to call you is that outrageous or what hahaha dumb mirrors amiright hahahaha haa ha.... hah.." Tom said, quickly & incoherently, babbling nonsense to a confused princess who only grew moreso as he went on.

"Oooooookie dokie then??? AGH anywho we reeeeaally need to talk, like? Really. It's about-"

"Marco." Tom finished her sentence, biting his lip & beginning to pace back & forth.

"Yeah, exactly!!!! Wait... How'd you know it was about him??? Oh, whatever, just; he's been acting all super weird ever since you came by, and that's real suspicious, you do know!"

"It isn't just him, Star. It's me, too, and I have an idea as to why I'm like this, but no idea how to fix it... I'd have to know what you mean by my Marcopolo acting weird in order to confirm my theory, though?"

"Your Marco..polo?? Whoa, there?" Stars eyes widened in shock at the sudden possessive wording. "I dunno if I want you near him, now, dude!"
A little bubble of wording appeared in the corner of Tom's mirror that read 'Incoming Call,' leaving our demon curious. After all, he did leave his number with the sun-kissed mortal.

"Sorry, Starship, I gotta take another call," he trailed off, leaving the other supernatural being frantically calling out pleas to stay on the line, but they fell on deaf ears as Tom hung up on her and answered the mystery caller.

"Hello? Tom?" A familiar yet unsure voice spoke.

"Marco?" The prince, astonished yet lovestruck, queried.