The Diaz Twins

THE "TALK"

Stella's POV

" Stella, honey do you know why we wanted to talk to you?" Dad asked in a soothing vocie.
"Did I do something wrong? If so I have an excellent..." "No honey, your not in trouble" Mom cut me off. "This is about your's and your sister's 14th birthday."
"What about it?" I asked
"Well your father and I discussed it and we decided that we would go to Mewni and have your coronation, .." "Then we would come back here and celebrate your birthday with abuelita and abuelito Diaz" Dad finished.
( BTW if you haven't noticed yet the parents are Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz)
"And the problem with that isss.....?"
I asked. "The problem is that since you and your sister are twins and it would be both your coronation day and Celeste's, one of you will end up being queen while the other would not." Mom said. "Soo.." I say still not getting their point. Dad suddenly pops out with " You and your sister have to decide who is going to be queen of Mewni someday and which one of you won't!"

OMG, what are we going to do??

Celeste's POV

"They want you Cele. After that come talk to me real quick. OK?" Stella looked upset about some thing.
"Kk."

"Cele we are going to tell you the same thing we told your sister" Dad sounded serious. Oh no I am in BIG trouble.
After they explained to me what they told Stella all I could say was ....

"WOW!"
"Wow is right, so you go talk to your sister about this and get back to us in the morning. Ok mija?" Dad was just as schocked about it as I was. Good to know."Now go to your room and get ready for cousin Leyla's quinces." "Ok papi." I ran up the stairs and started to get ready.

I was just about to get my dress on , which BTW I HATED, when Stella came into my my room with her makeup bags and her hair supplies that mom and dad got her for Christmas

"Ok so what am I going to do with your hair and face? Oh wait I know, I could add a little eye shadow with some concealer and foundation..."
"No you are NOT going to put any make up on me. All I am going to allow is you to do is my hair, nothing crazy, just a couple of curls. So that way mami and papi think that I tried to make my hair look nice for Leyla's quinces." I scowled at Stella just as she began primping herself while looking in her pocket mirror.

"Fine." Stella was obviously upset about it. But she understood.
( time skip to about 30 min later)

"Girls it's time to go come down stairs" Mom yelled from the front door.
"OK mom were ready." Both girls said as they ran down the stairs.