Starstruck (Starco Fanfic)

4- Memories

The steam from the hot water fogged up the mirrors in the bathroom, making Marco's reflection blurry. He opened the door, with the intention of clearing up the fog. He looked at himself. Eyes appeared deep into his head, hair damp and dark, lips chapped. He looked like he'd survive a kung-fu fight with Bruce Lee.

His eyes caught the reflection of Stars room in the mirror. Her door looked different from the last time she'd been home. Instead of the past pink butterfly saying 'keep out or you'll be narwhal blasted', there was a light blue tint to the wood. Simple, yet girly. Now is as good a time as any to talk to her.

He threw on a grey t-shirt and a pair of plaid PJ bottoms, his hair still messy and damp. He cautiously shuffled down the hall to Star's room. When he reached her door, his hand hung in the air for a bit. Hesitation washed over, his thoughts started to clutter. What if she's not who I remember? What if she hates me? What if- Marco shook his head, trying to shoo the thoughts away. He knocked on the door.

The door gradually opened, revealing a unfamiliar room. Everything was either blue or white. The floor had been replaced with white tile, and walls had been a light indigo. A large chandelier hung from the centre of the room, dimly illuminating the area. Even her closet of secrets had been completely gone, the wall left bare. Marco feel sick, almost as if someone took over Star's room. Ironically it was Star who took over Star's room.

"Good evening Marco, what are you in need of?" A voice arose from the large bed in the room. Star. She put down her book, (since when did she read?) and made eye contact with Marco. He looked at her for a moment, her beautiful blue eyes staring back. Even when everything about her had been different, her eyes will always be the same. Her eyes brought comfort to Marco. He started his way towards her, hands nervously hiding in his pockets.

"Hey Star." He spoke quietly at the foot of her bed, still keeping eye contact. Her hands had been placed neatly in her lap, and feet crossed. Her hair was in a neat bun, and night gown fancier then any of Star's old dresses. "How was St. Olga's?"

She flinched at 'St.Olga's', the smiled, "It was a life changing experience. I am now a proper, strong women able to lead Mewni." She responded, calmly.

"Oh I can imagine, you were probably the worse student in the school!" Marco smiled, as he recalled Star's old hyperactive self. He pushed his damp hair out of his face.

"Why would that be, Mr. Diaz?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Don't you remember how crazy, rebellious you were?" Star glared at him, as though she had been offended. "Remember all that time we spent dimension jumping? More specifically that one time you almost got us killed for a sandwich?! Ha! I was so mad, but in the end of the day it made a good story." Marco laughed. His laughter faded when he noticed Star didn't have the same reaction.

"I'd never! That's the single most stupid thing I've heard in my life!" She responded, looking genuinely enraged. Did Star not remember any of her and Marco's adventures?

"Who am I, Star?" He narrowed his eyes at her.

"That's an easy one, you're Marco Ubaldo Diaz." She responded confidently, crossing her arms, sticking out her lip.

"No, who am I to you."

And with that, she became silent. Her face looked as though she was digging in the deepest depths just to find a single memory of Marco. Her lips then parted, she tried to speak but nothing came out.

"You're...." she became quiet, "I don't remember." She almost gasped the response. Marco looked to the floor in pain. How come shit like this only happens to him? The girl he missed more then anything in the world was back, but she had no idea who he was.

"Ha, right. Of course." He muttered sarcastically, a tinge of pain evident in his tone. His hands turned into fists in his pockets. Star noticed this, and looked back to his face.

"But Marco Diaz, I do remember you being in my life. When you walked into the kitchen, all of a sudden my heart raced and breath hitched. I was so taken aback, I dropped my cup." She tried to reassure him. He looked up through his hair. "Obviously I know you, and I know you very well."

"We were close." He looked up at her, scanning her face. Her beautiful, cute face. Her heart shaped emblem on he cheeks, her long blonde hair, her cute pink nose. They were close.

She gave off a sincere smile. "Maybe we can try to regather my memories. Maybe something will come back, if we attempt the activities we did before." Star suggested. "I want to be close again."

Marco nodded, "yeah, I'd like that." He smiled at her. She smiled back. Marco's heart started to beat just a little faster.

"Maybe a bike ride, then down to Shi-Fo's Asian cuisine. I know you love that place." Marco suggested, becoming more sure of himself. Star looked lost in thought...

"I liked Asian cuisine? I know how to ride a bike?" She almost whispered, Staring at Marco in awe.

"Um, well yeah, you really like fortune cookies. And you have some experience in bike riding." He smiled, recalling the one time Star had been unable to stop her bike, and he had to come to her rescue. That was one of his favourite memories.

"That sounds... interesting. If you think that'll help..." she looked down at her hands. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to find out if the protagonist falls in love." She held up a book that read 'Little Women'.

"Right! Right- well, sweet dreams Star." He turned on his heels, heading for her door. Did he even make any progress in that conversation? Only time will tell.

"Goodnight, Marco."