Star's wand twinkled as she tried on outfit after outfit for her date with Tom later. Ever since they started dating, they've been going on dates constantly, but never to the Underworld. The last time they were a thing, Tom never really never let her out of her sight, or his home. She assumed the open Underworld was dangerous, with demons and lost souls floating about. This would be a new experience for her, and she had to dress accordingly.

"Too cutesy, I need something more rebellious," Star said to herself as she looked at her backside in the mirror. Her signature mint green dress wasn't going to cut it. Star waved her wand again and again, cycling through outfits. Her closet wasn't filled with anything that was really...edgy. Most of her stuff was vivid and full of unique colors. She wanted to impress Tom, to show him that she was down for anything.

"No...nah...eh...nah...nah... Aha!"

Her eyes caught outfit in particular. It was nearly perfect! It was her dress when her and Marco snuck to St. O's to save Pony Head. A black corset top, complete with suspenders that lead down to her poofy grey skirt. It also had fishnet glove-like things on her arms, gray, faded stockings, spiked black combat boots, and of course, the bull horns that looked similar to Tom's. Star's favorite part was the choker. She wasn't a fan of stuff around her neck, apart from her spider necklace, but it just screamed that she was nobody's perfect little princess anymore.

"It's... perfect! Say goodbye to the old Star Butterfly, Tommy boy," She said in a smooth voice as she adjusted the eyepatch over her eye. She then did a 360 degree turn, checking out her body in the mirror, hoping that Tom would approve. Then again, he did like everything about her, apart from her hardheadedness, which he was willing to work around.

Star stopped when she reached her front again, bringing a hand up to graze over her heart cheek emblems. They completely ruined her outfit. They contrasted with the gothic look that she was trying to pull off and gave this innocent vibe that she didn't want. She had to cover them somehow. 

"Nothing a few stickers can't hide," she said as she walked over to her dresser and began rummaging through it. Hairbrushes, combs, and makeup began flying everywhere until the princess found some skull stickers that could be used to cover up those pesky heart emblems. She peeled off the adhesive and stuck them over the hearts on her face, walking over to her full-body mirror once again. It was nearly perfect.

The blonde princess ran her hands down her body until they reached her hips. She smirked at herself. No traces of the typical Princess Star Butterfly were left.

"...Star?"

Star didn't even have to turn around, but she did anyway. She felt her heart leap, and she quickly shielded her chest with her arms, blushing a bit as she craned her head to look behind her. A brunette, red hoodie-wearing boy was in the doorway, staring back at her.

"Marco! Don't you know how to knock," the princess snapped.

"What are you..." a blush began forming on his face until his brain caught up with his actions. He then slapped a hand on his face, shielding his eyes. "What are you wearing, Star?! You look...you look..." How his mind was screaming to say hot, but he stopped himself mid sentence.

Really? Why now, Star thought to herself. She missed Marco a lot... but for him to just barge in like that without any warning whatsoever was beginning to tick her off. Her expression softened a bit, but she quickly furrowed her eyebrows at the boy as he slowly moved his hands away from his face.

"I mean... hey Star, I'm...back," Marco said with a half smile as he walked forward. Way to go Marco, you really messed up on introduction, the boy said as he mentally slapped himself. Star was turned away from him, adjusting her top in the mirror.

"Hey." The blonde didn't bother turning around this time.

The coldness of her words stung, and he was started to get mental images of when he came back to Mewni. How cold and nonchalant she was. He thought they were best friends, and it hurt so badly.

"Why are you dressed like that," Marco said, rubbing the back of his head as he tried to force a conversation, but he just felt that it came off as even more awkward.

Her blue eyes looked at him to her side from her peripheral, and she shot him in inadvertent glare. "I have a date with Tom tonight."

"Really? Dressed like that?"

"Yup!"

There was an awkward pause in Star's room. Marco and Star could practically feel the icicles forming from the coldness of their attitudes.

Marco was brave enough to break the silence. "Star? Don't you think it's uh... a little much?"

"Nope," the princess shot back, which made Marco flinch. However, this was not out of sadness. Star was genuinely starting to make him mad, and her short interjections were adding fuel to the fire. The hispanic boy tried his best to hide his emotions, though, to avoid a huge ordeal.

"Uhm, okay, Star. Whatever you say.."

The princess was practically biting her tongue at this point. How she wanted to yell at him and ask him where he's been. He was her squire and he was leaving her alone? What was the point anymore? She needed him, and he wasn't there in her time of need. The thought made her blood boil. "Where...were you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Marco," Star spat, turning to face him, "You're my squire, and you promised you wouldn't leave anymore! You think you can just waltz in here on me and think everything is going to be all sunshine and daisies? Well, they aren't. Why did I even make you my squire if you're never going to be around?" She jabbed his chest with her finger as she spoke, before walking to the other side of the room.

Marco felt a new emotion rising: rage. His blood was piping hot, and he shot a glare at her while her back was turned. "...Excuse me?!"

"Marco, you don't understand. You're my squire, and I need you he-... What?" Star looked over her shoulder at the angry boy grimacing back at her. It was so unlike Marco, and it scared her.

"You heard me, Star Butterfly." His tone was cold, monotonous.

"What are you..."

"You know what I'm talking about, Star," Marco exclaimed, "You think all because you're a princess, you can treat me like dirt? You can do whatever you want? Well, sorry to break it to you, but I have feelings too!"

Star was taken back by his bluntness, and she didn't know how to respond. She stuttered, trying to hastily form a response. "T-that's not true, Marco! I did it so we can hang-"

"Can it, princess."

The blonde flinched at his cynical retort, firing back with an angry look. "What has gotten into you, Marco? You're never like this!"

The boy took a few steps forward, chuckling slightly. "You think that because I'm your squire, and you're not bossing me around, that I'm never like this. How cute."

"Marco... you're scaring me..." Star whimpered. Her firm expression was starting to deteriorate.

Okay, he was going a little too far. The boy stopped a few steps in front of the princess, and lowered his head so that none of his face was shown. Star looked down at him in confusion as a few tears pricked her eyes, ruining her makeup a little.

"...M-Marco?"

The boy looked up at Star, a steady stream of tears running down his face as he began to sob a bit. He wiped them with his hoodie sleeve and through the hood over his head, backing away from Star's attempt to comfort him.

"You're making me miserable," he began, "I'm tired of you thinking that you can order me around, and because I'm your 'squire', and because you're this magical princess, that makes it okay for you to tell me what to do, and keep me miserable!"

"That-"

"Well, guess what, Star?! I had enough! I've had it with you making out with Tom so much that you forgot to wish me happy birthday! I thought we were friends, Star? Huh?! I've tried my best to make you happy, but it's never enough for you!"

"I didn't forget," Star stuttered, "and you do make me happy."

"Sure seems like it," Marco spat fumbling around in his pocket for his scissors, "I hope you have a great evening with Tom, at least he isn't a forgettable earth turd like me!" Before Star could form a response, Marco began cutting open a portal.

"Marco, wait," the blonde pleaded, "Don't leave me, please! We can work this-"

"I don't want to hear it, Star! I've had enough!"

"Marco, don't do this..."

The portal shut. It was silent in her room once again. Star stared blankly at the area where Marco was standing, trying not to cry. She then walked over to her bed and sat down. That's when the tears starting falling like an impending rain shower. Star held her chest, hiccuping and sobbing, with no intention of stopping soon.

She felt like she lost her entire word. She felt empty inside, she felt hollow where her heart once was.

Star had really messed up.