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It was the hardest thing in the world for Marco Diaz to do, to let go of the net holding his best friend-turned-creature back and watch her fly off into the unknown with her crush in tow. For a few brief seconds, he simply stood there and watched the sky, praying with all of his heart that she would just… magically appear in front of him, perfectly normal. Everything that had happened throughout the day was just a bad dream and she was safe at home and hadn’t transformed into a boy-seeking butterfly creature, it was all just a bad dream… everything was, everything was…

The lie was too much for his heart to bear and Marco simply collapsed to his knees from the weight of it all. “Goodbye, Star.” Tears crept into the words as he tried his hardest not to completely fall apart, using what little energy he had left not to simply give into despair.

When the orchid scale fluttered onto his nose he had actually thought someone were trying to kiss him, the soft translucent piece giving him pause and causing him to look up to the clouds to see the rain of scales coming down around the entire school. The world around him grew silent as he scanned the overcast, his heart having stopped as he silently prayed for some kind of sign… and then instantly kicking into overdrive as a car came crashing down not five-feet away, causing him to jump away as he watched shaggy-haired Oskar plop down onto the hood of his car, the ‘musician’ and his car being no worse for wear aside from a few extra dings and ruined shocks.

“Dude” he nodded a greeting, not noticing the stunned look on Marco’s face nor the fact that he and his vehicle had apparently been dropped from the troposphere. “Wazzup?”

Marco’s response was halted by a sharp whistling sound, a figure falling from the sky and making a crater in the ground near the web-lined lockers. There was no surprise in how he nearly tripped over himself, racing over to the smoking hole and waiting to see his friend’s condition. There was no keeping the hurt and worry out of his voice as he called out. “Star!?”

The princess emerged from the dust cloud, looking dazed and disheveled, but otherwise like her usual self. There was no stopping Marco at that point, any thoughts on residual effects or damage to her person overwhelmed by the fact that his best friend was alive and well. Taking her in his arms and holding onto her for dear life, he wasn’t able to see how her widened eyes flashed orchid for the briefest moment before returning to calm blue, her body freezing in place slightly before returning the hug in full earnest.

There was a few brief moments of joy as Star realized her Mewberty wings had come in, followed by equal disappointment at how she was still unable to properly use them. Still, Marco was merely happy at his friend’s return, though the principal and faculty were less than pleased with the day’s events. It was an interesting thing for the two teenagers to explain to Marco’s parents how the entire school was sent home early because of ‘unforeseen circumstances’ and how Star was the one responsible for causing it all.

Fortunately the adults were more than understanding of the situation, glad for the fact that everyone was safe and sound, both of them proud of their son for his actions, though it was becoming clear that there was something else on Star’s mind. The two of them stood face-to-face as she took his hands in her own, her own face uncharacteristically serious.

“Marco… Do you feel something for me?”

The question caught him off-guard, the teenager stammering as both his parents looked on with wide-eyes. “Wha-Star! This isn’t exactly the time for-!”

“There’s no better time for this!” She leaned forward to place her hand on his heart and Marco felt a twinge of something as soft fingers made contact with his breast. “When you hugged me, I felt something, right here… and I know you feel it too, don’t you?” There was a moment of pause where he felt something tugging at him, the urge to pull the princess into his arms again almost too much for him.

“... Star, I…”

“Don’t hold back, Marco. I want to know… please, I want to know the truth.” Her pleas were rewarded with a pair of soft lips pressing against her own, eyes opening wide in surprise before she responded in kind, ignoring the gleeful squealing and clapping of Marco’s parents.

The Latino’s eyes were half-lidded, as if coming out of a dream as he pulled back from the princess’ embrace. “Was… that what you wanted to know?”

“It was” Star cooed, kissing his cheek. “but, I wouldn’t mind it if you told me a few more times… just to drive the point home.”

Star awoke from a dreamless slumber, still lying in the arms of her new boyfriend. Pulling herself away from his warm embrace, she moved towards her open window and turned to look back at him with a look of absolute devotion. Orchid eyes regarded him for a brief moment before a flash of violet light overtook her and silence filled the room...

Janna rose from her bed with a silent scream, something in her dreams lunging at her with undisguised hunger and… the memory faded, giving her reason to sigh in relief. “It’s just a dream.” She muttered, attempting to get a glass of water… and quickly finding that her foot had been secured to the mattress with a hauntingly familiar webbing.

She paled as she feverishly attempted to free herself, freezing in horror at the familiar voice that came from the shadows of her room. “You know, you should be honored…” A set of glowing hearts came into view from the other side and Janna’s screams were silenced by jets of webbing pinning her down and her mouth shut. “Of all the students at school to visit, I decided to come and see you first.” The creature smiled as it stood overtop the teenager, two sets of hands emerging from the darkness to caress at her charcoal hair.

“Then again, you have so much love for him in your heart…” she licked her lips, a set of fangs glistening in the moonlight. “... and how could I pass up such a delectable feast?” Her hands reached out towards Janna’s exposed midriff, ignoring her victim’s wild struggles and muffled screams.