Did you guys see the finale? Cause I saw the finale.

Damn...

Okay, so. Haven't been here for a long while. School, exams and other stuff have been keeping me back. So, I don't know if this is gonna continue with other drabbles (probably) but if I can't, this will just be the one.

Honestly, it's a reacurring theme that Marco might not feel as important as Star, or that he thinks she's more important than him and really, I honestly believe he'll always have those feelings. It's just how he thinks, and he can't help it.

I don't own SVTFOE.

At first, Marco wasn't sure what to do with his new bed, or the totally gigantic room that contained it.

Okay, sure. It was his bed, but the fancy embroidering of the pillows, sheets and various layers of comforters was making it hard for him to accept it, and it made more questions pop up in his head. What else was his? The walk-in closet? The curtains?

Back on earth, he had things to his name, sure. And sure, they were probably at the extent of the same items in this room but...

He just couldn't place it. The possessions in his room were just his, familiar and comforting and undoubtedly his. So yeah, the fact that these unfamiliar, overly decorative items were now his, it was a lot to take in at this short amount of time.

He sat on the (His, he amended in his mind)newly dubbed bed and frowned at himself as it sunk deeply under his weight. It was soft, as soft as his own bed back at home, but without the homely comfort. It was also warm, which he appreciated and he guessed this was where he was supposed to lay back and revel into its soft luxury, glancing up towards the ceiling of many paintings to get to sleep.

However, he just felt so awkward and restless and out of place.

But, his mind thought of the familiar set of long, blonde hair in all its curliness, a familiar set of baby blue eyes and a grin that made his heart race. The touch of her arms around him earlier in a thankful and enthusiastic hug made a big, dorky grin show up on his face and he sighed.

It was his choice - he supposed, as he pulled the blankets over him and stared up at different ceiling paintings - and he wasn't going to go back on it.

There was the shock of Star herself, who he knew was not a morning person. Her personality would have fooled otherwise (it sure fooled him, during her first few days on earth) but she would always drag herself to the dining table, with a wicked bed head and eyes drooping.

But here she was, all smiles towards his trying-not-to-droop-form as he tried to walk towards the table, all decked out with various foods that he's never seen in his life. Her eyes brighten when they catch a glimpse of him, and gives him the often smoldering look she normally did back on earth.

As he sat in the elegant chair and blinked at the variety of meals, she leaned towards him and whispered, complete with her right hand blocking her lips from her parents. "Mornin'." - he couldn't help a small smile - "Did you sleep okay?"

He wanted to say yes, but could tell that she wouldn't have bought it. His eyes were too bleary, his posture a touch too deformed and droopy in the wooden yet plush chair.

"I'm fine," He whispered back, patting the hand that was on his shoulder during their exchange and attempted to shrug off her concern. "It's my first night, it'll get better."

"Was your sleep not as easy-coming, Marco?" The king asked from the head of the table and Marco had reflexively shrunk himself under both her parents' gazes.

"Uh, no." He gave a small laugh but cut himself off when he noticed their thinking faces. "But I think it's just the fact that I'm away from my normal -uh, sleeping arrangements."

"Would you like a different bed then?" The king questioned, rubbing his blond beard hair and at the ready to motion to a nearby maid, who glanced in their direction. His stomach dropped, he didn't want to seem as if he was ungrateful.

"No, no, no." He quickly waved his hands. "I'll get used to it. It's fine."

The king gave a simple nod and Marco shrunk lower in his chair. He gave a inaudible groan - one that signified how tired he was of this and how he realized that this was probably going to happen often - and a hand reached for his own. Its arm led to his dimensional best friend who, blinked her eyes at him. I can tell you are really uncomfortable, and it'll be okay. He blinked and smiled. Thanks.

"Now, Star." The Queen's voice broke through the communication they were having and Star took her hand away - he held back a sigh. "Now that you're back on Mewni, you'll have to check with your teachers so they'll tell you all about the tricks and trades of becoming queen."

Queen? Marco stared feeling vaguely sick, and he couldn't place a finger as to why. Star nodded.

"Of course, of course, of course." Her fingers rapped the table. "We have to get ready for the coronation and the knighting and - "

He felt sicker as she counted off the different things on her fingers. He could tell he was being forgotten as Star and her parents continued on and he stayed silent. He picked at his food, glancing every once in a while between her and her parents - elbows on the table and all.

For the second time since he got here, he wished for his bed.

Marco picked at his ruby jacket (that pinches under the arms and is tight on his arms, and also itches down his back, where he can't reach) - one that was generously given by The King and Queen, as he looked upon one of Star's recent Princess-soon-to-be-Queen-lessons. From the looks of it, she seemed to be doing well, he blinked as she rattled off some queenly responses to different things. She had matured during her years on earth and it showed here. She was going to be a great queen.

The familiar queasiness in his stomach returned and he groaned, putting his hands onto his face. Honestly, the whole reason he was here and not whisked away to some boring, stuffy lecture of adapting to the royal lifestyle - was because of Star herself. After her pleading, her parents felt he should learn from one of her meetings and he relented, mostly because he could did not want to object under the coolly gaze of the Queen.

He glanced towards Star with books on her head, standing perfectly straight and not dropping a single one and he dropped his gaze to the polished, marble floor.

Who are you kidding? he scoffed bitterly. His hands clenched and his throat was tightening and he pushed himself up, glancing around to see if the King or Queen saw and walked his way from the very large, very extravagant ball room.

He had almost made it to the diverging paths of the hallway, trying to remember which way to his room (the words still tasted funny) when a voice called him out, soft and like that of a future queen.

Star.

"Hey," Her blue eyes were cutting through his, completely worried. "What's up?"

He shook his head once and forced a pathetic smile on his face. "Nothing, I'm fine. You're doing great so far."

She frowned and he shrunk back at the steely gaze now directed at him. "Marco..."

"I'm fine!" Okay, not what he wanted to do. Her face lost the frown, now holding a hurt, totally sad look and he inwardly cursed himself.

"Star - I..I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

Her hand touched his shoulder and started to lead him down one of the cross ways. "C'mon."

They had passed many doors and doorways until they walked into a room - a library of some sort, sat on a comfy, very decorated couch and he faced those blue eyes again. Her hand found his and rubbed her thumb on it. "Seriously, Marco."

His eyes were locked on his shoes. "I-I...ah dios mio. This is just so..different."

She was silent, her eyes telling him to continue and he sighed. "Look, you - you're going to be a queen -" his throat tightened, "-and I'll just...I don't know where I'll be."

She seemed to be thinking and glanced up to him. "Do you..do you not want to be here?"

"No! No, no, no." Marco grasped her hands tightly. "I do. I chose to, didn't I? I don't regret my choice, it's just that...you're just this..magical, dimensional princess and..I'm just..."

"Stop right there, Marco Diaz." She pointed at his chest and he raised his eyes to glance up at her. "Don't you think for a second that I don't need you and I should move on to someone else just 'cause I'm gonna be a queen and all that jazz."

She flicked his nose and he gave a small smile. "You're gonna be stuck with me for a long time, kid. Whether you think you deserve it or not, 'cause -" she gave a offhand shrug, "I really like you, and I still can't believe you chose me instead of earth."

He shrugged. "You showed me that earth's kinda boring."

"Still -" She kissed his forehead. "You're awesome, and I know that this-" She motioned towards herself. "- may be really hard for you. But, can you talk to me? Just tell me what's bothering you and I'll listen. Okay?"

"Kay." And with that, he pulled her flush against him, kissing her deeply and making her let out a cute noise from the back of her throat as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They broke it off, settling into a hug and Star grinned up at him.

"I'm guessing you're all better now?"

He shrugs, kissing her forehead. "It's just gonna take a while for me to get used to all this."

She nodded. "Well, you don't have to do it alone. Okay, safe kid?"

He said nothing but squeezed one of her hands that he was holding. Over the years, Star was acquainted with the fact that that meant 'thank you'.They rested for a while, taking in each other's presence and warmth until Star glanced up at him.

"Um..." She had a sorry look on her face and Marco instantly knew why. "I'm really sorry but -"

He gave a small smile. "Go on. I'll still be here, not like I have anything important to do."

She frowned at his words and he was so sure she was going to say something when her name rang not too far away from them. She sighed and glanced towards him, apologetic. He shook his head, kissing her cheek.

"I know, Queen Moon would have your hide if you're late." He tried to show he understood. "Now go on -" He attempted a bow. "- My Queen."

Star rolled her eyes playfully and mirrored his attempt. "Thank you, my knight."

He scoffed. "Like I'd be a knight."

She frowned and opened her mouth to correct him but the clicking of shoes reached her, revealing a maid -Beatrice, he thought her name was - whose eyes were wide and frantic.

"There you are, princess." She grabbed Star's arm. "You need to get back to your training. We were just going to go over dinning etiquette."

She sighed but attempted a smile towards Marco. "Meet you back here after I'm done?"

"You know it, mi alteza." He smiled. "I'll just do some castle exploring until then."

She seemed to be studying him for a moment, giving him a smile before walking off with the maid. Marco waited until she was out of his sight to collapse on the couch, it's comfiness not helping his dread that he was already drowning in.

*Mi Alteza - My highness.

*Dios Mio - My god/my goodness!

Now I'm going to go finish my long overdue French homework. Thank you if you read this story (I don't know if there might be more) and reviews are appreciated!