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STARCO KISS

We got a STARCO KISS finally!

I had a freaking heart attack!

I'm not going to discuss my opinons about it because I don't want to and I doubt you guys would care

But I'm happy that we actually got a Starco Kiss!

Okay. I know I've been gone for a loonnng time and I'm super sorry

Things like school and not having any motivation have been slowing me down

But I'm back! And I plan on getting better on uploading.

Also there have been a few new drawings related to this fanfic posted on my Tumblr.

There is a portrait of Pony Head who is introduced in this chapter and I updated Comet's outfit.

So go on my Tumblr: a-random-starco-blog and search for catfoe in the tags to see those

Anyway, I won't keep you any longer!

Please enjoy the chapter!

Party with a Pony

Part 1

Comet sat on the floor in the Diaz's living room. A large pile of DVDs sat next to him. He went through each of the movies one by one. He liked the covers the most. They were far more exciting than the blurbs on the back. He had made a small pile of movies in his lap. He had to pick one for their Thursday night in. Mr. and Mrs. Diaz were out on a date, so Comet and Marcia had the house to themselves. So far, the movie about the lions had impressed him the most.

"Comet!" Marcia called from the kitchen. "Come here!" She had been making something, she wouldn't tell Comet what. She only promised that it would be amazing.

Comet grabbed his wand and raced into the kitchen. Marcia stood across the room, her back to one of the kitchen counters. A small cloud of steam rose up behind her, swirling in the air. And there was this smell. Comet didn't know how to describe it. It was warm and made his stomach grumble.

Marcia's eyes brimmed with pride. "Are you ready to see tonight's feast?" she asked, a wild grin shining at him.

Comet bounced on his heels. "Yeah!" He had never seen her look so proud. Sure, he had only known her for a few days, but it was the first time he had seen her so completely confident with something. It only made him more excited.

She turned around, glancing at him over her shoulder. "Now presenting…" she spun back around and held a plate in her hands. She held it high in the air, like the pile of food she had made was a precious treasure, "Marcia's Super Awesome Nachos!"

She put the plate down on the kitchen island and Comet ran to get a better look. The pile of nachos – he noted that the word nachos was weird, but he liked it – was different from anything he had ever seen before. There were triangles covered by something orange and gooey. There were bits of food in green and red sprinkled over the top of the dish. He had no clue what any of it was, but he already liked it.

Comet picked up one of the chips and looked at it for a moment. "Triangle food," he said. Marcia laughed a bit. Comet smiled.

He didn't hesitate to put the entire chip into his mouth and bite into it. It crunched and the flavor of nacho washed over his taste buds. He grinned. It tasted amazing, just like Marcia had promised. He quickly ate another. He realized that the gooey stuff was just melted cheese. Everything else remained a mystery, but he didn't mind. "These are amazing, Marci!" he exclaimed, his mouth full of nacho.

Marcia nodded. "I know." She had a confident grin plastered on her face.

Ding Dong. The doorbell. Comet and Marcia exchanged confused looks. People usually weren't going around that late at night ringing doorbells. Neither of them had ordered food or anything. So what was at the door?

"You can keep eating," Marcia said. She narrowed her eyes in the direction of the door. "I'll answer."

Comet swallowed another nacho. "Are you sure?" he asked, frowning. "I am the one with the wand after all." He waved his wand and twirled it between his fingers.

Marcia nodded. "Yeah. I'll be fine." She stared towards the door. She could feel his concerned look boring into the back of her head. She paused under the kitchen archway and looked back at him. "I'm serious," she insisted. "I'll call you if I need backup."

Comet leaned on his elbow, narrowing his eyes at her. He nodded slowly. "Alright," he said. He grabbed another chip and munched on it.

She started to go again, but quickly stopped herself. She looked back at the blond who froze under her stare. He had taken a handful of nachos. "Don't eat all the nachos at once," she complained. "I still want some."

Comet gave her a thumbs up and a small smile. "Yeah, okay." He scarfed down the handful of nachos he had taken as he watched her leave for the door.

As soon as he was sure that she wasn't looking, Comet let a huge grin stretch onto his face. He silently celebrated as he bit into another nacho. He had successfully called her 'Marci' for the first time without a complaint. He had managed to cross the line from 'friend' to 'best friend' or at least 'close friend.' The thought made him grin wildly. He couldn't wipe it off of his face. He wasn't sure why.

Meanwhile, Marcia opened up the front door. She was prepared to run or fight, nothing good happened when your doorbell rang that late at night. Her front lawn greeted her, nothing out of the ordinary about it. No one was there. Marcia frowned. There had to be someone. Unless it was a ding-dong ditch or something. She leaned forward through the doorway. She looked to the left – nothing. She looked to the right – nothing. She prepared to go back inside, but when she looked back, something floated in front of her.

It was a horse head. A severed horse head with no horse body. And it floated right in front of her face. She knew that horse heads usually weren't severed and definitely didn't float, so why was one floating in the doorway? The horse head had blue-grey colored hair and a bright red mane. Its eyes looked like they were made from stars. Wait, no, she realized that its pupils were in the shape of stars and surrounded by electric blue irises. It had a yellow-orange colored star mark, like a tattoo, on its neck and a teal and blue striped horn on the top of its head. All Marcia could do was stare and wonder what it was doing floating in front of her house. She felt a little light headed.

And then it spoke. "Yo, whassup, home fries?"

Marcia shrieked and stumbled backwards. Her legs wobbled and her ankle rolled under her. She fell backwards onto the floor with a loud bang. Her head smacked against the hardwood and sent an aggressive throb through her skull.

Comet's heart dropped when he heard Marcia's shriek. He gripped his wand tightly in his hand and sprinted towards her. When he saw Marcia collapsed on the floor, he knew that he had to make it to her. He could blast a monster in the face with magic even if he was sitting on the floor. He dropped to his knees and slid across the room, coming to a stop near her head. "Holy shit, Marcia!" he yelled, looking down at her. "Are you okay?"

Marcia's eyes flickered open. She silently met Comet's eyes. She never answered his question. Instead, she grasped the back of her head with her hand, groaned loudly, and rolled over on her side, back to the concerned blond.

"Can I come in or what?" a familiar voice asked from the doorway.

Comet gasped and turned. His best friend (from Mewni), Flying Prince Pony Head, floated there in the doorway. "Pony Head!" Comet exclaimed. He leapt to his feet and grinned at the familiar face. "What are you doing here!?"

Pony Head smirked. "We're going out tonight!" he announced. "Guys' night! We're gonna get into a shit-ton of trouble!" He laughed and grinned. "Are you ready Dragonfly!?" He whooped into the night air.

Comet heard a faint groan come for Marcia. Pony Head did not. Comet flew immediately to Marcia's side as she sat up. He tried to give her a comforting smile, but she completely ignored him. She stood up, wavering a bit, still clutching her throbbing head. She trudged across the living room, leaving Comet at the door. She flopped onto the couch and glared at the shouting severed horse head from across the room.

Comet turned to his friend. "We are going out!" he yelled. Pony Head stopped whooping and turned to him with an excited grin. "But it's not going to be a Guys' Night," Comet continued. Pony Head frowned. "Because we're bringing Marcia with us!" He tried to sound enthusiastic, hoping that Pony Head would catch on the excitement and not think much of it. It did not work.

Pony Head grimaced. "What, her?" he asked, glancing at the brunette on the couch.

Comet frowned. "Yes, her. She's coming with us," he argued. Comet hated it when Pony Head did that. It took a lot to get on his good side. He warmed up to loud people who liked partying quickly; people like Comet and himself. Marcia was the opposite of those people. Pony Head didn't like to be around people like Marcia.

Pony Head gave Comet a confused look. "Why would we bring her with us? Look at her." There was a pause. Both of them glanced at Marcia. Comet tried to smile at her. He knew that Pony Head was judging her. They both looked away. "She's a nerd," Pony Head said.

"I can hear you," Marcia grumbled. Pony Head rolled his eyes. Comet attempted to give Marcia an encouraging smile. His smile only came out awkward and nervous. She continued to glare at them.

Comet turned back to Pony Head. "We're bringing her because she's my best friend here on Earth and we were already hanging out tonight. An—"

"Whoa, hold on!" Pony Head interrupted. "She's your best friend? What the hell am I? Chopped liver?"

"I said best friend on Earth!" Comet exclaimed, waving his arms about, exasperated. "You're my best friend on Mewni." Pony Head opened his mouth, but Comet quickly interrupted. "And yes, you can have more than one best friend. But that's not the point!" He took a breath after all the words tumbled out of him. He began again in a whisper, one low enough so Marcia wouldn't hear them. "And we're bringing her because you scared the shit out of her. And I want her to come."

"Yeah, no," Pony Head argued. "There's no point in bringing her. It would be cool if she was hot or something, but she's not. And the point of Guys' Night is that it's all guys." Comet felt a brief pang of anger shoot through him. He ran his hands down his face in frustration. He had grown up with Pony Head—he knew the guy had a heart and it was usually in the right place. But he could be so cold to people he didn't click with. It frustrated the hell out of Comet.

"Hey!" Marcia yelled from across the room, anger flaring in her voice. Comet froze, wide eyed. Had she heard? "What did you say about me?" Oh shit.

"He said nothing!" Comet yelled, hoping to god that she wasn't upset.

"I said you're ugly," Pony Head called casually to her.

"Dude!" Comet shouted, staring at Pony Head in alarm.

Marcia looked slightly offended, slightly frustrated. She was usually quiet. She wasn't shy, just quiet and a little awkward. But Comet had learned that Marcia did not take insults. She wouldn't shout or anything, or even insult them back, just make know that she had heard. She would send a nasty glare that person's way and turn away because she knew better than to listen. And that's what she did. She sent Pony Head a nasty glare and stood up from the couch. She walked into the kitchen, grumbling to herself.

"Marcia!" Comet called after her. She completely ignored him and disappeared into the kitchen. "Damn it." He turned to Pony Head. "Why!?"

"I wasn't going to lie to her," Pony Head grumbled. He would have shrugged if he had shoulders. "It's not my fault she didn't take it well." Comet glared at him. "But now that she's gone, let's go have a Guys' Night!"

"Okay, listen to me," Comet started, "I wanna hang out with you. You're my best friend, of course I want to hang out with you. But Marcia's also one of my best friends and I wanna hang out with her too. So we're all going to hang out together. And you're going to be nice to her. And she's going to be nice to you. And it's all going to be great, okay?"

Pony Head snorted a laugh. "She's not going to want to come after that shit." He smirked happily.

"It is because of that shit that she's coming with us," Comet argued. "You can't just say stuff like that to someone and not make it up to them. So I'm going to convince her to come with us." He could do it. He knew he could. Seeing his two best friends get along would make his day, maybe even his week. A confident smirk played on his lips as he turned and started towards the kitchen. "By the end of the night, you two will be friends!"

"Seriously doubt it!" Pony Head called after him.

Comet found Marcia in the kitchen eating nachos. She glared at one of the windows on the other side of the room. She ate like she was some sort of robot. Pick up chip, put in mouth, chew, swallow, repeat. She didn't look like she was there, like she had left her body angrily waiting in the kitchen.

"Hey," Comet said softly from the under the archway. He raised his hand in a small wave.

Marcia froze. Her eyes flickered over to him. "Hi." She waved back, but sounded completely indifferent. She was frustrated, yes, but she didn't want to be mad at him. He hadn't done anything wrong. She hadn't been able to hear what he and 'Pony Head' were talking about from the kitchen, but she didn't like that the horse still floated in her living room.

Comet walked over and stood on the opposite side of the kitchen island across from her. "That's Flying Prince Pony Head," he said, nodding in the horse's direction. "He's my friend from Mewni." He hadn't been sure how else to start.

Marcia didn't not appreciate the topic. She couldn't believe that Comet was friends with that guy. At least when Comet had come into her life and screwed everything up, he had done so with his heart in the right place. His friend just seemed to already hate her. "Oh. You sure have some great friends," she grumbled and bit into another nacho.

"Yeah, sorry about him," he muttered. He looked away when he saw the anger in her eyes. "He doesn't do great with some people." Marcia scoffed. That sounded like an understatement. "But," Comet continued, his voice suddenly perking back up, "if you come out with us, I bet you two would be friends by the end of the night!"

Truth be told, Comet didn't know if Marcia and Pony Head would actually ever be friends. He hated the small seed of doubt that rested in his mind, but he could understand why was there. Pony Head usually never even spoke to people who were quiet and awkward. He grew possessive of the friends he did have, which Comet knew came out of a place of love, but didn't leave a good impression on others. And Marcia would hold that against him forever. She would use that as a way out of dealing with him. He knew that they would probably act hostile towards each other, both with their negative preconceptions towards the other. But Comet could play peace keeper. He could help them get along. He cared about them both so much, he wasn't sure how they couldn't at least tolerate each other.

Marcia laughed. His idea was crazy. She didn't know how he expected her to get along with Pony Head. She didn't want to go hang out with them on their Guys' Night. All she wanted was for her and Comet's movie night to go as they had planned.

"No way," Marcia said, shaking her head.

"Why not?" Comet complained, pouting at her.

"Why not?" Marcia repeated, astonished. She scoffed at his pouting and turned away, crossing her arms. She grimaced in Pony Head's general direction.

Comet raced around the island and lightly grabbed her arms, tugging slightly on her hoodie sleeves. "Please," he begged. "For me?" He wasn't sure how else to get her to go. He let go of her arms and made a fist under his chin. He tried his best to look handsomely pouty. Either the pouty, sad, puppy-dog eyes part would work or the handsome and charming part would work.

Marcia rolled her eyes. He looked ridiculous, making some kind of weird morphing expression. She liked Comet. How they had become so close in such a short amount of time, she didn't know. But he was a good friend to her. She sighed. "Alright," she said. "I'll go with you."

Comet's face lit up. He beamed at her wildly and bounced on his heels. "Thanks, Marci!" Not only did he have the chance to make Pony Head and Marcia get along, but he had also managed to convince her. She changed her mind for him. And a bonus: he had called her 'Marci' again with no complaints. Things were going his way.

Pony Head gaped when he saw them walk into the living room. Marcia glared at him from across the room and Comet grinned. "You actually convinced her?" he asked.

Comet nodded and smirked. "Yep. I told you I could do it." His smirk dropped and he sent Pony Head a look. Be nice to her. "So, where are we going?" he asked.

Instead of answering, Pony Head began to cough and heave. Both Comet and Marcia jumped and Marcia turned away slightly. After a few moments, the coughing stopped. Pony Head muttered out a muffled, "Check it."

Pony Head stretched out his tongue. Marcia cringed. Comet gasped at what Pony Head held out. A pair of gleaming dimensional scissors in the shape of a sword sat on his friend's tongue. Pony Head grinned at Comet's reaction.

"Dimensional scissors!" Comet exclaimed, wide eyed. "I can't believe you got a pair!"

"Pretty lucky, aren't I?" Pony Head said, voice muffled. He turned the scissors in his mouth and snipped a portal into existence.

Marcia's night just kept getting weirder and weirder. She wondered if Pony Head just kept the pair of scissors sitting in his throat. She flinched too much at the thought. But mostly, she didn't want to go to another dimension. She had only ever been on Earth and going somewhere completely different, like another planet or universe, it felt like it was too much. "Hold on," she breathed. She tugged on Comet's sleeve. "We're going to another dimension?" she asked.

Comet nodded. "Yeah," he beamed. "It's super exciting! You'll love it!"

Marcia wasn't sure. She had seen in TV and movies, going to other universes and dimensions was not a casual thing. "And, traveling between dimensions, that's just… fine?" she asked, her eyebrows knitting together. Comet nodded and smiled.

Pony Head scoffed. "What, have you never been dimension hopping before?" he asked, an arrogant smirk on his face.

Marcia glared at him. Comet's eyes flickered between the two of them, nervous that everything would fall apart at the slightest touch. "How would I have done that, huh?" Marcia asked, raising her eyebrows.

Pony Head rolled his eyes and turned away. "Lame," he muttered. Marcia's jaw clenched. Comet gaped at him. Pony Head didn't even bother to pay attention to either of them. "Come on." He disappeared through the portal.

Comet started to follow after him, but stopped when he noticed Marcia standing still. He turned around to her. "Come on, Marci," he urged, nodding towards the portal. He tried a soft, encouraging smile.

Marcia bit her lip and rocked on her heels. She felt so uneasy, she could feel it creeping up her back. Anything could happen. She wasn't prepared for this or for anything that could happen. Marcia didn't like being unprepared. "Another dimension?" she asked. "Isn't that a bit much?"

Comet shook his head. "It'll be fine, Marci," he promised. He smiled softly and held out his hand. "Trust me."

Marcia looked between him and his outstretched hand. He really wanted her to go. And she did trust him. Although she wavered with unease, she took his hand. Comet gave her hand a comforting squeeze. Then he led her through the portal.

Alright! That's part one of Party with a Pony!

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Until Later...

~ The Stargazer