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Chapter 4: Let’s Bounce

When Star and Marco returned home, Rogelio was sitting in the living room, drinking a cup of coffee.

“Morning, Grandpa Rogelio!” Star piped as she passed through the room and went up the stairs.

“Buenos dias, Princess Star!” Rogelio called after her.

“Hey, Grandpa,” Marco said, stopping in front of the man. “How are you today? And where are Mom and Dad?”

“I am well, thank you, my boy. Your parents are at the market; I believe they are planning a picnic lunch for us all today.”

Marco and his grandfather chatted for a few minutes, Marco asking about the retired butcher’s life back home in Oaxaca.

“Hey, Marco?” Star called as she came back down the stairs. “I need to make up a lie to tell Janna on Monday, but your mom’s computer won’t let me search for ‘bloated corpse.’”

Before Marco could begin to decipher the meaning of Star’s request, Rogelio reached into his pocket and said, “Please, princesa, use my smartphone. I myself search for ‘bloated corpse’ quite frequently.”

“Thanks!” Star said, accepting the phone and retreating to the easy chair on the other side of the living room.

Turning back to Marco, Rogelio asked, “And what about you, my boy? How was your morning in the park?”

“It was...pretty great, actually,” the boy replied, grinning involuntarily as his cheeks went a bit pink.

With a hint of a smirk, Rogelio lowered his voice as he said, “I see on your face the signs of the pasión. Tell me, is the fair princess your lover, as well as your houseguest?”

“What? No!” Marco sputtered. “Star and I are just friends.”

“But clearly, there is someone who has caught your eye.”

Marco’s blush went from pink to red as he replied, “Her name’s Jackie. She goes to my school. She’s...awesome.”

“Ah,” Rogelio replied, his smirk broadening into a full-on smile as he put a hand on Marco’s shoulder. “You are indeed in the grip of the pasión. Enjoy this, Marco; it is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Especially at your age, when the performance of your genitals and bowels remains predictable.”

As Marco grimaced, Rogelio continued, “So, how do you intend to woo this Jackie?”

“Well,” Marco began, “tonight, we’re-”

“Thank you,” Star interrupted stiffly as her arm thrust past Marco to return Rogelio’s phone to the white-haired man. “That was very helpful.”

“You are most welcome,” Rogelio replied.

Wordlessly, the girl turned and went upstairs.

Once Star was out of earshot, Rogelio turned back to Marco and said, “I sense that your friend is upset.”

“Really?”

“Marco, as with many teenage boys, your vision is as clouded as that of a man with a terrible eye infection, who weeps pus and does not see what is before him. You should go and speak with her.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Grandpa,” Marco said, clutching his stomach as he headed for the stairs.

***

“Hey, Star?” Marco said as he tapped on the princess’s bedroom door.

“Go away,” Star replied from somewhere behind the closed door.

Wow, Grandpa was right, Marco thought. Gross, but right.

“I just...I want to know what’s bothering you. Can I come in?”

“Sure, whatever,” Star said peevishly. As Marco opened the door, she added, “Since we’re just friends.”

Marco opened the door and found Star sitting in the middle of her bed, glowering at him.

“Star, what is up with you?” Marco asked.

“You really don’t know?”

“Honestly, I don’t!” he replied, putting up his hands. “Please, tell me.”

Star took a deep breath.

“Maybe it’s different on Earth,” she said, “but on Mewni, friendship is a big deal.”

“It is?” Marco said hesitantly. “‘I mean, you call pretty much everybody your friend. Heck, you called the school janitor your friend right after he yelled at you for sliding around on his waxed gym floor in your socks.”

“Marco, he turned a dull, sticky floor into a shiny, slippery one. The man is obviously a powerful wizard. Making friends with him is just good politics.”

“Um, you’re kinda making my point for me,” Marco said.

“Then you’re not getting mine!” Star shouted, clenching her fists in frustration. “We’re not ‘just friends,’ Marco—we’re besties!”

“But…what does that mean to you? Ponyhead is your bestie, too. And you started calling me your bestie less than a week after I met you, so-”

“Was I wrong?” Star cried.

Marco was taken aback, and he could tell that even Star was surprised by the emotion in her voice.

“No,” Marco replied softly. “No, you weren’t wrong.”

“I mean,” Star went on, “we’ve done so much together. We’ve shown each other new ways to have fun. We’ve fought monsters side by side. We’ve saved each other’s lives! And now we’re doing this amazing wingman thing!”

Her voice cracked as she continued, “So, so when you say that we’re just friends...like all of that doesn’t…doesn’t mean anything to you, it- it makes me feel-”

“Oh, no, no, no, Star!” Marco cried as understanding finally hit him. “I didn’t mean it like that at all!”

Clasping her shoulders, he explained, “Being your best friend is a really big deal to me.”

“Then, then why did you say-”

“It’s just a, a thing we say on Earth when we mean that we’re friends with someone, but we’re not dating them.”

“So...Earth people think dating is more important than friendship?”

“I...I don’t know. I mean, a lot of them do, I guess, but….”

He paused, trying to find the right words.

“Look, Star, all I know is...my life has been ten times better since you came along. And it’s not just because I get to fight monsters, or visit other dimensions, or whatever. It’s because...well, there’s no one else like you. You’re just so positive about everything, that it makes me more positive, too. I…I like who I am when I’m around you, and that’s why I’m so glad to be your friend.”

He looked Star in the eye as he finished, “You could never be just anything to me. And I promise I’ll never say that again.”

Star stood up and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Then, as she gazed at Marco, a smile began to form on her face.

“So...you like that I’m positive, huh?” she said.

“Yeah,” Marco said, returning Star’s smile.

“Wellllll,” she said with mock innocence, “right now, I’m positive...that I’m gonna hug the stuffing out of you!”

She leaped at him and seized him in her arms as she tackled him onto her bed.

“Help! My stuffing!” Marco cried, pretending to struggle and laughing until tears ran from his eyes.

***

Hours later, Star and Marco met up with Oskar and Jackie, and Star used her dimensional scissors to transport the four of them to the Bounce Lounge. They emerged in front of the entrance, where a nine-foot-tall bouncer with red eyes and tusks let them through the velvet rope. Marco and Oskar let the girls precede them, although Marco felt a bit less gentlemanly for doing so when he found himself admiring Jackie’s jeans-clad backside.

“Thanks, Milo!” Star said as they passed.

“Have a wonderful time!” the bouncer growled amiably.

The place was pretty lively. Young people of many different species were hanging out on the cloud-sofas and sipping drinks, while others danced to the tunes being spun by the robotic DJ. On the stage, a couple of beefy, rhino-like roadies were setting up speakers and mics.

“Wow, Star,” Jackie said, looking around at both the venue and the other patrons. “This place is rad. Do you come here a lot?”

“Not as much as I’d like to,” Star replied. “I’m kinda not supposed to leave Earth, so I don’t wanna push my luck by showing up here too often.” Then, with a meaningful glance at Oskar, she added, “But tonight is special.”

Oskar’s green eyes gave a hint of a twinkle.

“It helps,” Star added, “that ever since I helped my friend Princess Ponyhead break out of St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses, she’s been letting me put stuff on her tab. Lets me fly under the radar.” Then, spotting a large, green-skinned, three-horned girl in a poofy dress on the far side of the room, Star hollered, “HEY, FRANCINE! WHAT UP, HOMEGIRL?”

“Hey, Star!” the big green girl shouted back.

“Not very far under the radar,” Marco muttered.

Star spotted an open table with a decent view of the stage, so she led the others to it. They sat down, and there were several seconds of awkward silence.

“So…” Marco began, “um, Jackie, what are you going to do when school gets out for summer?”

“I don’t have my whole summer planned out yet,” Jackie sighed, “but I know it’s going to start with two weeks at my family’s cabin out in the middle of nowhere. There isn’t even any concrete around for miles, so my board pretty much hangs out in the trunk of the car. Plus, I’m really not into fishing...or mosquitos.”

Marco wasn’t quite sure what to say to that. Nor was anyone else at the table, it seemed, as several more seconds of awkward silence ensued.

“So,” Oskar said at last, “when does the band come on?”

“Um, what a great question!” Star replied nervously. “I, uh, I kind of thought they’d be playing by now.”

After a few more seconds passed without anyone speaking, Star suddenly stood up.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks!” she said rapidly, then rushed off to the bar.

Marco looked at Jackie, then Oskar. He realized that they didn’t actually seem bored; they were just occupied with looking around at the Bounce Lounge and its patrons. It hadn’t fully occurred to Marco how novel his and Star’s dates (he felt a flicker of excitement at the thought of Jackie being his date) would find this place. It was always a little hard for him to predict which aspects of Star’s multi-dimensional lifestyle would amuse, astound, or frighten people and which ones people would take in stride.

A minute later, Star returned with a tray of four glasses of shimmering blue liquid.

“What’s that?” Jackie asked.

“Glowberry punch!” Star replied eagerly. “It’s really refreshing.”

Everybody took a glass and sipped.

“Whoa,” said Oskar. “It’s like...drinking a rain cloud.”

“Mmm,” Jackie hummed appreciatively. “This would be great when I’m skating.”

“It’s so you can dance all night long!” Star explained.

“Cool,” Jackie said. “Except I have to be home by ten.”

“Yeah, me too,” Marco said.

“Same goes for me, I guess,” Star added.

“Not me,” Oskar said. “I stay out as late as I want.”

“Ooooh,” Star said with an amorous grin. “The rebel type, huh?”

“Nah, my mom just trusts me, is all.”

At that moment, the band took the stage: four horned, bat-winged, red-skinned, and rather stout male demons, each of whom had one or more strips of metal on his abdomen that Marco quickly realized were zippers.

“Hello, Bounce Lounge!” the lead demon shouted into the mic. “We are the Organ Pipers, and we hope you’re ready to rock!”

The demon opened one of the zippers on his front and pulled out some sort of multi-ducted organ out of his upper abdomen. He put his mouth over one of the ducts and his fingertips over the others and began to play it, producing a vaguely oboe-like sound. The other members of the band soon extracted organs of their own (the percussionist pulling out his entire rib cage) and joined in.

“So,” Star said, “you guys wanna dance?”

Oskar nodded. Jackie, with a little smile at Marco that made the boy’s heart skip a beat, said, “Sure.”

The four teens went out on the floor and started dancing. Despite being in the peculiar environment of the Bounce Lounge, with the girl who for years had made him tongue-tied, Marco felt strangely comfortable. Maybe it was because Star was there with him, or because he knew he was a good dancer...or because of the decidedly warm glances he kept getting from Jackie.

They danced for several songs, and even though there was no physical contact between Marco and Jackie, he felt increasingly in sync with her. Their dance moves became teasingly playful, a flirtatious dialogue between them. To Marco, it felt almost sexual.

The four of them took a break for more glowberry punch, which was indeed delightfully refreshing. They couldn’t easily talk to one another over the music, but it was clear to Marco that Star and Oskar had gotten past their initial awkwardness, judging from the looks they were giving each other, and how close together they stood.

When the Organ Pipers finished their song, the leader said into the mic, “This next one’s for all you old-schoolers out there.”

The band began to play a waltz. Marco, feeling bold, took Jackie’s hand and said, “May I have this dance?”

Jackie’s freckled face reddened. “I, um, I don’t know how.”

“Don’t worry,” Marco said. “I can show you.”

Jackie let Marco lead her to a spot near the edge of the dance floor. Then he held up her left hand with his right and put his other hand on the small of her back.

“You just need to look at my feet, and do the mirror image of what I do,” he said. “So I’m going to step forward with my left foot, and you step back with your right...then I step forward diagonally with my right foot, and you step back diagonally with your left...”

Jackie, being an athletic sort, didn’t take long to master the box step. Soon, they were whirling around the dance floor, and Jackie, no longer needing to look at her feet, kept her eyes on Marco instead. By the time the dance was over, Marco was flushed and breathing a bit hard for reasons that had nothing to do with exertion.

“Soooo…” Jackie said, “...does this club have, like, someplace a little more, um, private, where we could…hang out?”

Marco felt a thrill run through his body.

“Sure!” Star piped, apparently quite enamored of the idea. “There’s some curtain booths in the back!”

“Cool,” Oskar said.

Star led them to the dimly lit rear of the club, where there were several small booths along the back wall, each just big enough for two people to sit on the single bench on the far side of the table. Most of the booths’ deep-red curtains were closed, but at one end of the row stood two adjacent booths that were open and unoccupied.

“Nice, huh?” Star said, leading the others to the booths. “If you need anything else from the bar, just put it on my tab. And by mine, I mean Ponyhead’s. Have fun!”

She put her hands on Marco and Jackie’s backs and practically shoved them into the right-hand booth, then grabbed Oskar’s hand and pulled him into the left-hand one before yanking the curtain closed behind them. Marco closed the curtains on his and Jackie’s booth.

“So,” Marco said, trying to sound casual, “pretty cool place, isn’t it?”

“Way cool,” Jackie replied, inching closer.

She was near enough that he could smell her distinctive sweet scent. And when he looked in her gorgeous blue-green eyes, he saw the most arousing thing he had ever seen: her desire. She wanted him, just as he wanted her.

Marco was so turned on, he forgot all about how awkward this moment ought to be, or about the fact that his experience with kissing girls was limited to a quick peck on the lips with Darcie Petersen just before her family moved away to Minnesota a year ago. Instead, he just leaned in when Jackie did, and then…

Heaven.

Her lips were even softer than he had imagined. Her sweet scent, alluring before, was overwhelming now, filling every cell of Marco’s body with desire.

Continuing to kiss her, he pulled her close, and she wrapped her arms around him. Her body against his was every bit as soft and warm as it was in his fantasies, and he couldn’t help but squeeze her against him as their kissing intensified into full-blown making out.

Even as he kissed Jackie and his hands eagerly roamed her back, her neck, her hair, Marco could scarcely believe that it was all really happening. He had never imagined that a first date with his dream girl could possibly go this well.

Her fingers were winding in his hair now, and Marco found the sensation strangely but powerfully erotic. Suddenly unable to help himself, he moved his hands under Jackie’s top and caressed the silky landscape of her bare back. This only seemed to inflame her passions further, and soon her hands were slipping under his hoodie and then beneath the hem of his t-shirt to move ardently over his skin.

Passion consumed him. Before he could think twice, his hands moved around to her front, sliding up her stomach and pushing her bra up off of her small breasts. He cupped them in his hands, and they were every bit as wonderfully, marvelously soft as Star had said.

She kissed him hard, pushing her whole body up against his. And then, suddenly, she pulled back, gasping as she looked at him, wide-eyed.

“Marco,” she breathed. “I...I need something to drink.”

Marco, panting from making out with Jackie and wide-eyed with the shock of suddenly stopping, took a moment to catch his breath and adjust.

“Uh...sure,” he said. “I’ll...I’ll be right back.”

He shambled to the bar, half in a daze. He couldn’t believe all he had just done with Jackie, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure why she had suddenly put a halt to it.

He returned with a couple more glowberry punches. Jackie drank half of hers in one draught.

“You okay?” Marco asked.

Jackie nodded slowly. “Y- Yeah. I just...I think I should go home now.”

Marco returned her slow nod. “Sure. Lemme get Star.”

Emerging from the booth, Marco looked around awkwardly for some kind of solid surface near Star and Oskar’s booth that he could knock on. The closest thing was a brass pole between the two booths, which held up one end of each booth’s curtain.

“Um, Star?”

The girl’s blonde head popped out from behind the curtain. Her normally pink cheek-hearts were almost red, and she was breathing pretty hard.

“I’m really sorry,” Marco said, hating to interrupt his friend when things were obviously going well on her side of the curtain. “Jackie wants to go home.”

Star grabbed Marco by the wrist, surprising him—until he realized that she was just pulling it up to look at his wristwatch.

“That’s... That’s okay,” she panted. “We should...head back soon... anyway.”

***

Fifteen minutes later, Star and Marco were back at the Diaz house. They had emerged from the scissors-made portal onto the street in front of Jackie’s home, and after they dropped her off, Oskar had walked back with Star and Marco to the house, where Marco quickly said goodbye to Oskar and went inside so that the green-eyed boy could give Star a proper goodnight kiss.

Marco found his parents watching TV in the living room. The boy said hello, gave some vague answers about how his evening was, then announced that he was going upstairs to get ready for bed. His mom and dad cautioned him not to wake Grandpa Rogelio, who was already asleep, and they promised to vacate the couch by the time he got back.

Star entered, said hello and goodnight to the Diazes, then grabbed Marco’s hand and practically dragged him upstairs to her room.

“So what happened?” she asked manically. “Tell me everything! How come Jackie wanted to go home?”

Marco was ready for the question: He had thought about almost nothing else since he and Jackie had parted with a light peck on the lips at the girl’s front door.

“I think,” he said, “things just got...kind of intense, kind of fast. I don’t think she was expecting, you know, so much to happen on our first date.”

“Oh, really?” Star said avidly. “And what happened, exactly?” Her cheeks turning pink, and with a smile both shy and sly, she asked in a low voice, “Did you get boob?”

Marco looked shocked for a moment. Then excitement overcame his hesitancy.

“I totally got boob!” he shouted, then clapped his hand over his mouth as he remembered that his parents were still downstairs watching television.

“Me too!” Star whispered excitedly. “I mean, my boobs totally got gotten! And Oskar was so cool about it; he, like, put his hands down here, y’know, and he said-”

When Star gestured at her waist to indicate where Oskar’s hands had begun their journey north, her little star-shaped purse slipped off her shoulder and landed on the floor. Its contents spilled out, and among the lip gloss, the American and Mewnan coins, and what might have been a couple of goblin teeth, Marco noticed something even more peculiar: a tiny glass vial labeled with a pink heart, and containing a single residual drop of clear liquid.

He looked up at Star. Her eyes were wide with surprise, anxiety...and guilt.

“Star?” Marco said slowly. “What did you do?”

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