Hey-o! This is my take on the "The Bad Boy and the Princess" AU ( I'm not sure what it's officially called). Maybe I'll make a fanfic or something cuz I really like this AU, even though I feel like it's just Jelsa w/ Diaz as Frost, and Star as Elsa. Still I love the dynamics of it, cuz Jelsa was my first ship on wattpad.

Oh gosh dang it, here's an actual story cuz I'm getting too rambling and I feel like those who actually take the time to read deserve it:

Star's POV:

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I've been on earth. Normally I'd say with a Mewman calendar, but this dimension is quite different from the others.

The Diaz boy is next door, and is making such a racket with his horrid excuse for music. I wonder why my parents would choose such a place to send me to. I realize my new wand is a great responsibility, but I do not see how "getting in tune with emotions" is of any use to the power of my wand. Sure, I haven't been able to really use many spells, but I fail to comprehend any way that my feelings are of any use! I wish thæ

A blast of the thing Marco calls a "bass" erupted throughout the house and my pencil skidded into an 'a' and 'e' hybrid. That boy! I slammed shut my diary, and marched to the next door of the hall, while picking up the ends of my gown. I first attempted to knock politely, and then realized that it would not be heard.

"MARCO!!!" I eventually decided to yell. Not one to just barge in, I tried once more, "MARCO DIAZ!!!" Still no reply, and even if they're was, it would most likely have been cancelled out by the stereo. There was no avoiding it, I'd have to go in.

I creaked open the door and was surprised at what she found. Instead seeing a boy doing silly air guitar, and whatever other reckless or idiotic thing that one might see a high schooler with what could be only described as a "record", I found Marco with a different set of earbuds dancing to another beat. He was still is his regular, however ratty, attire that he insisted on continuing to wear, but I could not believe that it was still him. His movements were steady, and rhythmic, despite the non-patterned based yelling ringing in my ears.

I stood still and silent, because even if the loud speakers were blaring, I wanted to keep seeing this other Marco, not the tough guy whose smirk of a smile could only be connected to mischief. Catching him with his walls down, not some bad boy persona, made me warm up inside.

Marco's POV:

Ah, finally some alone time. Ever since Janna told Jackie I had liked her and she turned me down, I stopped being Marco. Sure people still call me Marco, and the occasional 'Marc' from weirdos, but the old guy isn't what my friends at school think is me anymore. I'm Marco 2.0 and it's hard!

Think it's hard trying to get an A+ on every test? Try getting an A+ on every test, after skipping school with some buddies, convincing all your friends you failed so you're not labeled a nerd, and figuring out new ways to keep your street cred.... Without being caught....

I decided to distract myself with some music. No, not that rock stuff Janna is always playing on her phone. Honestly, it's kinda trash. I searched through my phone and found an old download I had forgotten to delete. It was "La Bamba" (A/N: song at the top) a song that my dad wanted me to listen to when I younger. I had never really been into exploring my heritage past mom's tamales at Thanksgiving, so I downloaded the song to make my dad stop pestering, but didn't even attempt to hit play. Well, now was a good a time as any.

I put in some earbuds, and to end my silence, which was already to long of a time given that whenever I sneak out I leave some kind of false indication that I'm still in my room, I put on a cd that Oskar had given me. He called it, "Recording of my Mom Fighting with my Dad REMIX". That should do the trick.

I pressed play on my phone that had the actual music I was wanting to listen to and some guitar strumming floated into my ears. It was like taking a long drink of cold water after an exhausting run. I turned up the volume even more, and the other sounds faded away. Just me and the music, and that was fine with me. I stood up and moved a bit to the melody, and soon I was actually kind of dancing. It was wonderful.

I got so into it, that I did a spin and lo and behold, Miss Butterfly was at the door with a smirk creeping up her face. I could tell she was gonna say something, so I turned off both music players and stopped her from her snickers.

"If you wanna laugh, you should just look in the mirror sometime." That should get her to leave. I thought. But instead she stayed put and looked me up in down. Not like how most girls do when they check out a guy though, she appeared more analytical.

"You weren't really listening to what was on the stereo, were you?" She asked incredulously. "You're not the Marco everyone makes you out to be..." her face then seemed unreadable.

I wanted to be tough, that's what girls like right? They want confidence, but instead I was melting into a puddle. I rubbed my eyes as casually as possible to try to keep from crying. Dang it Diaz! Pull yourself together! I sat down on my bed and patted the spot next to me hoping to give her the message that I was okay with her coming in.

She did, though cautiously and awkwardly, picking up a sock that was next to me and flung it to the side. I had gone a long ways from my organizational tendencies. It had helped in times when friends would come over to hang, but now I cursed myself for being so messy.

"Now what's going on... safe kid?" She smiled at the last two words.

"You- you know my old nickname?"

"Uh... no? I just thought it fit, like your friends calling you 'wild man' and all."

I grimaced, remembering how they did. I think most forgot about how they came to call me that... even me... Star looked at me with an impatient face.

"Well, that's a good place to start as any I guess. I was actually labeled the school safe kid, and well, one thing lead to another, and I snapped. I snapped okay!" My voice had been rising with each syllable and it became evident by the end that there was still built up emotions ready to escape.

"Seems like your snapping now" she said flatly. I couldn't help but laugh at her expression, so blank and paired up with such a snide comment made it comical.

"You're right, I just wanted people to like me. Sorry I made you listen to this. I think I kinda lost myself. Not quite sure who I am anymore."

"You can't not know who you are, you're Marco Diaz, isn't that good enough? Be glad you get to choose. Sure you might not be popular when you act like yourself, but you've got me if you ever want a friend."

"Since when have you looked at me as a friend?" I put on a mischievous smile, "Thought you either hated me, or had a thing for me." I immediately regretted saying that. Did I dare go to that zone?

Star's POV:

"....or had a thing for me" my cheeks felt hot as he said that. Did I like him? I mean, he was always sort of ho- I mean cute! I cannot use slang! I must not be of common language! I am a princess!

"Princess use tame speech!" I ended up saying the last part out loud, in my utter embarrassment. He gave me an odd look and I felt an explanation was needed. I took out a small embroidered cloth picture book from a hidden pocket in my dress and recited the text on each page.

A princess is tidy, a princess is calm

Wears lipstick by day, and at night lip balm

Is gentle of voice, but proclaims her power

Strong in mind, beautiful like a flower

But one above all, that a kingdom could beseech

Is that their princesses use tame speech.

"Wow, that's some serious brainwashing." He leaned closer to me and I felt my heart pounding.

"Hey! I made that booklet! It was a craft at St. Olga's Reform school..." Did they really brain wash me?

"Still don't explain the reason you said that."

"Doesn't" I corrected, hoping to buy myself some time. Unfortunately, he just stated at me, waiting for an answer.

"If you must know, I was thinking some rather un-princess like thoughts." I again used wishful thinking, in that that would be enough to appease Marco.

"Like what?" Oh how I despised his short sentences right now.

"Fine! I was thinking about...." I hesitated more and decided to spit it out. "You."

He stayed blank, and I grew scared of his reaction. It was not like him to delay his response. His face eventually turned into a smile, his usual brand, the kind that seemed ready to do something that could get him into trouble.

"What kinda things were ya thinking princess? Did you wanna press me against the wall? Did ya wanna look deep into my eyes? Put your hands on my face, and-" my face heated up at the thought, and covered my ears at the last part.

Marco's POV

"Put your hands on my face and snap my neck?" I was trying to be funny, but I didn't realize how serious she was. I looked over to Star and her hands were over her ears, with a redness coming over her. I hesitantly pulled her hands away. "My God, you actually do like me!"

"Well, what did you think I was saying loser?" She gave me a pouty face, that was just honestly a reason why I found her kind of attractive... Yah, that princess was one of those girls that just stuck in your head, if she said the word, I'd be her guy. Wait... she actually does like me! What do I do now?! I've never gotten this far with a girl!

"What now?" I managed to squeak. Freakn puberty, my everything was everywhere, including things that I had never even really known were possible to feel myself. I felt like the nerd I was supposed to be.

Star's eyes darted around. I almost swore the faded hearts on her cheeks turned to light bulbs for a split second. She saw my phone that I had put down next to me, and pulled out the earbuds. She pressed play on the screen and the soft music drifted into the air.

The Mewman princess stood and held out her hand. "Dance with me Marco?"

I took hold of it and stood up as well. "You know it's customary on earth for the guy to ask the girl to dance, right?"

"I don't think that this would have happened if I left it up to you."

I pulled her closer into a small two step style. "True, but why don't you give me a chance?"

And the music played, the couple swayed. As the beat of love danced in their hearts.

A/N: EEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!!! Yussss my lovelies!! STARCO!!!!! Man, this took forever to write, this drawing above seems to have been made ages ago.... who else loved the "Dang it Diaz!" line? I found it so funny!