Author's note: Sorry for the hiatus, and the fact that the last chapter was so short. Here's the next chapter of Firsts.

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The bus pulled up to the bus stop. Cuddles, Toothy, Giggles, and the gang got off. The blonde boy hugged Toothy goodbye and rushed home. He was excited to get home to open presents and see his cake.

Cuddles opened the door and entered with a slight skip in his step. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his backpack off on a chair. The blonde was puzzled. His parents weren't in their usual places.

"Mom, Dad?" Cuddles shouted out.

"In the kitchen," his dad's gruff voice yelled back.

He sounded angry. Cuddles hesitantly entered the kitchen. His dad paced back and forth across the small room. His mom was sitting at the table with her hands in her lap. The older man stopped when the blonde boy entered the room. He cleared his throat.

"Since when have you been gay?" His dad asked.

Cuddles just stared in shock, not completely processing what his dad just asked.

"Gregory," his mom said angrily. "Don't ask so bluntly."

"I just want to know why my son has gone queer."

"Don't call him that."

"Toothy made you that way, didn't he?"

"Gregory!"

"Toothy didn't make me gay, I liked Toothy before I knew he was gay too," Cuddles interrupted.

His dad didn't acknowledge him.

"I'm going to keep this from getting worse," his dad said.

"What is wrong with it?" His mom countered. "It's still love!"

His parents continued arguing back and forth. His dad kept on calling Cuddles names like queer and sissy, which made his mom even angrier. Cuddles' eyes teared up but he stayed quiet.

Suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. The blonde boy slipped out of the house and jumped on his skateboard. Cuddles rode off, trying to get as far away from his arguing parents as he could. The sound of the wheels against the pavement calmed him some, but he still could hear his father's insults in his mind.

Cuddles' flight took him on the familiar route to Toothy's house. He had to see the buck-toothed boy. Toothy always knew how to calm him down. The familiar door soon was in front of him. He hesitantly knocked on the door and tried to pull himself together. Toothy's mom opened the door and smiled. She hugged him.

"There's my little boy's boyfriend," she said happily.

She suddenly felt something wet on her face and realized the young boy was crying.

"What's the matter Cuddles?" She asked.

"My... my dad was angry... he found out... and yelled at me for liking Toothy."

Toothy's mom looked at him in shock. She hugged him tighter.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I told your parents. I didn't expect him to act that way."

"You wouldn't have known."

"Come on in. You can stay the night if you want."

Cuddles followed her into the house. She yelled out for Toothy. There was a bang upstairs. Toothy hopped down the stairs humming a song. As soon as he saw Cuddles he broke into a smile. He tackle-hugged the blonde-haired boy, nearly knocking him over.

"Hiya Cuddles!" The purple-haired boy said excitedly.

Cuddles sniffled and hugged him back. Toothy frowned slightly when he noticed Cuddles was crying. The buck-toothed boy led the blonde boy upstairs. He closed the door behind them.

"What's the matter?" Toothy asked.

"My dad hates me for liking you," Cuddles answered sadly.

Toothy hugged him again.

"Just ignore him... he's just a homophobe."

"I know... I'm just afraid he'll try to separate us."

"My parents won't let him."

"But what... what if he tries to get Mr. Mole to separate us at school?"

"You know Mr. Mole, I doubt he would."

"Yeah..."

"I won't let him do that. We'll find a way."

Toothy's mom called them down for dinner. Before they ate they said a prayer and Toothy and his family sang "Happy Birthday" to Cuddles. Cuddles found himself forgetting, at least for a little while, his parent's fight. He went to bed content. Him and Toothy cuddled up against each other and soon fell asleep.

Cuddles woke up the next morning to an alarm clock. Toothy's head was on his chest. He yawned and stretched some. He felt in a really good mood. Suddenly what his dad said yesterday hit him, and his eyes began tearing up again. Toothy stirred on top of him, and he heard a tiny little yawn.

"Morning Cuddles," said the purple-haired boy from on top of him.

"Morning," Cuddles said back, sniffling a little.

Toothy got off of Cuddles and looked at him with a worried look.

"Still upset?" He asked.

Cuddles just nodded. Toothy helped the blonde to his feet. The buck-toothed boy pulled out some clothes and got changed. Cuddles couldn't help but watch him out of the corner of his eye. The boy was kinda thin but he already had some muscle developing. Toothy caught him staring and smirked.

"Like what you see?"

Cuddles blushed and smiled. Toothy laughed and finished getting himself dressed. He dug through his drawers some more, but he frowned like he couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Would you be OK not changing today? I don't have any clothes that would fit you…"

"Yeah," Cuddles answered. "I'm cool with it."

Both boys rushed downstairs. Toothy's mom already had breakfast ready for the two boys. They finished up and got everything ready for school. It was nice out, so Cuddles and Toothy decided to walk.

A few minutes later they were standing front of the school. Cuddles laughed at one of the purple-haired boy's jokes. He cut off and stared at the parking lot in front of the school. Toothy followed his gaze and noticed a red car parked there. The blonde boy's breathe starting going faster and he had a terrified expression on his face. He looked at Toothy and mouthed "it's my dad." The buck-toothed boy grabbed Cuddles' hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"We'll deal with together, OK?" He said.

Cuddles nodded and squeezed Toothy's hand back. The two walked into the school.