Marc is 10 when he has his quote 'n quote "First Kiss". And while he believes first kisses never really stop happening, it was still his first kiss with this person and boy, why was his stomach all wonky?

Marc: 10

Evaline: 7

Todd: 5

Natasha: 2

Marc kept repeating himself all the time—he was done being a sibling. He was done. Mom and Dad should've stopped with Todd. The odds were in their favour, and that's what mattered... but now, now it wasn't! Natasha was two and while Marc liked her and everything, it still made the whole boys vs girls thing they had going in the house balanced again.

A balanced house sucked.

Although... Nat did stick with Marc in whatever he would choose. So he'd give his sister that much. Honorary team boys' representative! He liked the sound of that title. Eva and Mum though, now those two were a lost cause.

"Mom," Marc called out from the living room. His mother poked her head out of the kitchen doorway, her cat ears perking up. She used to force her ears up like that when they were younger. It would always make them laugh. He smiled at her non-the-less, "is Julius still coming over?"

Natasha was creeping towards him on all fours like the cat she believed herself to be. Well, she and Todd did have Mom's ears so they were more cat than Marc and Eva. She had to keep stopping to tuck her auburn hair behind her human ear—Marc fought of the urge to roll his eyes at her.

"Well, unless his Mom or Dad said otherwise I think he's still going to be coming."

Marc's worry didn't lessen; Dad and Roman weren't on speaking terms. He heard Mom and he having a stern conversation on how Julius' parents were providing a poisonous environment and that they worried that Julius would pick up his parent's prejudice views.

Marc did start picking up how Roman talked to his Dad, and he wasn't actually comfortable with it. Mom had told him to sock anyone who talked down at him for being a Faunus, but Dad wasn't doing the same to Roman when he got really bad.

Marc stopped calling Roman his uncle after turning seven and learning all about bullies and that 'you shouldn't put up with bullies'. He didn't know how Dad could do it sometimes, but if it meant that there was more of a chance that he could hang out with Julius then... well, he didn't want to say that it was a good thing. But it was, for him at least.

Roman never said anything 'snippy' towards Mom, or his siblings, or even Marc. Just Dad. And Dad would always say something equally as bad back to him so... ugh, Marc wasn't all that sure.

Nat's tiny little hand slapped his cheek, "Ow!" Marc snarled grabbing her little wrist and holding it. "That hurt!" he barred his teeth at the two year old and she whined pulling at her trapped limb with watery eyes. "You don't hit," he frowned smothering his anger as best as he could.

There came a knock at the door that his mother promptly took to getting while Marc scolded his sister.

"Marc, le'go" her little two year old voice whined as she gave her arm another little yank. "Sowrry, 'm sowrry," she whined out again. Marc nodded lifting her up and setting her on the couch where she quickly slid off and went back to sneaking around the living room like a cat.

"What was that all about?" Julius' voice drew his attention from his hyperactive sister to his best friend in the opening of the living room. Marc waved the comment off, "so are we going to your room or...?" Marc nodded, passing the orange haired boy in the hall and racing up the stairs.

He heard Julius' loud thumps behind him, "I'll call you down when supper's ready!" Mum called up to them just before Marc could slam his door.

"Okay Mom!" he called back before closing the door. He whipped around to grin at his best friend, Julius was already settled up in his mountain of pillows with Sir Lamb Chop in his lap. He was flicking the sheep's stick-like arms up and down with a concentrated look on his face.

"What's up?" Marc flopped down onto the bed and adjusting until he could look up at his best friend's face from the orange haired boy's lap.

Julius brushed Marc's hair back so it could curl around his growing horns, "do you like any girls?" He was now staring at the logo on Marc's shirt.

"Not really, no. I mean, sometimes they're pretty but most of the time it's just like 'ughh' and that's it." Marc shrugged watching Julius' expression to see if it changed at all. It only seemed to grow more closed off and confused. "What about you?"

That seemed to wake the boy out of his spell. Julius pursed his lips, golden yellow eyes finally meeting Marc's maroon. "I don't think I like girls," he whispered, like if anything above the sound would be heard by anyone else and judged.

"Do you want to try?"

"Wha?" Julius hissed back in confusion.

Marc sat up and sat facing his best friend, "like kissing. You should kiss me—see if you do like boys. And if you don't then..." Marc shrugged.

Julius licked his lips; the butterflies in his stomach flopping around fiercely. "But that's your first kiss!" he exclaimed before slapping his hand over his mouth and glancing at the door to the door. When no one came bursting in he lowered it, "but that'll be your first kiss!"

Marc shrugged, "I'll have lots of first kisses. This will be our first kiss, and when I kiss someone else then it'll be my first kiss with that person too. I mean, I kiss my Mom, Dad and siblings too so... a kiss is a kiss." He shrugged again, brushing his hair back and out of his face. He was thinking of getting his next hair cut like his Dad's—he liked his Dad's hair and it didn't have a habit of flopping back into his eyes.

"That's not the sa—mmpf!"

Both their lips were chapped and everything was so incredibly awkward—like most kisses tended on being. Neither saw or felt fireworks go off behind their eyelids, like they heard girls at school say, they didn't feel much of anything other than chapped lips pressing against each other and a roll in their stomach that neither could place. Was it normal to have your stomach roll and flop around all weird?

Maybe Marc would ask Mom tomorrow after Julius left to go back home.

They both pulled away slowly, eyes snapping open as soon as the connection was lost. They settled back into a seated position where they just stared at each other for nearly five minutes.

"Gross!" the both exclaimed breaking eye contact.

Both were lying.