"Butterflies" [1/1]

Title: "Butterflies"
Pairing: SixYearOld!David/SevenYearOld!Pierre
Rating: G, a PG at the most.
Summary: "Could I kiss you, maybe? To see what it's like." Pierre almost choked on his own breath, he wasn't sure if David had really asked such a thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people mentioned, especially in child form, that'd be... kinda weird.
A/N: I'm sorry, but this idea came to mind as soon as I saw this. Seriously, how can you not aww over that? This is set in 1986, just in case anyone wondered.


David Desrosiers was a very pretty boy.

Pierre couldn't tell if he was jealous about that or not. He slumped down on the swing, resting his head against the rope as he watched David make daisy-chains in the middle of the lawn. He wasn't a real boy, Pierre thought. Boys don't pick flowers. David liked cleaning too, during the rare times when he came inside, he'd follow Pierre's mother around with a duster. Pierre knew there was something strange about that kid, ever since he first came over, but Pierre liked it.

Now he realises that it was the parents' fault. They were always working, that's why David was over all the time.

David was a very quiet kid, always out in the garden, picking flowers or rolling around in the mud. When he left he'd be covered in grass stains and dirt. Pierre guessed that David rarely went outside, so he probably loved it whenever he came over. His skin reflected that, it was ghostly pale, contrasting with his dark eyes and floppy hair.

"He should get a hair-cut really," Pierre's mother had said, "His parents probably don't have the time, poor thing." Pierre really liked David's hair, it was shiny and dark, unlike his own which was bland and mousey-brown at the time. Pierre longed to touch it, but didn't want to ask.

David's voice was rarely heard, he muttered please's and thankyou's whenever he needed something, but never spoke properly, even when Pierre tried his hardest to make conversation. Pierre jumped off of the swing and sat down next to David, who was too enthralled by his daisy's to even notice the older boy beside him.

"How d'you do that?" Pierre asked, hoping to get a response this time. David jumped in suprise, his hazel eyes wide and unblinking from behind his hair. Pierre waited a moment, tapping his foot against the ground and giving David time to answer, but he didn't reply. Pierre sighed and gave up, leaving the garden and entering his house.

From his bedroom window, Pierre could still see David, head bowed low as he concentrated on his daisy-chain. He wanted nothing more than for David to speak to him, and sighed as he leant his chin on his upturned hand, elbow resting on the window-sill. He jumped when he heard a knock at his open door, it was his brother, Jay.

"Staring at the weird kid again?" he asked with a grin.

"No," Pierre replied quickly, shaking his head.

"You lie, young one," Jay laughed, "It's almost like you have a crush on him." Pierre stuck out his tongue, trying to ignore the weird feeling in his stomach.

"I don't even like girls like that, Jay!"

Jay smirked, leaving and closing Pierre's door behind himself. Pierre returned to the window, watching as the sun began to set, the light made David's hair shine, a white band glowing around his crown. Pierre heard his mother call David inside and watched as his face fell. That kid really was born to be outside, he rarely moved from the garden, sometimes, you could have mistaken him for a lawn ornament.

Minutes later, Pierre's mother entered his room, with David at her side. His head was bowed low, staring at his feet, still clutching his daisy-chain tight.

"David's dad is running late," Pierre's mother said, "Since you're around the same age, do you think you can look after him whilst I'm cooking, Pierre?"

Pierre nodded dumbly, he'd never had David in his room before, and felt strangely nervous about him being there. His mother smiled gratefully and left, leaving David where he was. He looked up, glaring at Pierre with wide, unblinking eyes. Pierre felt a little uneasy with him staring at him like that.

"Can you stop?" he asked. David blinked quickly in shock, directing his gaze back to his grass-covered shoes.

"Sorry," he said. Pierre was taken aback. That was the first time David had used a voice anything above a whisper.

"You can sit down, you know?" Pierre gestured towards his bed. David nodded, and shuffled forward slowly before sitting himself down. Pierre rolled his tongue around in his mouth, unsure of what to say. He didn't really know what David liked, so there wasn't really anything to build a conversation on. David began picking a thread at the bottom of his shorts, his daisy-chain laid neatly beside his leg. Pierre looked around his room, trying to find something to occupy the pair of them.

On top of his TV, he noticed his new video, Back To The Future. His Dad had taken him to see it at the movies when it was released the year before. Pierre loved it, and was so excited when he'd been given a copy of the tape for his birthday. He jumped off of the bed and grabbed the case.

"Wanna watch this?" he asked. David eyed the cover dubiously, Michael J. Fox standing infront of a car with fire running between his legs and a worried look on his face didn't exactly say fluffy bunnies and a happy ending.

"What's it about?"

"This scientist guy who turns a DeLorean into a time machine," Pierre shrugged, removing the video and dropping the case next to David, who picked it up and read the back with squinted eyes. Pierre slipped the tape into his VCR, turned the TV on, and pressed play.

"Wouldn't it be cool if you really could go back in time?" Pierre asked, turning to David who'd been silent for the last five minutes, not that it was anything new.

"Yeah, I guess," David replied, eyes never leaving the screen. A few minutes into the film, just after the scene where Marty's girlfriend, Jennifer, turned up, David gasped lightly.

"What's up?" Pierre asked, pausing the movie for a moment.

"They kissed!" David whispered, as if it was the most horrible, disgusting thing in the whole world.

"So? People kiss all the time, it's no big deal." David blinked a couple of times, shifting his gaze around the room.

"Have you ever kissed anyone, Pierre?" Pierre gave him a blank stare, feeling embarrassed about being asked such a question. He was only seven, and he knew for sure that he didn't like girls.

"No," he whispered, "Have you?" David giggled a little, his cheeks flushing.

"No, I wouldn't know where to start."

"It seems pretty easy," Pierre mused, "You just have to, I don't know, make your lips like this..." Pierre made a face like a fish, sucking his cheeks in way too much, which caused David to chuckle, almost rolling onto his side.

"You look funny." Pierre grinned, his chest feeling a little tight after hearing David's laugh. He felt strange, he'd never experienced a feeling like that before, his stomach felt as though it was doing back-flips inside his body.

"Butterflies," his mother had called it. Pierre usually got that feeling when he was nervous, but he wasn't nervous at all, more excited than anything. He felt good. About David's laugh, about his smile, and the way he had to blow his hair from his face every now and then.

"I bet kisses are nice though," David said, cocking his head to one side and staring up at Pierre's wall, which was plastered with Looney Tunes posters.

"Yeah, probably," Pierre agreed. There was an awkward silence in the room, the air felt thick and weighted, adding to the sickly feeling in Pierre's stomach.

"Could I kiss you, maybe? To see what it's like." Pierre almost choked on his own breath, he wasn't sure if David had really asked such a thing.

"What? You're a boy! I'm a boy, we can't do that!" Pierre's eyes were so wide that David was afraid that they might fall from their sockets.

"So?" David whispered, "My sister said you kiss people that you like, and I think I like you, sorta."

"But, but-" Pierre was in shock, the prospect of a girl wanting to kiss him was daunting, let alone another boy. He was seven and shouldn't need to be thinking, or even worrying about such things. David was biting his lip, clearly embarrassed and full of regret. Pierre felt sick, he wanted to run away, cry, and say yes all at the same time. His young brain couldn't handle it.

"It doesn't matter," David whispered, turning to get off the bed, but Pierre caught his wrist before he could leave.

"It's OK," Pierre said, averting his gaze, then looking at David again. "Your sister is right, you do kiss people you like. My mom said it doesn't matter who you like, your heart decides stuff like that, right?" David nodded, feeling confused about Pierre's precocious little speech. "I like you too, I suppose," Pierre dropped David's arm and looked away, "So it doesn't matter if we're both boys." David nodded again. "So I can kiss you, but only once."

David swung his legs over the side of Pierre's bed, ready to leave again, but Pierre stood up and moved infront of him, so he couldn't leave. David looked nervous, so did Pierre, but that didn't stop him. He licked his lips gently, and leant in towards David, shutting his eyes because he was just that nervous. David's breath hitched just as Pierre's lips met his own. The kiss, if you could call it that, was soft, gentle and chaste. Neither of them moving or breathing.

Pierre soon pulled back, sucking his lips into his mouth until you couldn't see them anymore.

"That was... nice?" David whispered.

"Yeah," Pierre replied, "It was."

Footsteps could be heard from outside the room, and Pierre's mother was soon in the doorway, eyeing the boys dubiously. Pierre turned to her and grinned, it was forced, but her face soon returned to it's normal state.

"David, your dad's outside, hun."

"OK," he whispered, jumping off the bed, "Bye, Pierre."

"Yeah, bye."

David left with Pierre's mother, leaving Pierre alone in his room. He sat down on his bed, breathing heavily. He didn't regret what he did, but he did feel weird about it. He knew that is was strange to like another boy, and if anyone found out about the "kiss", he'd be made fun of and picked on for the rest of his life, so he told himself he'd never do it again, he'd be David's best friend, that's all. In the back of his mind, he secretly couldn't wait for David to come over again.

Pierre knew he shouldn't have kissed him, he knew it was weird, and maybe... unnatural, but he liked it, and he wanted it, he knew he did.

And that thought had scared him more than anything.

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A/N: I honestly don't think that was my best, it's the quickest fic I've ever written. I'm thinking that this could carry on, maybe when they're a little bit older, but I'll see what people think first. :)

Edit: I've just started writing the sequel, I'm a little stuck for ideas but it should be done, soon-ish. It'll be a lot longer, too.

And thanks for the support! =D