I read a fanfiction with this kind of format for the anime series Naruto, and I just had to try it for myself. Right now, I have no idea how many chapters this is going to be—I'm thinking about six, give or take a few. If anyone has some ideas for a couple of good situations, I'd be more than happy to hear them and add them to what I already have planned. But, until then, sit back and enjoy. :D

Warnings: Boy/Boy fluff. Don't like it, don't read it. (And don't you dare say I didn't warn you—it's right here in bold letters.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anybody from Super 8, I'm just using them for my own amusement.

Their first kiss happened when they were seven. Both boys had just entered the first grade, and even then Cary was smaller than everybody else in their class. He and Joe shared a cubby at the back of the room despite their seats being far apart, and they met there often to excitedly chatter in the way that all kids do. Their topics ranged from sports, to fireworks, to bugs, to worms, to dinner, to crayons, to 'Hey, did you see Justin pull Caitlin's hair?' because he liked her but didn't want her to know.

The small blond was sitting next to his dark haired friend on the blue carpeted floor during craft time when he saw them. Through the open door and down the narrow poster-decorated hallway was a couple holding hands. They looked like older kids, maybe in fourth or fifth grade—and Cary thought that was weird because their classrooms were on the other side of the school. He pointed this out to Joe, and he said it was weird too. So, like spies, they tiptoed closer to the door and watched.

The girl nervously played with her hair, shifting her weight from foot-to-foot as she quietly conversed with the boy in front of her. They were too far away for Cary to hear what they were saying, but their body language got the message across clear. The boy wrapped his arms around the girl, giving her a long hug before gently tilting her head up and pressing his lips against hers. Joe gasped.

"Are they kissing?" he hissed with wide eyes.

"I-I think so. Right there in the hallway too. I mean, a teacher could see!"

"Wow…"

"Mrs. Burke! Joe and Cary are tryin' to sneak away!" Karra Roberts yelled in her whiny, high pitched voice. The boys groaned in frustration.

"She's such a tattle-tale!" the blond exclaimed.

"Cary, Joe. Come over here. You both know better than that," Mrs. Burke scolded in a caring voice. She was a plump woman, with bright green eyes and curly brown hair, and all the students liked her because she didn't holler at you if you did something wrong.

"Yes, Ma'am," Joe politely answered, getting up and nudging his friend on the shoulder to tell him to follow. Cary took one last look at the affectionate pair before sighing and trudging his way to the teacher's desk.

It was recess when it took place. Charles had just instigated a rowdy game of Cops and Robbers and Joe and Cary were the bad guys. They all ran around, making a ruckus as they loudly faked gunfire and recited lines from the latest movies. Joe charged through the sandbox, cleverly evading police and nearly running a tiny girl over in the process. Base was the cement platform behind the music room, a building that was a good basketball court distance away. That's where he and Cary would take a breather and plan their escape while their plump friend tried to lure them out. He could see the shorter boy out of the corner of his eye, pushing his legs as fast as they would go, rolling and dodging more than what was really necessary. He liked that about Cary—he exaggerated. He made things more fun.

The boys tore through the blacktop, interrupting games of hopscotch and foursquare on their quest for freedom. The music room was close: Four feet, three feet, two feet—jump over a stray ball—six inches, safe! The robbers high-fived, laughing as Charles's wound his siren effect down and ordered them to come out with their hands up. Cary had to rest his hands on his knees as he gasped for air, and Joe had a sharp stitch in his side, but to them it was worth it.

"We're awesome, man!" the shorter boy exclaimed, looking up at his friend through dark eyelashes.

"I know, right! Did you see Kimmy's face when Charles almost ran over her?"

"She was so mad!"

They laughed again, faces turning red and stomachs aching so bad that they had to sit down. Joe had sweat dripping from his hair, a side effect of Ohio's humid August heat. He wiped a hand over his forehead to keep it from running into his eyes.

"Hey," Cary muttered, still breathing heavy and pointing off in the distance. "Isn't that the girl from earlier?" The brunette squinted, and sure enough, it was her. And like before, she was toying with her hair and holding hands, only this time it was with a different boy.

"Yeah. What happened to the other guy?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I dunno," Joe sniffed, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

"I can't believe they kissed right in the middle of the hallway," Cary said, shaking his head in disbelief. He wasn't used to seeing public displays of affection, not even from his own parents.

"I can't believe they were kissing." The taller boy had seen his parents kiss before, along with a few people on TV, but that's about it.

"What's the big deal anyway? It looks…gross."

"Preston said it's supposed to feel good. Like…you see sparks or something."

"How would Preston know? He's never even talked to a girl."

"I don't know. That's just what he told me."

An easy silence fell over playground, and Cary toyed with the hem of his shirt as he shook one foot with restless energy. Blue eyes peeked to the side, examining his companion.

"Did he say what kind of sparks? You know, like fireworks?" he asked, chewing on his lower lip, revealing large, crooked front teeth. He had lost them both at the same time in Kindergarten; years before other kids even started losing theirs. Sometimes they made fun of him—giggling and telling him he looked like a rabbit. He acted like it didn't bother him, but the first time it happened he fled to the bathroom and cried. Joe was the only person that went after him.

"No, I think he meant more like…you feel tingles."

"Oh…well…have you ever kissed anyone? Someone that's not family?" he asked, releasing his shirt to wring his hands together.

"No!" Joe exclaimed, head shooting up from where he'd been staring at an ant on the ground. "Have you?"

"No!"

"O-okay…"

"Yeah…"

Both stared at each other with huge eyes, and for the first time in his life Joe noticed that Cary had a light dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks. They hurriedly looked away, only to make eye contact again a few second later. The silence between them was no longer comfortable, and instead was extremely awkward. The taller boy scratched uncomfortably at his head.

"D-do you wanna...?" Joe questioned, making and odd gesture with his arms.

"I…I dunno. D-do you?"

"I dunno…"

Silence fell again, and they could both hear Charles shouting orders to the rest of his team on the other side of the building.

"M-maybe…once…just to…ya know…" Cary offered, bashfully looking down and rubbing his knuckles together.

"T-to try it…" the brunette finished.

"Yeah…to see what the big deal is."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Joe slowly turned his body so that they were facing one another, legs criss-crossed and knees touching. The smaller boy's heart pounded in his chest and his gut twisted itself into knots that made him feel like he was about to puke. His eyes darted to his friend's lips, and they looked soft and pink and slightly moist.

"I-I don't know what to do," Joe admitted, anxiously tapping his fingers on his legs.

"Well, what do the adults do?" Cary probed, not willing to admit that he was just as clueless.

"We're supposed to close our eyes…I know that part."

"How am I supposed to find you if my eyes are closed?"

"I don't know…just go straight?"

"Then what?"

"Then…our lips touch. And…that's it."

"A-alright," Cary stuttered, leaning down a little more so he wouldn't be able to miss. Joe mimicked the action, making sure that their faces were only inches apart. "On the count of three?"

"One…" Joe began, letting out a shaky breath.

"Two…" Cary mumbled, wetting his mouth.

"Three." Eyes snapped shut and the kids shot forward, lips connecting in a quick pop kiss. The blonde's head swam and his pulse roared in ears, drowning out their surroundings completely. The next second, his was sitting straight up, staring at Joe, who looked almost as shocked as he felt.

"D-did it happen?" the brunette questioned. "I don't…remember anything."

"I don't either. I think…I think I passed out."

"Me too."

"Should we…try again?"

"P-Probably," Cary said with an unsteady shrug.

"Okay…On three again?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "One…"

"Two…"

"Three!"

This kiss was longer than the first, and to Cary, it seemed to last forever. The mouth against his became the center of his universe, and all he was aware of was a certain pair of warm, petal soft lips. Joe's lips. Tingles shot through his body, fierce and strong like a bolt of lightning—spreading heat down to his fingers and his toes whilst cool chills raced up his spine. So this is what Preston had been talking about…these were the sparks. The boys parted with a small 'pop', and Joe had to brace himself by holding on to one of Cary's shoulders. He looked more dazed now than he had before. Blue eyes locked onto brown, and the blonde's heart fluttered.

"T-that was…" Joe couldn't even finish his sentence.

"I-it was…" Cary nodded.

A shrill whistle was blown three times, echoing back so all the kids could hear it. The ground duty was signaling the end of recess.

"Aw, man!" Charles complained, stomping around to grab his friends. "What took you guys so long? We didn't get to finish our game!"

"Uh…w-we were just—" The taller boy sputtered, but the rest of his excuse was cut off.

"Whatever, we'll finish it later. C'mon, let's go. I don't wanna get in trouble." He grabbed Joe's collar and tugged him to his feet. Stunned, Cary simply followed.

Tada! All fluffy and sweet and probably full of grammatical errors. I hate begging, but please review. It brings so much joy to my heart. Also, fill free to let me know if you found any mistakes. I like to go back and fix them. Until next time! :D