"No no no, you don't understand-" there he goes again.
Taurtis was never not on one of his tangents.

Even on nights such as this one where the Watcher stood over them gaslighting their dad while their dad gripped her arm, likely bruising her.

"If an unmovable object and an unstoppable object collide wouldn't one of them break?" Taurtis continued.

"I guess," Zee hummed, his fingers running through Salem's hair.
"Like a bullet? You know how they shatter upon impact with something?" B offered.
"No, cause that would mean the unstoppable object would be stopped, hence not an unstoppable object," Martyn butted in.

"Wouldn't it tear through the unmovable object?" Solidarity offered, "that way the unstoppable object wouldn't stop and the unmovable object still would move. It would just have a hole in it instead."

"Ok, I'm done with this!" Grian announced, pushing himself up.
He yanked his charger from his phone, shoving it into his pocket. He pulled his hood up over his blond hair and grabbed a pair of sunglasses.

"Where are you going?" Taurtis asked.
"Out of this stupid house. There's a party tonight," Grian answered evenly.
"Any of you coming?" Grian asked.

"Count me in!" Tom agreed gleefully.
B and Martyn hopped up a moment later too.
"I dunno..." Zee stammered, twisting one of his rings on his index finger.

"Can I drink?" Mini asked.
"No!" Salem replied letting Zee finish the braid and tie it up with a pink bow before standing up.
"Whaaaat?! Why not?" Mini whined.
"Oh, I don't know, because you're 12!" Salem shot back.

"You coming or not?" Grian huffed.
"Fiiine!" Mini agreed, hopping up and slipping his shoes on.
Zee's eyes darted around the room, desperately landing on the other 2 triplets.

Pearl was already pulling a hoodie over her brown hair and Solidarity was shoving his foot into his shoe.
"Ugh, fine! But only because I don't want to be here alone."

••••

"Nevermind! Nevermind! I wanna go home!" Zee complained.
Taurtis nudged the 13-year-old closer to the mansion that stood atop a slight hill.
Most of the people there were either full-blown adults or they were teenagers.
Though it was very noticeable how very few of the teens were conversing with the adults.

"Just- act chill!" Grian assured.

••••

"I regret my life! Whoo!" Grian joked.
A moment later he tripped right into some other kid.
"Ha! Sorry!" Grian laughed, righting himself.
"Are you..... wearing heels?" The boy asked.
Grian grinned back at him.
"A dare!" Grian replied.

"They look good on you," the ravenette complimented.
"Thanks! I feel thexy!" Grian joked and forced himself to stand.
Thank g*d for this dude, willingly being his guard rail.

"Need a little help there?" The boy chuckled.
"Nah, I'm-" Grian looked up and made eye contact with the boy.

He had black hair, the beginnings of a mustache, long *ss eyelashes, careful caramel eyes, and was at least half a foot taller than Grian even in heels.
"You're tall as f*ck."

The boy let out a staggering laugh and a soft red dusted his cheeks.
"Yeah... I get that a lot.." The boy murmured.
Grian chuckled and reached up to boop his nose.
"Are you- uh.... Have you had something to drink? Like- uh- you know that's only for people 21 and up, right?" The boy stammered his eyes darting about.

"Pft, I know! And no, I haven't! I'm just naturally this special~!" Grian chuckled, "and traumatized but that's a different can of worms."
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize we were opening cans of worms-" the boy rambled.

Grian laughed.
"I like you, you're really cute!" He hummed.
"U-uh- you think so?" The boy asked.
"Yeah!" Grian nodded enthusiastically.

"W-wow- thanks," the boy went down into a mumble.
Grian cocked his head, much like a bird. Suddenly a song began and Grian's heart leapt into his throat and he got the jitters.
"Oh! Oh! I love this song!" Grian cooed bouncing from toe to toe.

"O-oh! Wanna dance?" The boy offered, holding his hand out to Grian.
Grian kicked the heels off and grabbed the boy's arm dragging him towards the center of the room.

"I'd love to~"

••••

Mumbo definitely feels like he's taking advantage of the situation...

THAT SOUNDS WRONG! No! Not like that! I mean- oh g*d...

Ok.
Mumbo is a smart kid.
Naive but smart.

He could tell you the exact formula for making sure Redstone doesn't blow up in your face.
He could tell you how far a repeater gets you compared to a normal red stone signal.
He can tell the diameter of a circle and how much red stone you'd need to make that circle glow. Or make that circle open up like a trap door.

He could also tell you exactly who everyone in the room was.
Like Avery Snodenberg and her boyfriend, Collin Thomas, huddled in the corner of the room clearly high.
Or Mumbo's older brother Iskall and his girlfriend Stress trying to sneak away up to Iskall's room.
And he sure as h*ll could recognize Grian Xelqua Evolution walking through the room with bright red heels on.

Mumbo had- er has had a crush on Grian for... Ehhhh probably his whole life?
He doesn't remember when exactly it started though his oldest brother Tin claims it started in Preschool. Apparently Tin had picked him up and the first thing he had said was something along the line of "I've found my soulmate!"
At least, that's what Tin claims.

On the other hand, Iskall is pretty sure it started near the end of first grade. His only proof being the next year in second, Mumbo found out they weren't sharing a class together and threw a major tantrum.

Mumbo vaguely remembers that...

Though Mumbo likes to think he got the crush when he was in 5th grade. Grian having been the only kid to not shame him for being younger and yet smarter than the other fifth graders.

Fifth graders are mean, man...
Mumbo remembers giving him a fake flower and his face feeling super hot for the rest of the day after that.
It felt... Important somehow.

He also remembers trying to cheer him up the next day and him telling him they couldn't be around each other because "dad gets real mean!".
He also vaguely remembers being sworn to secrecy for... Something...

Anyways! That's not the point.
The point is, Grian is gorgeous and they haven't properly spoken other than a single group project since 5th grade. And Mumbo is determined to fix that!

So yeah... Mumbo feels like he took advantage of the situation by purposefully getting up behind him while he was walking backward.

And- I mean at first, he was planning on it being a talk! You know like a casual, maybe a bit awkward "hey sorry for bumping into you. Isn't the weather great?" Talk.
Sure it wouldn't have satisfied his desire to be close. To hold and kiss and talk for hours with the boy but... A talk would do.
Anything really.

This though?
This was a complete surprise.

Honestly! It was!

Mumbo had no clue Grian was a good dancer! Ok... That's a lie. He had seen him at the Christmas and Halloween festivals before but still! It was different when you were dancing with him!

He feels like a complete spoon next to him.

"There you go! You catch on quick, don't cha'?" Grian laughed.
Oh, dear... Mumbo's face is hot again!
"Th-thanks!" Mumbo stammered.
Stupid stupid stupid!

Grian chuckled. His laugh was like a bird's song. Soft, upbeat, even when in the worst of moods or the worst of weather.
"Hey, so what's your name?" Grian asked.

Ah, sh*t.

"Uh... You can call me MJ!" Mumbo offered.
Grian purred softly.
"Ok, you can call me G then, MJ!" Grian laughed.
"Ok!" Mumbo nodded.
Did his stomach always feel like this? He didn't know how to explain it. It was like it dropped to his feet before being launched into anti-gravity.

The song changed but the dance kept up.
Grian let out a startled laugh when Mumbo tripped and brought Grian down on top of him.

"Sorry," Mumbo let out a soft squeaky apology.
Grian's eyes turned soft and in a moment where everything felt too fast and far far too slow, Mumbo could feel their lips connect.

When his eyes opened again he found Grian panting softly above him, his breath hot against his face.
"Sorry, I don't know what that was," Grian whispered.
"I don't mind," Mumbo whispered and the boy let out a slightly startled laugh.
"Well uh... Good!"

Grian kissed him again but before they could go any longer than the briefest of kisses someone yelled out, "COPS!"

Grian jumped slightly and launched himself off of Mumbo.
"Whoa- wait!" Mumbo tried to stop him but he found himself alone, sitting on the floor of his living room.

The room still danced with lights but the song had quieted down a bit.
Mumbo reached up. Was his hair messy? He fixed his sweatshirt sleeve, it having slipped down from his shoulder to mid-bicep.
Oh, g*d was he blushing?!

His hands felt so cold against his hot face. He was definitely blushing.
"Betcha it was that stupid f*cking Chief again," Hypno grumbled from the hallway outside of the living room.
Mumbo didn't dare move though.
"We got permission from everyone! Parents, neighbors, cops! We even made sure none of the minors drank anything!" Impulse listed off angrily.

Mumbo listened as they walked past, their feet heavy.
Mumbo's hands slipped off his face. One landing in his lap the other returning to his face to rest at his lips.

Did that really just happen? Did he imagine it? That would be pretty f*cking embarrassing if he just imagined it.

"Mumbo?"
Mumbo snapped his attention up, his eyes meeting with his wheelchair-bound brother.
Scar was 27 now. A year behind the quadruplets but sat snugly with 2 hours ahead of his twin BDubs.

"You good?" Scar asked.
"I think I just hallucinated or something..." Mumbo murmured and Scar snickered.
"You didn't take anything, did you?" Scar asked.
"No!"
"Didn't drink?"
"No!"
"Then you probably didn't hallucinate," Scar reasoned.

"So I imagined it then?" Mumbo asked.
"What are you freaking out about exactly?" Scar huffed.
"I just- he- i- ugh! I'm going to my room!" Mumbo stammered before giving up.

Scar gave his second youngest sibling a soft look as he climbed up and rushed out of the room through the second entrance.

"That was odd, right?" Scar asked, turning to Cub who had paused to watch the exchange.
"I'm getting a distinct impression that Mumbo just had his first kiss," Cub cooed jokingly.
Scar gasped and let out a laugh in surprise.

There was no way!
...
Right?

••••

"Did you see that?!" Mini laughed.
"They were right there! Like, we just missed him! He just missed us?" Mini rambled.
"Ok, ok, off to bed!" Salem insisted.
Grian chuckled and slipped back into the basement.

There he flopped down onto his bed. His eyes glazed over as he looked over to the empty wall.
G*d, he was an idiot.
An absolute idiot!

Yet when he closed his eyes... All he saw was MJ's face.
The soft blush coated his cheeks like messy icing. He couldn't stop thinking of the way his mustache was just long enough not to scratch irritatingly at Grian's upper lip. Oh g*d, he tasted of marshmallows and chocolate!

When was the last time Grian has had smores?
Huh...
He should have those more often.
Especially if they'd taste like that.

Aaaaahhh!

Grian kicked his legs, accidentally knocking a squishmellow off the end of his bed.
Is he gonna need a larger bed...
Wait!

Nope! We are not gonna go there! We aren't even close to that level yet. No f*cking thanks!
At least find out his real name before thinking of changing something in your room for him! Idiot.

Ok, maybe he'll consider getting a bigger bed...
But not for MJ!
Just cuz he's got too many stuffies!
Shut up!

Grian rolled on his stomach and screamed into his pillow. This wasn't gonna go anywhere, he could tell.

No matter how much he really really wanted it to go somewhere.
Grian climbed up out of bed, flicked his light off, and climbed under his covers once more.

"Stupid stupid brain!"