“Alright, dipshits! Listen up! This is my baby cuz, Connor! Baby cuz, meet the gang!”

Henry presented a boy to you, Belch, Victor and Patrick with ocean blue eyes, curly blonde hair with a side part, freckles like sand specks and full lips. He was wearing a stripey tee with some jeans, converse and a dark green buttoned jacket.

“Hey! Baby cuz meets baby cuz!”

Belch laughed, shoving you. Being Belch’s younger cousin was cool, he took you out for rides sometimes with the Gang. But this? This was not cool. You didnt need some snot-nosed, smug, zit-wearing bastard to try tell you whats wrong and whats right.