He was the youngest. He was always the youngest, naïvest, in everything.

He was the youngest of his brothers, and the youngest in the group. And he despised being treated like a dumb, little kid of some sorts. He was in the intelligent's class, *with socs, for god's sake!

He was fourteen, and he clearly wasn't really understood by his brothers or the gang. —but, at least, his brothers tried—.

,,

And then It was you. You were the only girl in the group, or something like that, but just because Dallas was friends with you —which was a damn honour given he only likes girls to get laid—.

You were tall, and pretty and smart and hot and older, and god be damned if Pony didn't have the fatest crush on you ever—it was an "omg, it's a girl" kinda crush.

,,

He didn't even know how they had ended up like this. Giggling in the park behind a restaurant, at the late of night. The sky dark, the weather cold but comforting.

He was finally alone with you, and before he knew what was going on you two were sitting so close your thighs were touching —under the excuse that It was cold.

And then, he leaned in —he was in a trance— and kisses your right cheek. A small blush burning on his face, and when you didn't pull away he kept pressing kiss after kiss on your cheek.

He didn't even know why, but It just felt so damn right, his hand on your leg to help him lean closer. His lips affectionately leaving warm kiss after warm kiss on your cheek. —baby blue eyes looking at you under the dim light coming from the back of the restaurant.