Year 1884.

Charles always lived in Texas as long as he remembered but don't get him wrong, he was Monegasque and not American. He moved away because his mother Mary was very pious and thought that Texas was more rolling with her belief and faith because for her French weren't pious enough. Not enough religious class there. Poor Mary tried to get them to believe in god but none of her children was a believer. Charles thought that God was a joke, almost like the fairy god mother. His brother Sheldon who was a genius and a bit of a knew it all that was always trying, at 12 years old, to convince his mother that God wasn't real else everything could happen. And finally Missy, Charles' little sister, was herself laughing at God's face, her prayers were never answered.

A few weeks ago, new neighbors moved next door and Mary decided to go and great them, bringing Charles and Missy with her. Obviously not Sheldon or he would have to say something absolutely horrible. "Oh Charles ! I am sure that they are charming !" Mary said cheerfully. "I heard they had a lovely son." She chuckled nervously. "Please get along with him for my sake." Charles wanted to yawn already. Like ... ugh. If his mother had heard he was lovely then he was pious. "Please mom ... Can Charles be the only one to meet them ?" Missy asked but Mary gave her a cold glare. "Okay ..." Missy sighed. Charles was already imagining the son. Someone with a stick up his ass. The stereotype of the good faithful boy with a light blue shirt, cream linnen pants with combed hair and a crucifix. The perfect boy for his mother. But instead, when they knocked, it was a beautiful boy with messy brown hair, a black leather jacket, a black turtle neck and black pants. He looked hella hot. Mary's jaws hung law, looking shocked and very disturbed because the son was nothing but a sin for sure in her mind.