You were at the Curtis house, reading a book with poems when you read a really beatiful poem.
"Wow, that was really pretty," you said to yourself.
"What was pretty," Steve asked, who was in the couch, waiting for Soda.
"Nothing," you said.
"Why don't you tell me?" He asked again.
"Because if I tell you you are going to say that I'm really girly or something" you explained.
"I promise that I won't laugh or say something," he promised.
"Okay..." you said and you read him the poem.
"That is not pretty," he replied.
"Um... I think that you have a rock instead of a heart, that's why you think it is not pretty" you told him.
"Y/N is right, that poem is really pretty" Pony said coming into the living room.
"Yeah, you say that because you like her," Steve said.
"No, he says that because he just thinks the poem it's pretty, right Pony?" You asked, but he didn't answered, he just looked at his feet, "Right?" You asked again, and after this he leaved the room.
"See, he likes you," Steve said.
"Shut up," you said and you went to pony's room. He was in his bed, with his hands in his face.
"Pony?" You asked, siting on the bed next to him, "is that true? Do you like me?"
"Yeah, but please, don't hate me" he said, still with his hands in his face.
"What, no, how could I hate you, plus, I like you too. I didn't tell you because I thought that you didn't feel the same way" you said making him look you.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yeah" you said smiling.
"Wow, this is one of the best days of my life" he said.
"Not yet" you replied.
"Why n..." and before he could finish the sentence, you kissed him. When you pulled away, you smiled at him.
"Okay, now, this sure is one of the best days of my life" he said and you giggled.
