“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls wewe up. wewe find his eyes, and wewe see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” wewe blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” wewe say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if wewe did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” wewe grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings wewe to the camp?”’
“But what?” wewe ask. wewe were lying on the kitanda inayofuata to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”
“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt wewe hurt you.”
“What do wewe mean?”
He pauses, and rolls on his side to look wewe in the eye. “I upendo you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around wewe you, it’s like my world has so much zaidi meaning. So wewe know… If we bang, there going to be so much zaidi emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And...