“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?”’
“Matt, take Alaska and go watch TV au something.” I wave my youngest son out of the room.
Y/N and I were going to have a talk with our two oldest, Johnny and Katie.
They were good kids, I wasn’t going to lie. They had their share of mistakes, but nothing had gotten out of hand.
Which is why we were going to talk to them.
“So Johnny, your dad told me what wewe were doing. We just want wewe to know that we aren’t mad, just disappointed that wewe chose to smoke. Your dad admits that he is bad influence, and we’d just prefer if wewe were going to smoke, you’d wait till your 18… Dally,...