“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?”’