“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls bạn up. bạn find his eyes, and bạn 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.” bạn blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” bạn say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if bạn did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” bạn grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings bạn to the camp?”’