Dally’s Point of View

She walked by. Damn that girl was fine. She was wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket. Her (your hair color) was down, blowing in the breeze. A weed dangled from her mouth. This was my kind of girl.

“Hey,” I call behind me. “That đít, mông, ass is looking fine in those jeans.” I smirked.

“Dally!” Ponyboy said.

She stopped walking, turned around to face us.

“Not as good as it look without any jeans on.” She smirks.

Damn. She was good.

I walk towards her.

“I think I’d have to be the judge of that.”

“Well might not happen…I usually go on dates first. Like normal...

Bam! bạn hit the ground with a thud.

“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?”’

“I tình yêu the lake.”...