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