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