“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls you up. You find his eyes, and you 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.” You blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” You say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if you did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” You grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings you to the camp?”’
I got home from school and just lite up a ciggerete, when Darry walked in the room. "Didn't I tell you to do you'r homework before smoking any of that shit!" Darry said angrily to me. "I will get right on it when i'm done Darry." "Don't you talk back to me boy! Get on it now." He emphasiezed on the word "now". "Fine." Now Sodapop walked into the room, and Darry walked out, grabbing my ciggerete and putting it in a ashtray before he left. "Hey Pony. Do you want to come to a party with me and Two-Bit?" Sodapop asked anxiously. "No I have to do my homework. Darry's orders." "Come on can't that wait?...