“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls Ты up. Ты find his eyes, and Ты 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.” Ты blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” Ты say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if Ты did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” Ты grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings Ты to the camp?”’
I got Главная from school and just lite up a ciggerete, when Darry walked in the room. "Didn't I tell Ты to do you'r homework before smoking any of that shit!" Darry сказал(-а) angrily to me. "I will get right on it when i'm done Darry." "Don't Ты 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 Ты 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?...