One день Ты are walking to the park to the фонтан Ты love. Ты decided to leave the house because your parents got into an argument. Ты hate when your parents fight. When Ты arrive at the park, Ты see this boy crying by the fountain. He was very good-looking. He was a greaser with black greasy hair and tan skin. He had a ripped-up jean куртка with ripped jean pants. Ты walk up to him.
"Hey, are Ты ok?" Ты ask.
He looks up at Ты with a sad look.
"I- I'm fine," he says as he wipes his eyes.
You notice he has a few bruises on his face and a scar on his left cheek. As Ты sat down, he raised...
“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?”’