Bam! Ты hit the ground with a thud.
“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 Любовь the lake.”...
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