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