“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls آپ up. آپ find his eyes, and آپ 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.” آپ blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” آپ say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if آپ did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” آپ grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings آپ to the camp?”’
"Ponyyyyy" آپ whined for the 6th time "No! (Y/n) I will not tell آپ where we're going" آپ to have been walking about 20 minutes. "Fine!" آپ huff About 10 منٹ later y'all stove at a small steam behind some beautiful trees. It's compleatly hidden in them. "Pony- oh my gosh- how did آپ find this, it's- it's beautiful" آپ feel his arms لپیٹ, لفاف کریں around your waist. "Not as beautiful as you" he whispers in your ear, then proceeds to kiss آپ neck. The two of آپ walk a little further and آپ see a small checkered red and white blanket, with a wooden basket set up. "Oh pony, آپ didn't" "Oh but...