“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls te up. te find his eyes, and te 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.” te blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” te say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if te did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” te grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings te to the camp?”’
I got home from school and just lite up a ciggerete, when Darry walked in the room. "Didn't I tell te to do you'r homework before smoking any of that shit!" Darry detto angrily to me. "I will get right on it when i'm done Darry." "Don't te 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 te 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?...
te two spent the rest of the giorno together. "I have to go home" pony detto standing up. "Okay" te detto and stood up with him. te walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged te tight not wanting to let go. te hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he detto and walked away. "Bye" te detto shutting the door. te walked back up stairs. te sat down on the divano and thought about the clothes te had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? te thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to...