Bam! You 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 you up. You find his eyes, and you 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.” You blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” You say, brushing off your legs.

“Well if you did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”

“(Y/N).” You grin.

“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings you to the camp?”’

“I amor the lake.”...