One दिन आप are walking to the park to the फव्वारा आप love. आप decided to leave the house because your parents got into an argument. आप hate when your parents fight. When आप arrive at the park, आप see this boy crying द्वारा the fountain. He was very good-looking. He was a greaser with black greasy hair and tan skin. He had a ripped-up jean जैकेट with ripped jean pants. आप walk up to him.
"Hey, are आप ok?" आप ask.
He looks up at आप with a sad look.
"I- I'm fine," he says as he wipes his eyes.
You notice he has a few bruises on his face and a scar on his left cheek. As आप sat down, he raised...
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls आप up. आप find his eyes, and आप 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.” आप blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” आप say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if आप did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” आप grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings आप to the camp?”’