ponyboy, i asked the nurse to give you this book so you could finish it. the doctor came in a while ago, but i already new it anyway. i keep getting tired and tired. listen, i dont mind dying now it was worth it, it was worth saving those little kids, their lives are worth more than mine, they have more to live for. some of their parents came by to think me and it was worth it. tell dally it was worth it. im just gona miss u guys and iv been thinking about it. that poem, the guy that wrote it. he ment your gold when your a kid, like green, when your a kid everything is new, dawn, its just,...
“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?”’