fear him Aight Ima start writing little prompts for new OCs Google for images
River sat down on the bench at a park. He was babysitting a little kid. He needed the money, but he hated kids. Yes the kids loved him, especially little girls. Thats because he looks like a soft boy, and he looks like he would be a real life Barbie doll. It wasn’t his fault, his parents were overprotective about him, and didnt want an emo boy. Only because they thought they looked weird. River wanted to be an emo boy, and honestly, he just acted like a jerk. He scrolled through his phone, his skateboard sitting across his lap. He hated being out in public, but again he needed to take this kid to the park, so he got paid more. This was the 5th kid this week. And it was only Wednesday. River didnt have any friends, due to everyone thinking he was weird for being all bright and sunny looking. They often picked a fight with him, but they all lost by the end. He took defense classes so he knew his stuff. River looked up from his phone to check on the kid, only to see Y/C. River’s bully. River sighed, looking away from Y/C. “Need something?” He asked.
