Kevin

*he lets go of your arm* you're serious?

Mhm.

*he smirks* I like you, you got guts.

please don't look at me in the eyes directly, it will kill you.

I killed my mother and father when they looked at me, so please don't

I.. I didn't mean to, it was when I was born. there's, an old rhyme about me...

well that's a stupid reason. I didn't know that. I was just messing around.

it's not stupid. it's his favorite toy and he doesn't like it when people touch it.

well he shouldn't be so aggressive. what if I tried to take it again?

*I say to my friends* and you are also mad for saying my eye color is weird and I look like a horror movie person when your the real horror movie here *kevin’s friends: “damnnn”*

My friends: Shut up you be looking like Chunky from a horror movie with that hair and eyes Me: is that all you can come up with?

Me: are you too stand up and talk back to me do you think I’m gonna eat you cause if you were The evil Queen in Snow White you should be asking “Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the ugliest of them all” but it will break before you can finsh your sentence

oh yeah? You sure about that? *he says as he runs his fingers along your arm*

uh did I give you permission to touch me?

*he smirks* I don't need permission to touch you. You're too cute to resist.