What if the rowdyruff boys lost their memories?
Liam nervously walked into art class. it was his first day of school in a new city and he was incredibly nervous.
"oh, hello! you must be Liam. I had a meeting with your mother a few days ago" the teacher said, spinning her chair to face him.
"hi" he loudly mumbled.
"why don't you find somewhere to sit?" she asked.
Liam nodded and headed to the back of the class.
the class was quite normal, minus the weird looks and stares people kept giving him. the girl next to him seemed to be pretty chill and didn't realize he looked like a bad guy that had disappeared a few years ago.
at lunchtime Liam walked over to a tree that had roots popping out of the ground and sat under it.
"hi!" Moana called from a puddle of mud nearby.
"hey, can I join?" Liam asked.
"of course!" Moana replied.
Liam got up and walked over before digging his hands into the mud.
a few minutes passed with no one bothering them.
"hey, what are you doing?" a boy asked, walking up to them.
"we're playing in the mud!" Liam cheerfully replied.
"don't you know that's weird and disgusting?" the boy stated.
"you want to touch some? you look like you need to know what reality feels like!" Liam happily responded.
Moana snorted loudly at the comment, bringing her muddy hand up near her face.
the boy scowled at him before walking away.
Liam and Moana quickly went back to trying to make little sculptures of stuff out of mud after the boy left.