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Ive liked Hobie for a while now. Ever since that one summer brake when he "grew up", taller, nicer, flirtier. But, we've been friends since we were 4, I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship.
This twat, David, picked on me in school, and one day he didn't like my hair. Pigtails, he pulled on them and pushed me down - before he could get a kick in, Hobie pulled him by his shirt and shoved him away. He helped me up, and i've been repaying that favour since before he developed opinions and was willing to fight people over them.
I sat in bed, fairy lights twinkling as i thought about him. Again. I couldn't stop. His hair, piercings, face, eyes...
Weak taps like rain when it drizzled interrupted my thoughts. I pulled my curtains across to reveal Hobie, sat on the fire escape with his head hung low. Fumbling with the window then opening it, I dragged him into my room.
"Hobie what the fuck?" I gasped. Usually he has a few scratches, maybe a split brow or lip, but he was a state - his left eye purple and swollen and a decent cut on his cheekbone.
"Ughhh im sorryyy" He groaned with puppy eyes. I roll my eyes and tut, turning to the cabinets of the bathroom. As i walked away, I thought i felt eyes on me, staring holes in me - i shrugged it off.
We sat on my bedroom floor, I pawed at his wounds with an alcohol wipe.
He winces "Ow! Watch it! Wounded soldier over here remember?"
"Well thats what you get for getting into stupid fights, idiot. What the hell happened anyways?" i sigh
"Uhhh.. This guy- i hear him umm talk bad about abortions and uhhh how they should be banned and uhhh" he rambles on about this man, a very fake man obviously from how he's concocting a story featuring um's and ah's.
"Liar" i whisper.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"What did u say"
"... Liar."
His face contorts into a sarcastic offended expression. "Gosh i cant believe you just said that to me. Oh the betrayal!" he lays the theatrics on thick, pretending to pass out in my arms.
I giggle. "But still, you're lying to me Hobie." We hold eye contact - i thought i heard his breath hitch. "What is it really? All these times you come back with cuts and bruises. What is it?"
He turns away, almost ashamed. "Please Hobie, I can see it's killing you keeping whatever secret this is locked away."
"I......cant" he sighs, pushing his head into his sweating palms.
"Hobie look at me." I pull his chin away from his hands, "look at me."
"Well... Your hiding something from me!"
"what?"
"Yeah... Yeah! I can see it in ur eyes." He splurges out. I shake my head and groan "Stop changing the subject!"
"Nooo I know what im talking about, and you do too." He stares at me. I stare back. I loose my breath, falling into those soulful brown eyes. I love him. And now? I think he knows it. I think he might love me back. The silence is loud, no breathing, no talking, just eye contact.
He sighs heavily, "Tell you what, why don't we say our secrets at the same time. Huh? On the count of three?" I stare a little more, relishing in the beautiful site in front of me, taking in his smirk and watching how his idea swirled in his eyes, lighting them up. The space between us had somehow gotten smaller- butterflies fluttered with energy in the pit of my stomach.
"Okay" is all i manage without stuttering.
"1..." I can see his jaw tense, "2..." his nose twitch with a mixture of anxiety and excitement, "3..."
"Im spider-punk"
"I love you"
The quiet is thick. I stare, now in disbelief. "You're who?!" i exclaim in shock.
"Spider-punk. You love who?!"
"You. I love you." I can feel my lungs tighten with regret, what have i ruined if he doesn't feel the same?
His eyes light up like a firework explodes.
Finally he closes the gap, lips pressing onto mine. I kiss him back, my heart beating fast and my hands quivering with excitement. Hobie slides his hand to the nape of my neck, they were hot - i figure he was anxious too. Our heads are fluid, in sync with the kiss. It was better than i dreamed, better that i envisioned every time we got close or he got flirty.
He pulls back, our foreheads resting for a moment, heavy breaths mixing. He leans further, "I love you too." My mouth cant help but be tugged into a smile.
"Hold up!" His wide grin turns into a fake worried expression. "Spider-punk? Really?"
"Really."
"Genuinely?"
"Genuinely." He rubs his neck and smiles a cheeky smile, avoiding eye contact.
"Oh my GOD!" I hit him lightly, he laughs. "Thats INSANE."
He hums in agreement.
We flop onto the floor, "No wonder I thought that guy was cool."
"No wonder!" He displays a shit eating grin, pulling me closer.
He leans in to kiss me again.