You really didn’t know why you and your roommate never really got along. It was just a fact that you didn’t. It was something about his nonchalant disposition or the way he blasted punk music right next to your shared wall at ungodly hours of the day. And truth be told, it he was annoyingly good looking.
Not that it mattered. When you moved in together, you barely exchanged any words and your conversations have never quite gone further than that. You usually ignored eachother, or just let the other think that. Truth was that you were both so caught up watching in silence, you didn’t notice the other persons eyes. You had accidentally revealed secrets to one another without realizing. Like the ones that make you storm into your apartment, fuming.
You slammed the door behind you angrily, shrugging off your jacket with a force. Hobie was on the couch, watching you with an intrigued face as you struggled to take off your second shoe.
“You alright-”
“Do you have a crowbar?” You ask suddenly, you jaw clenched and your breathing heavy. You were making this all up at you went.
His eyebrows furrowed, “Why would you need a crowbar?”
“Just answer the question, Brown,” You huffed, storming off into your room. He followed behind you.
“No, I don’t have a crowbar,” He tells you, watching you strangely until you start stripping off your pants. He turned around quickly, crossing his arms. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” You groan, pulling on black sweatpants and a black hoodie. You looked at Hobie for a second, taking in his larger build, narrowing your eyes at his back. “Do you have a baseball bat?”
“What’s the sudden interest in blunt objects?” He asked with a teasing lilt. You closed your eyes in annoyance, sighing slowly. He noticed, nodding, “Yes, I have one. Are you tryna kill your ex or something?”
You pushed past him, going to grab your pair of converse from the entrance of the apartment. “Something like that.” He raised an eyebrow at you. You stopped for a second to look at him, “You wanna come?”
He tilted his head at the invitation, unsure if you were serious. He had a feeling that regardless of the situation, he would be needed. As spider-man or as Hobie. “Why not.”
"Go put on a hood,” you told him, finishing the knot of your shoelaces. Right as he was starting to turn down the hall, you called out, “Bring the bat and your web shooters.”
He stopped in his tracks.
part 2
literally, what is this... -nony
