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Y/n POV
You'd finally made it home. Back from college for the summer, you just missed your bed-- among other things. Your parents had welcomed you home with open arms for the four month break, and you happily accepted the free room and board. You had arrived back home in the evening, and shared a cheerful dinner with your parents. They wanted to know everything about college, your mom especially insistent on whether or not you had a boyfriend at the moment. You laughed off the question. The answer was still no, mom.
It was a warm night so you found yourself and the family dog sitting on the swing hung from your backyard porch. Under the occasionally flickering patio light, you tried to concentrate on a book you had started reading. The sounds of the night around you made it hard, though. The symphony of croaking frogs and chirping birds was the familiar soundtrack of your summers spent in your home's backyard.
Memories came flooding back, bringing a fond smile with them. Games of freeze tag and hide and go seek sandwiched between snack times filled with popsicles and bags of chips from the corner store. You had many friends to spend your summer hours with over the time of your youth, but only one that came back every single year. The only friend that you found never left your side even after you would fight or bicker or say something you didn't mean.
Hobi.
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He lived next door. He was a squeaky little boy when he was young, always dressed up by his mom in colorful outfits that would bring grins to your lips every time you would see them. T-shirts with cartoon characters screen printed or silly patterns embroidered. His hair always stood up in the back, but as you two grew up, houses ten feet apart, you became accustom to wetting your hand to press it down.
Hobi always had a smile on his face. Even when it would start to rain and you couldn't finish your game of kickball with the neighborhood kids, Hobi always grinned widely. "There was always tomorrow," he would say. He was optimistic. You, not so much. That's why you worked so well together. You would keep the both of you grounded and practical, but he would do enough dreaming for the both of you.
