Punk! (Hobie x Reader)

The Rich. The Poor.

Alright, if you're coming with me reader, you've got to stay quiet. Capeesh?

There are alarms all around the house, and twice as many cameras.

Every kid knows that strict parents raise sneaky kids.

Alright, there's a spot here...

Um...

Why are you looking at me like that?

Is it the hair?

Ah!

Duh.

  You have no context.

We're sneaking out to watch the Spider-Band! My first concert ever!

Fun, right?

Precisely. So I'm gonna need you to get your ass out this window so we can buck it. This is the only blind spot for the cameras, you know?

Atta girl!

The air is always so cool at night, and the lights in the sky are always so bright. It's a bit breezy too. Good shit.

We can sit here for a moment while I give you a brief explanation... not because I'm nervous.

So, my mom died when I was young. My dad is the senator, and I am a disappointment. Ha! Seriously though, I think Dad is just going to give up on me. He just doesn't understand that I have a passion.

He thinks I waste my time. But, Nah.

I love to write stories. I will write the greatest fiction anyone has ever seen. Blow his fucking socks off.

But, to do that I've got to experience crazy things. Things that he would never let me do, like watch the rebel Spider-Band. Ah, I can't wait anymore! Let's get this show on the road!

Punk!

  America has gone to shit thanks to our last President, Norman Osborn, that little goblin of a man.

Thanks to that Spider-punk the bastard is gone and America is rebuilding, but for the poor, the government "isn't sure what to do with them" so they suffer more than ever.

  And like always, the rich ignore while the poor are sore.

  I am rich. Spoiled. I'll admit. But I'm not a terrible person. I help where I can. When I can.

Anyways, that's my business at night. Donate and visit the poverty/lower class. I don't want to lose my humanity. Don't wanna be like Dad.

I don't think much of it when I'm riding around on the bike—my dad bought custom.

All I do is buy meals and gifts for the unfortunate. Spending the remainder of my thick allowance on anyone else.

That's why I'm wearing this black mask and hoodie. Also, because I am the senator's daughter. I don't want anyone to know that. An embarrassing thing.

The thing about tonight, though, is that now that I've finished my... donating, I'm going to my first concert!