• Someday • Chaipunk •

•Chapter 10•

(TW: mentions of Self Harm, and shortened use of a slur, its all noted before the first line so yea, stay safe peoples!!)

Gwen, Miles, Hobie and Pavitr walked into the cafe, not really knowing what to expect from the place. They decided to pick one of the booths near the back to sit in and eat. Gwen and Miles rushed to sit together on one side, of the booth Gwen by the wall, while Hobie and Pav sat on the other side, the shorter watching while Gwen smirked at him and glanced between him and Hobie, her grin widening by the second.

Hobie and Gwen grabbed a menu each, there only being 2 at the end of the table, and shared them with the other on their sides of the booth, Gwen with Miles and Hobie with Pav.

Pav moved to lean against Hobie, hoping to gain better sight of the menu, and decided to order Carrot Cake and Chai (he got really angry at it being labelled as Chai Tea) while Hobie ordered a cup of tea and a portion of chips while Miles, Gwen and Pav made fun of him for his british accent and how he said chips instead of fries. Gwen ended up ordering an Angel cake while Miles ordered a milkshake for Himself and Gwen to share.

"Im gonna go put in the order, be right back" Miles said, getting up

"Oo can i go with you?" Gwen said, getting up quickly and winking at Pavitr as she walked past him, again looking between him and Hobie while smirking. Pav death stared her in return while she went to wait in the surprisingly long queue.

Hobie and Pav, being left alone together at the booth, sat in silence, Hobie on his phone while Pav was trying to think of a conversation topic. Surprisingly, though, Hobie was the first to speak

"So.. whaddya wanna talk 'bout?" Hobie asked hesitantly, looking up from his phone and over at Pav.

"Uhh, i don't know-? We could play a questions game? Find out more about eachother-? Looks like those two are gonna be a while." Pavitr responded, looking at the taller man and smiling a smile that Hobie swore could outshine the sun, his good mood infecting hibie and taking root in him and spreading throughout his body.

"Aight, you wanna go first or should i?"

"I'll go! Okay uhh, whats your... favourite colour?"

"It changes constantly. I don't believe in consistency."

"Oh cool! My favourite  colour is Gold"

"Gold? Honestly i see it, gold suits ya."

Pavitr's eyes lit up as his smile retreated to something softer, but just as genuine as before. As he faced the table, howver still keeping eye contact with Hobie.

"You really think so?"

"Yea, gold's definitely ya thing."

"Thanks, Hobie"

"No problem love"

"Anyway, its your turn"

"Hmmm, whos the prettiest person ya know?"

Pavitr was shocked at the question, and pretended to think about it despite his answer ringing in his ears, chanting in his mind. He knew what it was, as it had popped up immidietly upon hearing the question, he just didn't want to admit it.

You

The answer repeated in his mind, begging him to utter the word. Of course, he couldn't actually say that, he'd only met the other man yesterday! But as he thought- well pretended to think, his eyes couldn't help but drift back to Hobie. His clothes, the skin that showed beneath them, and the many straight, small scars that littered the exposed skin. He wondered how they'd gotten there...

"Ey, you starin' at me again or is the floor extra floor-ey 'ere too?"

"Huh-?"

"Nevermind, whats ya answer?"

"Uhh, i don't know- can i skip a question?"

"For now, but cha have to tell the answer to me eventually"

"Okay fine, its my turn again!"

"Mkay"

(Self harm mention comin up :(
Sad times :(((( )

"How did you get those scars on your arms?"

"Oh, these? Tha' was me."

"You.. you what?"

"I went thru a rough patch a while back. It aint much, ya don't need ta worry your pretty lil head 'bout me anymore, aight?"

"If you don't mind me asking, but why?"

(Theres a shortened version of a slur in the next like so be wary- i used it purely cos i think the character would and i personally am allowed to say it but yk)

"My parents kicked me out at 14 for being a fag. That does stuff to a kid, dunnit? Stayed with a mate o' mine for a bit but got kicked outta there too."

"Oh my gosh Hobie thats horrible! You didn't deserve any of that.. and for such a stupid reason too- your okay now though, right? You can talk to me if anythings up, okay?"

"Mhm.. thanks for sayin' that.. it means alot.. and 'm glad i had people ta help me 'round that time."

"Yea, im pretty glad too."

"Why would ya be glad that I got someone ta talk to?"

Hobie looked over at Pavitr, but the shorter boy wasn't looking at him anymore. He was staring at the other seat, boring holes into where Gwen had been sitting. Hobie wondered why.. what happened with Gwen?

"Because if you hadn't you might not be here. And i don't want to live in a world where i hadn't met you."

They were quiet for a moment, before Hobie hesitantly pit his arm around Pavitr's shoulder and pulled the other man into him, Pavitr falling onto Hobie easily, his head fitting perfectly onto the crook of Hobies neck.

When the other two came back, Pavitr moved away from Hobie, while the taller gave him a puzzled look, but altogether ignored it.

After everyone had finished their food, they left the cafe and made their way back to the dorms, malimg friendly conversation on the way there, suggesting they hang out again.

Upon arrival, they split off into different directions, Hobie and Pav one way, Miles and Gwen another. It seemed that way quite alot, but Pavitr wasn't complaining.

When they got into the dorm, it wasn't all that late, and neither of them were tired yet, so, one of them came up with a, what seemed at the time, amazing idea.

"Hey, we should do truth, dare or drink"

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