Eliza's POV"My guys, hi guys!" Pav called out to us both. Miles probably had a confused look on his face and I'm guessing Gwen had a 'thank god your here' look. But obviously you couldn't see it since they had their mask on.
As Hobie finished strumming his electric guitar and giving everyone a show, The Spot stood there waiting for his performance to be done.
"Oh really, two more. I just love how there's many different variations of you guys." He says with sarcasm in his voice, pointing at us both as he placed his hand back on his hip.
Pav hurried towards Hobie in pure excitement, only then I swung my way in between him and Gwen.
"Hey Gwen, hola Miles." I spoke as my accent came through. I crossed my arms together but then stretched. I'm very tired, of what? Who knows. I think I sleep too much.
"You know my name?" He said as I left him stunned with my response, "Everyone knows your name." I yawned.
"Woah I'm famous.." He nodded to himself as I chuckled.
"Man like Pav, Big steppa!" Hobie shouts loudly as they start playing fighting.
"What's this dudes sayin?" Miles shouts as I'm sure he gave us both a look.
"It's English for 'we get along great and we're close friends!'" Pav shouts back as Hobie holds him in a head lock.
"Is this one from 1610?!" Hobie loudly asked and pointed at us, still keeping Pav close to him.
"You understand this guy?" He points at me, as I shrug.
"Thanks for breaking the shield!" Pav now away from his grip, he tries to stop The Spot.
"I loosened it." Miles intervened.
"A bit of advice, you use the palm, not just your fingers." He demonstrated and lifted up his hands to show Miles. Miles only tilted his head in response.
I swing towards Hobie as he turns to look at me. "Is he bleeding from his armpits?"
"Uh, I think it's the design." I nodded as we both swung our way back over.
"Miles Hobie Eliza, Eliza Hobie Miles!" Gwen swung around us as she pointed at each one of us individually.
"Hah, I've never heard of you guys cause Gwen never mentioned you." He responded clearly and gave us a thumbs up.
"I'm Eliza nice to meet you Miles, I've heard plenty of you from Gwen." I smiled, but he couldn't see that.
"Wait she talks about me-" "I'm Hobie, Hobie Brown." He cuts him off as he swung around. "You left your jumper back at our place.!"
"What's a jumper?" He asked us, I knew the boy was more confused than ever.
"It's a sweater!" I stood next to him as I placed my hands on my hips. Looking at Pav fight The Spot from a distance, or at least try too.
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TOGETHER | Hobie Brown
FanfictionHOBIE BROWN x OC ~> ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪꜱᴍ. ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋʟʏɴ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ? ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀ...