𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗.

I was frozen in my spot, staring up at the man who I hadn't seen in god knows how long. Was he always this tall? Did he get a bit taller? Were there a few cuts on his face? Are those... hickies? His face looks relatively the same but more developed with muscles, sharper cheekbones, sharper jaw, manlier face and of course; his arms got more buffer. He had a new lip piercing and smudged eyeliner right below his eyes.

I immediately let go of his arms as he let go of mine, out of startle I stepped back once so there was a good amount of space between us now. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I wasn't scared of him, I was blushing madly.

"Snips." He spoke lazily, I got the scent of cherry when he spoke. He definitely was near someone who had the lip gloss flavor of cherry.

Stepping back I see that he's in a white ripped t-shirt with a leather jacket unzipped over top of it. He had the same spiked bracelets that he wore at the first concert I first ever saw him in. He had that signature smirk on his lips.

I crossed my arms over my stomach as I was not prepared to have run into him. I didn't think I would see him until tomorrow, but even then that was a far stretch on its own. But no, I had to slam into him when I was sucking down my slushy.

"I'm the new stylist." Was the only words that came to mind as I spit them out quickly.

HIs eyebrows remained furrowed, staring at me with great intimidation. I wanted to choke on my nerves, I wanted to give him a piece of my mind for ghosting me without an answer, I wanted to run away, but I was left with my feet being glued to the ground like cement magically appeared.

"I know that." He instead says what I least expected.

I expected something different.

"Well I–"

"Karl runs everything by me and we took a vote on whether or not you should be close to us. To me." He spoke as if I should've known this.

"You voted on me like I'm a toy?"

"Yeah. We all voted." He repeats with a certain strictness and annoyance in his voice like I had the final vote. He bent down and picked up one of my little candy bars on the ground, making me realize the bag I was carrying was ripped at the bottom just slightly.

He stood back up straight and tall, passing the bar back to me with the tip of his fingers.

"I was overruled." He muttered under his breath while doing so, eyes burning right into mine harshly like he was extremely pissed off.

I froze my hand midair at his comments, a chill running down my spine before I felt my cheeks flare. His jaw was sharp in a clench, every part of his face chiseled in a harsh way.

I snatched the candy bar out of his hand and took another step backwards, squinting my eyes at him before turning and ending the conversation right then and there. I didn't want to entertain his time if he was going to be a complete dick.