𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐗.

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Something about Hobie drove my mind mad, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Out of everyone I grew up with, met in my adolescent life or went to summer camp with, I never had a second thought I shouldn't be around them, but Hobie is a completely different story. Every time I was around him my body would tense up and I could feel the trickle of sweat down the back of my neck; he's obnoxious, rude, dangerous, risky and threatening. I could feel a massive lump in the back of my throat, like a barbwire wrapped around to restrict me from screaming for help. It was hard to think around him, hard to speak, hard to breathe, hard to be by myself. Whenever he was in my presence, he made me so erratic. When things were normal between us, I just felt nervous; but most of the time I'm just nervous.

His behavior flip flops the most, making him the most toxic person in my life. For a while now, I assumed he was bipolar, but now I just think he has very bad anger problems and hates the world around him.

I watched him from behind as we walked down the street, a to-go cup in his hand as he drank the melted milkshake he flirted his way out of paying and getting another one, the stolen sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose covering his brown orbs. I looked him up and down, watching his free arm sway as he walked. It was a little bit after three in the afternoon as we walked side by side, past the vendors and little stores along the sidewalk. The weather continues to scorch us, but I think a little sun wouldn't hurt the two of us.

"Can I ask why you saved me?" I spoke up finally, breaking the silence between the two of us, a question that circled my mind since the moment he told me what he did.

He looked down and over to me, his jaw sharpening when he sucked on the straw.

"Didn't I tell you already? Pretty sure we already went over this." He murmurs, looking back ahead of him as we continue on our journey.

"Yeah, but you said something that stuck with me in New York on the rooftop." I murmur back.

"And what was that?" He chuckles in amusement, the two of us weaving through the sea of people until we stopped in front of a store, walking inside.

"Why would you want to save someone who is making your life a living hell?" I quote his exact words from that night.

He goes quiet as we walk further into the store, the to-go cup in the cup and replaced with the yo-yo. I waited patiently for an answer, hoping he wouldn't try and steer from it.

"Do you like adventures?" He instead asks a question back.

"Answer the question." I mumble, walking towards a few t-shirts standing in the back near a dressing room. I was on alert he would blow up for me correcting him.