𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈.

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into it — chase alantic

Three loud knocks, a banging door, and a harsh yell was enough to shoot my eyes open and fling my body upwards. I snapped up, realizing I was laying on a hard chest with one arm wrapped around my waist. I turned my head in a startle, coming to see Hobie with his head turned the opposite direction towards the balcony window, the arm wrapped around my waist tightening to bring me back into his chest but only when I jumped out of the bed and on to my feet did he completely retract his arm to his body. He was fast asleep.

"(Y/N), you're late!" Ares shouts from behind the door.

"Hobie!" I whisper in a shout, leaning over the bed with one knee on the mattress shaking his shoulder to wake him up.

He turned his head slowly, his puffy tired eyes opening. They were red from the lack of oxygen but displayed obvious signs of exhaustion.

I turned to look at the nightstand clock, seeing the time was ten minutes past five in the morning. We were late, the bus was supposed to already be on the road by now to our next destination.

"What time is it?" He groggily asks, rubbing his eyes before sitting up to stretch his arms above his head, a small pop coming from his neck after he stretches.

"We are late! It doesn't matter what the time is now!" I shout, running over to shove my clothes and miscellaneous items into my backpack that I didn't have time to do last night. This is the second time I have been late, maybe more and I last count; so I knew the drill.

"Calm down." He murmurs with tired eyes, yawning and scooting himself back down under the covers with eyes shut.

"We are going to hold everyone up, what do you mean calm down?!" I say in a state of panic, running around to grab the remaining items.

He moves up with a loud sigh, grabbing my waist and tugging me back down onto the bed with him before tossing the covers over us, my back flushed against the mattress with him laying on top of me with his head tucked into the corner of my neck. I froze, confused on why he was suddenly doing this and not getting ready or not. He wasn't even in a state of panic. We are going to be the cause of getting in trouble.

"We have to go!" I pushed his head up so we were making eye contact, a tired look on his face as he shook his head, leaning down to mumble against my lips.

"I'm not getting on that bus." He rejects, pressing a chaste kiss against my own before laying his head back into the regular position he was just in.

"You have to, you have a sho–"

"(Y/N)!" The loud of Ares was on the other side again, another loud two bangs on the door. "You're late! Again!"

My stomach started to churn and right as I was going to speak, Hobie lifted his head to speak instead.