Reunion!!!!
At first, Hobie doesn’t notice he’s there. He’s not exactly doing anything though, just laying horizontal while staring at the ceiling. Even when nobodies around he just has to be cool doesn’t he? The jerk. (The cute jerk.)
Nervous, Miles takes quiet steps to the sink and waits for him to glance down at him.
“Miles?” There it is.
Hobie lights up as he quickly switches from laying down to sitting upright. “You playing hooky again?” He smirks.
“Nope, just needed a break from class.” He shrugs, meanwhile internally trying not to blush at seeing him face to face again. It really isn’t in his imagination, Hobie’s hot
His face heats up and before Hobie can notice he splashes a bunch of water in his face. Be normal be normal be normal be normal-
“Want some crisps?” Hobie asks but instead of waiting for him to respond, a bag gets thrown at his face right after.
Huh, guess it’s a habit.
“They’re chips but sure.” Miles chuckles as he relaxes.
Looking at the Cheeto puffs in his hands, he has no idea if he did it on purpose or doesn’t even remember their Cheeto conversation. He hopes it’s the former, it would be sweet. And very gay. But that’s what he’s looking for soooo
“Miley we’ve been over tis, if it’s a chip, what’s it a chip of huh?” Hobie playfully groans as he slumps back into the window with a soft thud.
“You’re mom- wait, Miley?” Miles blinks.
“Yeah, nice on the north, innit?” It takes Miles a few seconds to decipher what he said -racking his head over all the Cockney slang he googled just for this moment- but he gets there eventually and gives Hobie a blank look.
“Not really, would be different if I was Miley Cyrus though. Miley just sounds unfinished,” He says in between bites. Cheeto puffs really are great, their ugly cousin disgraces their name.
“How about I call you Miley Cyrus then?” Hobie says casually as he stuffs his face with more snacks, “Means corona where I’m from but, whatever floats your boat.”
“It does?? You’re not fucking with me right?” The boricua squinted at the boy.
“Nope, no porkies here.” He says as he puts his arm around Miles. Again. He really likes to do that huh? He’s not complaining though, just wished it wasn’t platonic.
“Wow, well don’t call me that then. Matter fact, no nickname. Just Miles.”
“Pshh that’s boring,” He scoffs, giving Miles a fake noogie while said boy is giggling. “Hmmm… what about sunflower?” He says after pretending to think.
“Sunflower? Why?” It’s a cute nickname, but it doesn’t really make sense. “‘Cause of your dog.” He says as he taps Miles pocket where his phone is. Guess that’s what dog he’s talking about, whatever that means.
“Speaking of, don’t you have to go back to class, Sunflower?” He teases.
“Uhhh,” stunned speechless, Hobie sighs as he gets up. “We both need to scram actually, they check these carsey’s after class.”
…
“Oh, right! My bad.” He gets up quickly as he finally snaps out of it.
Thank god for Hobie, he almost lost track of the time! He planned on leaving 2 minutes ago. Well whatever, he has some time if he speed walks back.
But before that…
Miles holds his phone and takes a deep breathe. Now should be the time he asks for his number, right? Scratch that- it’s the only time. But what if he doesn’t have a phone, the dude WAS just sitting there doing nothing and he wouldn’t put it past him to not like social media or something.
Oh whatever, fuck all of that! This is Hobie, he can’t waste this chance!
He takes another deep breathe as- “Wanna exchange numbers?” He chokes on air and Hobie looks concerned and confused as he pats his back.
“Maybe I should call you Mikey after all eh?” He jokes but Miles doesn’t hear any of it as he tries to catch his breathe.
That wasn’t him. That wasn’t him right?? Then that means…
“Uh yeah, here just put it in my phone!” Ignoring what Hobie just said, Miles practically shoves his phone into his hands as he grin from ear to ear. They can’t help it! He totally just won, if only just one point in the game.
“Do you need help cleaning this up?” He asks as he mindlessly grabs his phone back from him. Damn, he should’ve been slick and tried to touch his hands or something.
“Nope, you’re mint. My lockers close,” he shrugs as he stuffs all his stuff in the bag he never noticed before. It’s nice, has a bunch of pins on it too. Miles will look at which ones he has, hopefully he’ll find a nice one. Specifically one with all the colors of the rainbow.
“Well alright bye… see you later??” Miles says awkwardly as he tries to speed walk away. Way to be smooth dude.
“Of course.” Hobie says.