Part 1 of Their Date!!
After brainstorming and some research, they finally find the perfect spot for Miles to ask Hobie out to.
An ice cream parlor. Which, by itself is pretty boring and not something he can guess Hobie will be interested in, but this ice cream parlor is special. Special as in crazy. Their flavors vary from cotton candy all the way to lasagna and though it’ll probably make them sick for days it seems like something Hobie would have fun at. If only for the humor in it. There’s also a punk flavor so… (That was the whole reason he himself suggested it.)
Anyways, now all Miles has to do is send Hobie a text.
Yeah, he just has to send the text.
He’s right about to-
“Can you hurry this up already? The drama is getting tiring at this point.” Ganke complains as he stands and leans over Miles. “Or do I have to do it myself?”
“No! I mean- yeah no, I got it. Thanks.” Miles hissed but quickly calmed down and smiled awkwardly. Ganke can be such a little shit sometimes, and he definitely knows it. Still, Miles has his moments too so he doesn’t really take it to heart. Usually. He’s just stressed by the situation, that’s all.
“If you say so. But if I wrote something for you, I guarantee he’d be kissing at your feet.” He shrugged as he sat back on his bed.
“Pfft- more like cause him to get a restraining order,” Gwen muttered and Miles let out a little snicker, good for him. “Seriously though, just send him something already.”
“Okay just let me-“ “Send it, send it, send it!” Ganke started the chant- guess he heard him laugh and wanted some payback- and Gwen and Margo quickly caught on and joined in.
“Guys oh my god gimme a sec!” He shouted but to no avail, they kept going. And as much as he’d like to say he didn’t fall victim to peer pressure, his ass immediately rushed to send Hobie a text and calm the riot. Jesus, he just has the most delightful friends ever huh?
“See? I did it, tell them Ganke!” Gwen squinted at him suspiciously from the screen and Margo was still whisper chanting as Ganke slowly observed his screen like the text wasn’t right there.
“He’s clear, his text is pretty boring though,” Ganke said as Miles looked at him offended. “You guys rushed me! Plus it’s not that bad, I just was straight to the point.” He defended himself.
“Was it romantic though?” Gwen sighed, like she believed GANKE over HIM. Some best friends he has, they turned their backs on him and teamed up.
“Uhm, I don’t know?? I thought the goal was to ask him out, not be romantic.” Miles shrugged as he started sharing his screen. He can never win can he?
“Oh my god no- that was the WHOLE point! If you’re not gonna outright say it’s a date you have to give hints. Like, just enough to make him suspicious if he likes you and is looking for the hint but not enough that he’s straight and can pick up on them.” Gwen groaned.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” Gwen says dryly as Ganke whispered “hopeless~” under his breathe. “What do I do!?” Miles says frantically as he makes sure to check the read or delivered text. Hobie never turns his reads off, so atleast he knows he has time.
“Uh- okay so you wrote ‘yo wanna go to this ice cream spot they gotta a bunch of weird flavors’ in all caps with a picture of their “punk rock” flavor.”
…
He’s an idiot.
“Okay… it’s not that bad,” Gwen says slowly as Ganke chuckles behind him, “How about you delete that whole thing and say the punk rock flavor reminded you of him or something? I feel like a decent gaydar could pick something up from that.” She looks over at Margo for confirmation and got a nod back. “That seems pretty cute, I would go if I was him,” she shrugged. “Maybe you should ask if he’s busy right now though, it’d be awkward if you text all that and he’s doing something. Especially with people around.”
“Damn, I didn’t think of that. Okay basically just do what Margo said,” Gwen grinned. “Alright hold on,” adrenaline filling him, Miles starts deleting and typing a new message as fast as he can. Okay sent. Now he just has to wait for a response.
With a weight taken off his shoulder, he slumped in his chair and let out a sigh of relief. “Do you think he’ll respond?” Miles mumbles as he tries to stay calm. He’s too tired from the old stress to hold anymore.
“Of course dude, you guys text like everyday,” Ganke says blankly. With no novela going on around him, he actually lays down like he originally planned to and starts trying to take a nap.
“Uhm- I kinda just realized I might’ve interrupted your guy’s McDonald’s date or whatever, my bad. You can hang up if you want.” Miles says sheepishly. Oops.
“Nah, we just started dating in the middle of being here so it doesn’t count. Plus this is way too interesting compared to what we were talking about,” she waved him off. “Hey, I like hearing you talk about your band stuff, it’s interesting,” Margo told her as she guessed what they’re talking about. Oh right, she couldn’t actually hear him right now.
“You can take off your headphones if you want, we’ll just use the codename from now on. Right Ganke?” Miles gets a muffled groan from said boy and takes it as confirmation. “I feel bad for Margo.”
“Oh cool, I was getting tired of repeating everything you were says anyways.” Gwen takes off her AirPods eagerly as she massages her ears, “Also, they got uncomfortable real quick.”
After that, they just talked for a little bit. Waiting for Hobie to answer should’ve been torture for Miles. But instead he actually enjoyed it. He got to know Margo a little more, and learned how Gwen and Margo started talking in the first place. Apparently their lockers are right next to each other so they naturally started talking to each other and traded socials. They were out buying some new drum sticks because Gwen’s broke and decided to go to McDonald’s after, which leads to the present. Lucky, if all he had to do was take Hobie to McDonald’s for them to kiss he would’ve been went. Even if he had to drag them there. He’s desperate.
Their little story distracted Miles for a little bit but free a while he went from checking his message every 5 minutes to just staring at it without stopping. It doesn’t say read but, what if he saw the notification and is ignoring it? Or, what if he’s actually busy? He knew it was a possibility but didn’t really think about what he would do if it happened.
Fortunately before he could voice his concerns out loud, his message went from delivered to read and there was automatically text bubbles. “Oh my god he’s typing!” Miles hold his breathe as he watched those three little dots like they hold the answers to the world. “What did he say?” Gwen said as both her and Margo looked at the screen expectantly. This was entertaining but they’re going to have to leave at some point. They already finished all their food.
“Nothing yet, he’s still typing.” He says, not even blinking once. His screen was way more important right now.
No matter how long he stared at the bubbles, they didn’t change. In fact, it’s disappeared and appeared atleast 3 times by now. Is he hesitating? Is he planning how to nicely say no? If he did, would be actually be busy?
“Uhm… oh he sent something!” Miles grinned as he saw the message ‘I’m outside but not doing anything, why’re asking??’
“Alright so I just send him the place right?” Miles asks for confirmation, but immediately hears objections. “You should ask where he’s at.” Margo says. “Yeah, what if he’s far or something?” Gwen agrees.
“Uhm alright,” Miles nods as he types a quick ‘far from the school or??’ that gets a just as quick ‘Nope I’m at the Noah that’s right next to it’. Noah? Who’s that, or more like, what’s that?
After a quick Google search he found out it’s slang for park. Thank god, that’s in the direction of the parlor.
Quiet, Miles types ‘I’m outside rn and wanted to see if you wanted to chill 😭😭 I’m bored’ and waits to see if the love birds have any critiques.
“Bro, you know that you’re not outside right?” Margo laughs. Which, duh.
“Yeah, but it sounds more natural this way right? Asking some guy out to some ice cream is already pretty skeptical.” He says embarrassed, he was just thinking ahead. That wasn’t weird right?
“Fair enough, send it.” She nods.
‘Alright where are you? I’ll walk there’ Hobie texts and Miles stares at his screen while Gwen tries to not laugh. “You better get ready and get out of there. Like, right now.” She cackles, clearly finding his suffering amusing.
But instead of saying anything back, Miles starts scrambling to find something decent to wear. He has a tanktop on but it’s way too cold for that. He quickly grabs whatever hoodie he can find and his signature shoes. “Alright I’m out! Uhm sorry for bothering you but-“ “You have to hang up?” “Yeah, thanks for the help girls. You’re amazing, also congrats on you getting together which I made possible.” He smiles.
“Yeah yeah,” Gwen says. “No problem Miles, byeee.” Margo says, using Gwen and her joined hands to wave goodbye.
“Bye!” Miles says quickly as he runs out his room, ending the call. He made sure to grab his wallet on the way out though, he wouldn’t be able to recover if he has to ask Hobie for money.
Sheepishly he sends a ‘Nah you don’t need to, I’m close so I’ll meet you at the park’ text and starts running down the stairs. Skipping down a few and even sliding down the railings, he finally makes it out the building. He’s not far but he still ends up speed walking the whole way.
He’s just excited okay? This could be considered a date, atleast for delusional people such as himself.
As he entered the park, he glanced around-specifically at the basketball hoop. He wasn’t there though. Hmm, Pavitr and Hobie Are usually hanging around the skateboard ramp in Pav’s story so he might be- “BOO!”
Miles immediately runs forward as he heard a scream by his ear followed by two hands placed on his shoulders. Who the hell wants to get beat up right now?
“Who the fu- oh, hey Hobie,” he says dryly as he realizes it was just the punk. “Pfft- scared you didn’t I?” he grinned, “You got here faster than I thought you would, luckily I was still able to duck and dive in time” He hummed.
“Eh, I just walk fast,” he shrugged, like a liar does. Guess he’ll have to walk faster around Hobie for a while. “Anyways what were you doing before I texted you?” he asked, genuinely interested . He gets going to the park by yourself- been there done that- but he even have a sketchbook or something to keep him occupied.
“Eh, that’s not important. What do you wanna do now? It’s all about the present Sunflower.” Hobie pats his back, like he actually taught him something, before wrapping his arm around his neck.
They only see each other physically once a week- aside from lucky hallway interactions- but Miles quickly learned that that’s just his thing and that he’d have to take the close proximity like a champ if he wanted to survive around him. So far, it’s been a 50/50 chance of dying or not dying inside. Pretty good odds, all things considered.
“Eh, walk around I guess? I just didn’t want to go back to the dorms yet.” If Miles wanted to take Hobie to that ice cream spot, he had to lead the conversation. It felt, being so- well he guesses manipulative- but it was for an innocent cause so, it can’t be that bad, right? He’ll make sure to make it a one time thing, he just really wanted to see him outside the bathroom setting. All for the greater good and all that.
“There is some ice cream spot that I found though, my friend recommended it to me yesterday,” he dropped in as casually as possible, “They even have a punk flavor.”
“Punk flavored ice cream?” he said blankly. “Mate, I don’t think I hafta’ explain to you why that’s not exactly something I would like to eat.”
“Oh.”
“Well… it’s a family owned business so?? It’s not exactly like a big company doing it, so that makes it better right?” Miles saids awkwardly. Damn, he should’ve known that wouldn’t be something he’d be interested in. Anti-consumerism and all that. Guess he just got caught up in the fun of picking something that reminds him of Hobie.
“Hmm, alright. Let’s go.” Hobie grinned. “Wait really?!” Miles said, shocked. He can’t believe he actually convinced him, guess it being family owned did make a difference. “Yup, just lead the way.” He said.
“Uhm- alright!” Miles said enthusiastically as he looked down at his found to look at the address. He knew Brooklyn like the back of his hand so when he saw the street, he quickly got an idea of where it was. He still put on his gps though.
With how excited he was, he wouldn’t be surprised if he forgot anything but Hobie existed.