A Guy Like That Could Never Like Me (But What if He Does?)

Talking about anything and everything, Miles enjoyed walking with Hobie. Not really rom-con material, but who cares? Miles got to rant to Hobie about all his work and teachers, and Hobie tried to convince him to skip all of them with him. Of course, only as a joke. Miles does NOT participate in such activities. Except for that one exception, where he met him in the first place.

Anyways the point is, even as only friends, he’s still having fun.

And it’s got him thinking…

is it even alright for him to want more? Or should he want more? Can’t it just be enough to hang out with someone you like, and never face the consequences of actually telling them? (And ruining everything.)

“You alright?” Hobie nudged at him, looking down at him in concern. It’s a weird feeling, being looked down at. In the literal sense atleast. He’s not extremely tall but Miles wouldn’t exactly call himself short. This guy must’ve eaten his veggies and drank his milk ever since he could eat solid food. Makes him kinda jealous. With that kinda height, he could totally beat Uncle Aaron in basketball. Maybe.

“Uh yeah I’m good, just zoned out. You know how it is,” He said casually, now isn’t the time to dwell on things. “Mhm. Well, how many flavors did you say they had?” Hobie grinned.

“I can’t even name all of them dude!” Miles laughed. “Okay first they have like the music genre ones- which punk rock is in- like pop, country, jazz, and even classical. Then I think they have some cartoon characters, SpongeBob and stuff. Then the more… crazy ones. Lasagna, Mac and cheese, pomegranate, and even eye balls.” Hearing all the options, the punk whistles and seems to think about something. Probably which one to get.

“That’s a lot of ice cream, should I get multiple?” He smirked.

“I don’t know man, you’d probably fuck up your stomach. They’ll most likely allow samples though, so go wild on that instead,” he shrugged before looking down at his gps. They’re close, only a few blocks down. And while walking, he took the time to look at their prices and each individual flavor itself with Hobie. It wasn’t bad, a medium was only 5 bucks and a large was 7. They look pretty damn big in the pictures though so he’ll probably just get a medium and call it a day.

“I might get the eye ball one, it’s rainbow sherbet with little eye ball gummies in it,” he laughs. “Sounds good enough, what about you?”

“Hmm, can I borrow your dog for a second?” He asked, with a suspicious smirk on his face that didn’t look like it would bring good , but who was Miles to say no? If you said not a simp, you’d be wrong.

“Sure man,” he said, giving him a dubious look. Said boy immediately went to scrolling through their website. Miles tried to lean closer to see exactly what he was looking at, but he held the phone up in the air and used his hand on Miles’s shoulder to push him back. “Uh uh uh, it’s a surprise.” He told Miles, waving his finger playfully in his face.

Still, Miles tried to glance up at the phone and even jump to get it, but with Hobie’s height plus his long ass arms, it was futile. “Whatever dude.” He rolled his eyes, finally giving up.

“Good.”

Hobie smugly kept scrolling on his phone, away from Miles’s view, and then handed it back with a smile on his face. “I know what I want.”

“Cool… and you’re not gonna tell me until you order are you?” He said disappointedly.

“Not even, you’ll see ‘t when they give ‘t to me.” He said jovially.

“Alright whatever. I think we’re already here though, the gps says it’s on this block.” Miles rolled his eyes as he glanced around around the block. He found it relatively quickly, it was pretty tiny but there name in big letters helped him locate it easily.

Hobie seemed to see it too, and he used the hand not on his shoulder to grab his hand in order to make Miles’s finger point at the name written in neon lights.

“It’s there.” He grinned.

Hobie held his hand in order to make Miles’s finger point at the ice cream parlor all the way down the block.

Hobie had to make Miles finger point at the ice cream parlor, with his own hand.

Hobie held his hand.

Hobie… held his hand?

Miles’s face explodes in red as he looks away and gave Hobie a swift nod. He can’t believe he just did that! “You okay?” Hobie said amusingly as Miles puts his hoodie on and pulled the strings all the way to cover his face. If the punk saw him right now, he would definitely found out he likes him.

“Yeah, just cold- still want the ice cream though! It’ll probably have heating in there. Ha ha…” Miles laughs awkwardly as he tries to calm himself down.

“If you’re sure,” He shrugs. Whew, thank god he didn’t question it. Miles has no idea what he would’ve done otherwise.

As they walk in, the place is relatively empty beside the workers there. Guess no one wanted to eat ice cream in the winter. Too bad for them, the cowards.

“You wanna order first?” He asks, finally pulling down his hoodie. His face isn’t red anymore, or atleast doesn’t feel like it is. “Sure, I’ll even order yours. Eye ball right?.” Miles nods but quickly back-tracked. “Hold on lemme give you the mone-“ “Nah I’ll pay.”

Huh, Hobie pay? For him?

“You sure?” Usually, Miles wouldn’t complain about free food. But from his crush? That’s kinda wack on his part, what if he thinks he’s broke or something?

“Yup, can’t have you hearing my order after all.” Hobie smirked. “Just pick a cane and able.”

“Thanks man, ‘preciate it.” He smiled. Hobie is pretty nice huh? Pretty nice and cool, if Miles wasn’t gay he would wanna BE him. Alas, Miles thinks he’s pretty, nice, and cool. And that coma makes the difference.

Anyways, the boricua ended up picking a nice seat by the window and was about to sit on the couch near it before thinking better of it. He’ll give Hobie the comfortable seat since he’s being nice.

While thinking of the punk, he wonders what he’ll get. What’s weird enough to warrant him keeping so quiet about it ? Miles picked out a whole eye ball flavor, nothing could top that other than a testicle flavor or something.

…

Oh my god, is he getting a testicle flavor?

No, no that’s crazy. But, is it really? Nothing is to crazy when it comes to places like this, and especially when it comes to Hobie.

Miles bore his eyes through Hobie, like if he stared enough he would get his answer. The time it took for the worker to make the ice cream felt agonizingly long, but eventually he was done.

His looked like he expected, but he could care less about his own when he was trying to get a good look at Hobie’s. It was too far away to get a good glance and Hobie’s size didn’t make it better. He couldn’t see anything!

The worst part was that Hobie didn’t move out the way at all, like he knew that a certain someone was watching. And maybe he did, because he even decided to walk sideways while hiding his ice cream with his side.

Forget about what Miles said about him being nice, he’s pure evil.

“Do you wanna guess what ‘t is?” Hobie said amusingly as he maneuvered himself in  a way that wouldn’t let Miles see anything, even when he moved his head to do so.

“No dude, just lemme see.” He said dryly. Like he said, pure evil.

“Bleh, so boring,” he said playfully, “But fine, since you’re soooo impatient.” Miles sticked out his tongue in response, but immediately perked up when Hobie turned around. Is that…

Cheetos?

Miles started laughing by the time Hobie was snickered, and before long they fully started dying. “Dude- pfft- I didn’t think you would remember,” he giggled. He really thought he was the only one who remembered, but he guesses not.

“How could I forget when you had such a strong opinion?” He smirked.

“Of course I do, it’s an important issue. Speaking of, you know that’s gonna taste like trash right?” He shook his head, he’s going to be shitting hot Cheetos for days with that combo. Atleast Miles’s makes sense when put together.

“Tut tut Sunflower, so judgmental. You’ve never even had ‘t before. How would you know ‘t’s bad, did the creator tell you?” Hobie fake scolded him.

“No, but my eyes did. It doesn’t even look good aesthetically, nevertheless edible.” Miles giggled, “Go ahead though, I won’t stop you.”

“Yeah you won’t!” Hobie says before shoving what was once a whole scoop of ice cream into his mouth. “Dude!” Miles cackled.

“Whayhm?” He says casually, his mouth still full of ice cream.

“You’re insane, completely and utterly insane.” He said, trying not to laugh.

“Nope, just open-minded. Unlike a certain bloke I know.” He swallowed the ice cream, face scrunching from how cold it was. Or because, you know, it tastes disgusting. “Well, how does it taste then?” He said expectantly.

“Bangin’” He said confidently, but Miles knew better.

“Really?”

“Nope, it’s absolutely minging. But that’s not the point is ‘t?” Hobie said matter-of-factly, like he actually did something.

“Actually, I think it is.” He laughed.

“Nope you just don’t understand.” He said stubbornly.

“I don’t?” Miles smirked as he leaned forward.

“Nope.”

“Hmm, I don’t know dude. Cause my choice looks and,” he finally tried a bite of his ice cream, “tastes 100% better.” The punk scoffed at that and crossed his arms. “Impossible.”

“Mhm, well wont don’t you try it before you judge.” Miles leaned even closer and gestured his spoon to Hobie’s mouth, “I’ll even give you one of my eyeballs.” He smirked.

Hobie laughed incredulously and looked away. “C’mon dude, it won’t hurt you.” He chuckled as he observed the boys face, since he’d probably never get the opportunity again. It was nice. He got to see his piercings on his eyebrow up close, his eyes, and even the piercings on his ear that was… red?

Confused, he leaned back a little and saw him take a little breathe of relief. Was he flustered? Hobie? He was a little close sure, but he’s the one always grabbing him and stuff! Who would’ve known that trying to make eye contact with him was all it took to make him start blushing like a school girl.

“Fine, but only because you offered your minces,” The punk said hesitantly as he took a bite from the spoon.

“See? Mines is better,” He grinned. Hobie didn’t make the face he did earlier when he ate his, but instead looked like he actually enjoyed it. He was also blushing but, that’s not important right now. He’ll analyze it when it’s time for the debrief with Gwen.

“Who said that?” Hobie smirked, which received a ‘really?’ type face from the Puerto Rican. “Okay okay I have to admit, it wasn’t that bad.” He said as he playfully held his hands up in surrender.

“Mhm,” He laughed. “Anyways, how is your band going?” While in America, Hobie decided to impulsively start a band with random people he found around the city. He’s never met them, but apparently it’s only consists of 3 people so far, including Hobie.

“Eh, it’s going. Need another mate though, can you play any instruments?” He teased. “You already know I can’t,” he sighed. He would love being in a band with Hobie, even if his parents wouldn’t approve.

“Oh! I do know somebody who can though! Do you need a drummer?” He said excitingly as he thought of Gwen. She’s been looking for a band right? This would be awesome for her, he just knows she’d love Hobie! “Yeah we do,” he smiled.

“Can you ask them?”

“Mhm! Of course dude, you’d probably love each other,” he chuckled, “Same vibe you know?”

“Hmm… vibe, what vibe do you think I have?” Hobie remarked, staring at him expectantly. Miles faltered a little, what can he say to him that doesn’t sound fruity?

“Uhm, chaotic? But not all the time, you’re actually pretty chill. And kinda comforting??” He said hesitantly, gauging his reaction.

“Comforting? Sunflower, I’m comforting to you,” He said flattered as he put a hand over his heart. “Well yeah dude, you-“ Miles blushed, quickly trying to defend himself before deciding against it and pausing to articulate his words, “You helped calmed me down when the dean was chasing me, and I thought that was pretty cool? You probably didn’t mean to do it on purpose but I really appreciated it at the time.” The silence after made Miles nervous so he quickly blurred out a “You also gave me free food back then too, so that helped,” that made the punk let out a laugh.

“The crisps sealed the deal, huh?” He tittered. “Chips.” he responded. “Ah whatever, chips and crisps. Both the same thing innit,” Miles looked at him incredulously as Hobie just shrugged. “OH so now they’re the same! But I remember someone in the recent past saying the exact opposite.” He opposed.

“Yeah, you. Just another example of your close-mindedness,” he sighed, shaking his head.

“Woowwwww,” Miles said before getting interrupted by his own laughter.

He’s been laughing a lot today, hasn’t he? He’s even lost count. Unfortunately, it would end soon. He’s almost done with his ice cream, and Hobie has already thrown his right in the garbage. He doesn’t want to, leave that is. After all that stress from earlier, he feels like he deserves atleast a few more minutes. Hobie might not think so though, what if he wants to leave already?

“Hey, after I’m done with my cup wanna bounce.” He sighed. He should atleast give him the option, even if he’ll most likely say yes.

“Do you want to?” He asked. “We have an hour before “curfew” so we could stay a litte longer.” He mocked the word curfew obnoxiously before looking at Miles. “If you’re worried about that, we can still leave if you want to though.”

What?

Did Hobie think he wanted to leave? Pfft- even the thought was laughable.

“Nah, I wanna stay. Was just asking.” Miles smiled.

Hobie actually wanted to stay and hang out. With him.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been so nervous to ask him to hang out after all.