My attempt at a chatfic 💀
Miles still hasn’t confessed to Hobie. He’s not backing out of course! He just, hasn’t find the right moment.
In the beginning, he wanted to tell him in person. Then when he saw him in person, he realized he doesn’t want to confess in a crowded park. And for the past 4 days, he’s been frantically trying to find the right place, taking Hobie near and far, but none of them ever felt like enough. Not for Hobie, and not for his standards.
This is really important to him, he’s not going to half-ass it. And no offense to Gwen and Margo, but confessing at a McDonald’s isn’t his ideal.
So, he’s been stuck in this cycle. And that’s not even mentioning the invite his mom asked him to give to Hobie for Thanksgiving dinner. Yet another thing he’s procrastinated on.
That one’s less of being a perfectionist and more of having the attention span of a fish though. Talking with Hobie just makes him forget things like that. But not this time, he actually has to do it today, since tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
Sadly, he’s not with Hobie right now so texting will have to suffice.
‘Yo Hobie’ he texts, that gets an almost instantly got a ‘Hiya’.
‘Wyd?’ Miles smiled, already having a faint idea of what it is.
‘Practicing with the band’
Heh, he was right. He recommended the band to Gwen last Saturday and she’s been excited for today ever since. They were supposed to start practicing earlier this morning for about an hour, but Miles knew that when they hit it off it would be extended.
‘Oh mb am I interrupting 🧍Tell Gwen I said hi and you’re welcome 💀’
‘Nah you’re alright, we’re on lunch break’ He sent with a photo attached.
It was cute, a selfie with the group dogging down some pizza- with Gwen sticking a middle finger up at the camera cause of course she is. (The thing that really stood out to him is Hobie’s smirk at the camera, with him playfully dangling pizza to the camera.) Probably saw that it was for him and jumped at the opportunity. Too bad for her, he actually got leverage over her now.
‘Tell Gwen that she’s NOT getting her ribbon back 😐 Period’ he snickered before a notification popped up from Gwen.
‘I’m sorry bro please consider thou’s actions and how it will affect ones livelihood 🙏’off brand Shakespeare wrote herself.
‘I did that’s why I said it 😝’
‘this is why I hate you gay people 🙄 I’m burning you at the stake’
‘…’
‘This is being sent to your gf IMMEDIATELY ☝️’
Miles laughed as as he ignored the rest of her messages in favor of texting Hobie. That hoes before bros saying is bullshit, especially when it comes to people with multi-colored hair and a name that starts with G and ends with wen Stacy.
‘Anyways, you don’t have any plans tomorrow right? 🙁’ Miles typed to the punk.
‘Yeah 🤷 but I’ll be fine’
‘U sure?? Cause you can come to mines if you want my moms chill about stuff like that’
‘I don’t wanna disturb you, that stuff is for family right?’
‘People I haven’t seen for years will be there you’ll be fine 😐 The food will be banging I promise 🤞 My mommas cooking’
‘Nah its really alright I dont wanna make things uncomfortable in front of your family’
Looking at his phone, Mikes sighed at the messages. He could ask again, but he doesn’t wanna press.
‘Okay fine but you can’t do NOTHING on Thanksgiving’
He stared at his phone, just waiting for Hobie to try to decline the obvious invite to hang out. There’s no way he’s gonna let him stay in those icky dorms all day tomorrow, with only hot pockets as his dinner.
‘Have anything planned? 👀’
‘Yup 🤭 Wanna go ice skating? A new place opened by the Brooklyn Bridge 🥳’
‘Whatever you want Sunflower 🤷 Be warned that I haven’t got a scooby on how to skate’
‘It’s fine I haven’t gone in likes years so I probably suck too 💀 Is it alright if I order the tickets for 8pm to 9:30?’
‘Yeah’
‘Alright see you there 🤫’
‘👍’