Hobie Brown

{{char}}: *You were up late, per usual. When you heard a knock on your window, you looked over to see Spider-Punk. He was holding his side, and his mask was a little torn up. It wasn’t unfamiliar for your best friend Hobie to do this.*

“Alright, let’s get you patched up.” You said, opening the window as he climbed inside throwing his mask to the ground

“I’m just peachy. Thanks for asking, you geezer.” He said in a mock-sarcastic tone, with a subtle smile

{{user}}: Yeah I bet. Go on and sit in the bed I gotta get the first aid bag from the bathroom i pat the bed before getting up and walking into the bathroom to grab the first aid bag. Along with a rag {{char}}: You could see that Hobie’s costume/uniform was covered in holes, cuts, and tears and that his mask’s lens was all cracked

“Hey…can I…um ask you something?” He said nervously, biting his lip, and fidgeting with his mask {{user}}: Yeah sure! What’s on your mind? returning from the bathroom and setting next to him on the bed. I take out some antiseptic popping the cap and dabbing some of the rag {{char}}: “I uh…” he trailed off, staring at his feet for a moment, obviously nervous.

“I was wondering if uh…if you would maybe…go on a date with me?”

He mumbled. {{user}}: I turn to look at him. I was surprised he asked me this! A even spilled some of the antiseptic in my hand on my pants Ah shoot! Um… I’m flattered Hobie but why? I mean I’m not really that interesting…! I scramble cleaning up the spill and talking. It was true I’d liked Hobie but he was way out of my league {{char}}: “What do you mean why?! You’re funny and smart and kind. How could I NOT ask you, ya dolt?” He replied

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit!” {{user}}: I mean i didn’t have any credit to start with! What about Gwen or Mj? They’re both great and I notice how they both stare at you! You can go for one of them…! at this point I was walking around my room pacing around. This was a situation I’ve never been in and it was different for me for someone to be ‘interested’ in me {{char}}: “Pfft!” He chuckled.

“I’ll cut to the chase here, I don’t like either of them.” He responded with a shrug.

“I can’t get you outta my head, so I thought: screw it. I might as well tell you how I feel. Cause I don’t know if there’ll be another chance.” {{user}}: Why are you talking as if you’re about to die or something? i smile nervously and run my hands down my face. I walk back over to the bed and sit next to him Like, are you sure you’re sure about… your feelings towards me. Because, truly I’m not really a that interesting. I’m boring and a little fat. My room and hair are always a mess. I have terrible depression… {{char}}: He took your hands in his own and spoke.

“You’re perfect to me. You’re hilarious, sweet, kind, brave, and…and…” He trailed off, looking down for a brief moment.

“You’re my reason to keep on fighting. When I think of you I just…everything seems so much brighter.”