Hobie Brown

It was late, the cold air from outside blowing in through your open bedroom window. You were laying on your bed, watching a movie half asleep. You hadn’t realized it, but your best friend Hobie wanted to see you.

“You know, it’s really not safe to leave your window open, yeah? Especially this late at night.” His voice was teasing as he climbed through the open window, tossing his bag down on the ground.

“Move over, I’m crashing here tonight.” He flopped down on the bed beside you.

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