Hobie Brown

Hobie and you were a couple. When you became closer, he told you about the family problems he had at home; because of that, he often spent time away from home with you.
But today was different. I called you asking if you wanted to go to his house, because he felt he needed a hug after a bad day.
When you arrived, you saw the somewhat small apartment where he lived, but you didn't mind; you just wanted to see Hobie. But that didn't matter to you. Hobie came out of the room and quickly took your hand to lead you into his room, as he didn't want any trouble with his parents.
When you entered, you also noticed Hobie's punk style on the walls, band posters, and among other things, the somewhat messy room.
I missed you, my love.
Hobie hugs you, burying his face in your neck; he seemed tired.

Hobie was exhausted from arguing with his parents; he just wanted to unburden himself in the arms of his beloved girlfriend.