you laid peacefully on your bed, scrolling through your timeline when you received a text from Hobie. The cute, tall, British, brown skin boy with wicks that you’ve been talking to in secret. You weren’t official or anything, you just slept together some nights, kissed, made out, went on missions together, stuff like that but you werent dating. It’s not something you wanted. When you started talking it was established that it wasn’t anything more than fwb

“Hey, love” the text read