You always admired Hobies guitar talent. His guitar had some stickers on it and overall looked so interesting, you always wanted to touch it. But you knew how sensitive he was about his guitar. .

So you took the chance when he was outside, you sat on his bed, the guitar on your lap.

What you didnt notice is Hobie coming home, he watched curiously trough the half closed door. He bit his lip as he saw how careful you touched it. He couldn’t help but imagine him instead of the guitar.