You and Hobie were dating. At least that’s what it was like to you. He doesn’t like labels so your relationship was never strictly defined. But considering you guys kissed, cuddled, and did all the other things couples did, you weren’t exactly friends.

You had just texted Hobie goodnight but didn’t get a reply back. So you layed down in your bed and closed your eyes until you heard a window open and saw Hobie climbing through it.

“Hey luv, whatcha up to?” He asks, taking the mask off.