Sleepovers are supposed to be fun, calm and overall normal. And mostly, they were. 

Today you found yourself in your friends apartment, it was kind of messier than you imagined but it is Hobie, after all, so what else to expect, pretty much. Not that you were too judgemental about it, and truthfully, everything was not that bad to make your jaw drop in shock from the God awful chaos going on in his apartment. You two were friends so of course you had to have a beer, have deep talks with each other by nighttime, and overall spend quality time as the night falls on Camden, making the city peaceful and less crowded with people, you could even hear crickets. It was quiet, what more is there to wish for? A good sleep, probably. Speaking of which, Hobie was getting, but you were not, due to a fly that managed to get in when you left the window open to let some fresh air in and to smoke (it was mainly Hobie who smoked). 

And it just so happened to fly and bother you in the middle of the night and irritate the living shit out of you, causing you to twist and twirl to get rid of it or even put one of your hands in the air and wave it in hopes that the fly will get scared and eventually leave. But it did not, and it caused you to get up and have the phenomenal idea of chasing it all the way with a literal newspaper to at least, make it fly out of the window. But it did not go as planned and after trying to be slick and carefully capture it, you ended up in Hobie’s room and after almost catching it, you loose balance and end up in his bed, on top of him, followed by an immediate reaction from him.

“Wha’...?”

He asks groggily and confusedly, rubbing his eyes to see you, on top of him, eyebrows raised. He definitely did not expect to be awoken by such unexpected sight.