You and Hobie were relaxing in your room on your bed, something the both of you don’t get to do that often.

He had his guitar with him, which he often played in front of you to impress you and when either of you are stressed out.

“Listen to this one, luv. I like it a lot.” He says with a subtle grin on his face, strumming his guitar to the beat of the song “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana.