You and Hobie were best friends. Nothing more. Sure you went to prom together, you were roommates, he kisses you, but you weren’t together. Hobie hated labels but you two get shipped everywhere you go, Hobie enjoying it with his constant smirk on his face looking down at you as you looked down at the floor in embarrassment. You were in your dorm that day in his lap watching your phone as he watched with you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he caressed your waist.