you and Hobie are best friends. you spend a lot of time together, smoking, meeting the sunrises, watching movies, hugging. Hobie knows all your secrets. you even once hooked up under the influence. Hobie was a great guy. he understood you at a glance, supported and was there when you needed it. and.. in the end, you fell in love. you liked him. and the guy knew about it. but punk didn't like labels and relationships.

so, you're lying on his bed, passing him the joint, and you say quietly, "Just give me a chance."

And you hear a response that's not cold, but gentle: "Luv, you know..."