Hallway crush

by orphan_account

Summary:

Hobie is an exchange student at Visions and he has a massive crush in his classmate, miles since the first time he saw him.
Miles swears the new student hates his guts.

 

AU they are all normal teens

HOBIE IS 16 PEOPLE

Chapter 1: the beginning

   Three months ago, Hobie Brown arrived at Visions Academy– a sort of Barbie princess charm school lottery, but instead of it being an amazing movie with allegories of gentrification and themes of poverty (don't judge him, it's actually a good movie, and limiting ones tastes to the constraints of masculinity is bullshit), it's a bloody program that takes a student from an impoverished neighbourhood in England to a fancy private school in the states– as if that’ll help the rest of the people in his community. It doesn’t help that most of the other students were spoilt, clique-y arseholes.

   He hates everything about Visions. They try to seem accepting and diverse, but he could see through their gilded bullshit with their uniforms and teachers trying to seem empathetic (except for whatever’s going on with O’Hara). The school just wants to put a progressive mask on and pretend they care so they can squeeze money from rich parents who wanted their kids in ivy league colleges– which were just as clasist as private schools– so they could keep their precious prestige.

 

   Well, okay, maybe Hobie doesn’t hate everything. His roommate, Pavitr Prabhakar, is in a similar boat as him. The younger had been granted a full scholarship to study at Visions– but unlike Hobie, he actually likes most things about the school. But either way, he was cool and easy to get along with; sometimes, they would hang out after classes and talk about anything music, the things the British stole from India that are still unrightfully in museums in Europe, which quickly became the usual.

 

   Hobie made another new friend, Gwen Stacy, in Spanish class (with the weirdo O’Hara) when he sat next to her. Since the teacher hadn’t arrived yet, they started talking and discovered that they shared interest in the same punk band, and they both played instruments, so they became close quickly.

   Though what quickly became the best part of Visions was Miles Morales – the most stunning bloke that he had ever seen. The first time he had seen the other boy was Hobie’s first day of classes. Because the school cycle began a month prior, he has to introduce himself in front of the class, and that's when he sets eyes on him, sitting near the window, drawing. His only thought was bloody hell, he is beautiful.

   So when the teacher had Hobie sit next to Unnamed Pretty Boy, he rightfully panics; barely hiding it as he nervously walks to the desk next to him. What’s he supposed to do, sit next to this fucking model? He was even prettier up close, what with the way the sun behind him made the edges of his afro glow golden, how his full lips parted and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, how his eyes looked so warm and the sunlight shone off the irises like sunflower petals–

At that moment he realized he was fucked. The mandem at home were going to tease him relentlessly later, and his first day wasn’t even over.

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   The teacher’s voice was grating as they droned on and on about the new exchange student, how he– Hobart Brown, as said student awkwardly clarified– was from another country, and everyone should be nice to him, like the class didn’t know already or would inevitably ignore. Miles knows the drill by heart at this point, having once been on the other side of it, so he half-listens and continues drawing in his notes until he hears his name mentioned. Oh great, he gets stuck with the new student.

   Though once he looks up, he quickly swallows that thought. What had to be the coolest guy in the world was coming his way– covered in piercings, dark makeup, and wicks that added more onto his imposing figure– and oh shit, he was looming over Miles as if the latter had kicked a puppy. Miles’s eyes widen, his heart threatens to pound out of his ribcage. What could he have possibly done to the new guy for him to look at him like that already?

He swallows harshly and stammers out a “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Miles”, extending his hand towards the other boy once he had seated. But the guy just keeps staring at him, so he slowly lowers his hand and awkwardly turned to his classwork; chest pounding with embarrassment as he felt the eyes of his classmates staring.

The teacher starts to give a small introduction about the weeks topic, but it goes unnoticed by both boys.

Chapter 2: He hates me/I love him

Summary:

their respective talks with their friends
also a surprise gayatri appears

 “But you didn't see how he was looking at me, Gwen!” Miles complained to his best friend, laying in her bed as Gwen was doing homework on the desk in front of the window. He was crashing at her dorm since she didn’t have a roommate yet. “He was staring like I had– I don't know, kicked a puppy or something!”

 

  He had met the girl when she had just changed schools to his middle school halfway through 6th grade and they had become attached at the hip after they were grouped together in an excursion to the museum of natural history. While they got distracted with the exhibit about anatomy, a kid broke his arm jumping down the stairs which caused the excursion to be cut short; and the teacher forgot about them in the midst of the chaos. When their parents finally arrived to get them an hour later, they had declared the other as their best friend.

 

  “Miles, are you sure?” she asked while turning towards him, “I'm not saying you’re crazy or anything, but you have been known to overthink social interactions,” she continued.

  Miles did misunderstand people at times, but he was sure the guy was indeed staring at him as if he were a cockroach or something.

  "Yeah, I know, but– I don't know– it felt weird you know? I don't want another person making fun of me so soon after everything." He starts fidgeting with his fingers while absent-mindedly gazing at the plethora of movie and band posters and his own drawings of the Mary Janes on the walls.

  Before Gwen could stop him, he continued his nervous breakdown, soon moving to scratching his arms. “¡coño!  What if he figured out I skipped grades? I’m never gonna live this down!”

  The blonde girl sat next to him, bringing back his attention. " Hey , don't worry, okay? If this new guy starts being an ass to you, I'm gonna stop him on his tracks, alright?" she assured. "but I really don't think he will. Just try to give him a chance?"

 

  "Fineee.” he reluctantly agreed. " But if he is, you will have to buy me a cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake at Spidey’s, deal?" Miles extended his pinky to seal the deal, and laughed when his best friend rolled her eyes.

 

  "Really?” she deadpans, before soon laughing along and finishing the pinky promise "okay. If he does any asshole-ish behaviour, I will take you to that toxic waste dump.” 

 

  "* ¡a ver , Gwanda! Don't you dare disrespect the best diner in the neighbourhood, entiendes? " Miles admonishes, trying to keep a straight face.

 

  "Miles, the health department is trying to close it; eating there will kill you one day," the girl replied half-jokingly.

 

  "oh fuck off, dude!"

  For all his troubles, she just laughs at him and he couldn’t not join. After a while, when they could breathe again, Gwen has to go back to her homework, and Miles has to leave.

  “Say ‘hi’ to your dad and the cooler Peter from my part"  the brown eyed boy called out as he exited the room and waved goodbye. 

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  Hobie opens his dorm's door with a sigh, tosses himself on the bottom bunk, covers his head with the pillow and screams bloody murder. He was so distracted admiring the cute boy that he can’t remember his name! God, he couldn't concentrate on any of the first period because of Unnamed Pretty Boy.

  Fortunately (or, in his opinion, unfortunately) it was the only class they share, but he kept catching glimpses of him all day– in the hallway talking to a guy with glasses, in the lunchroom and at free period drawing– Unnamed Pretty Boy was everywhere! Not like Hobie was complaining though. Definitely not blathering on and on about it to his poor, longsuffering roommate.

  “Okay, that's not weird at all. '' Pavitr looks at him, clearly concerned. Of course that's the first thing that comes out of his mouth. Then he abruptly turns to his phone. “Sorry, my roommate is being dramatic about some random guy.”

  That's when Hobie realised that the other boy was talking to his girlfriend back in Mumbai.

 

  "Sorry mate, I didn't notice you were talking to her today," he apologised, "and hello Gayatri."

 

  "Hi hobie!" she chirps as she waves at him. "Are you okay? How was your first day?" 

 

  Which was a mistake to ask, as the British boy immediately goes on a rant about the pretty bloke, about how he was drawing, about his dreamy eyes, about how he couldn't even talk to him cuz he was so awestruck by him–

 

  “ Okay… so you’re saying you caught a crush on someone not even an hour into classes? And you didn't talk to him? ” Pavitr asks, clearly exasperated. "you’ve got it bad, bro." 

 

  “Aghhh– I know, bruv,” Hobie rubbed his face. “I made a right fool of myself there.”

 

  “Well then, so what is this angel with the prettiest eyes’s name anyways? I might know him.”

 

  "* मेरा प्यार , don't bully Hobie too much when he’s just in looooveee with the angel ," the brunette giggles, "but yeah, what's his name anyways?" 

 

  Hobie’s eyes widen in alarm. It’s not like he didn't try to know. All Pavitr can do is stare right into his eyes and go on a rant that Hobie barely processes; something, something, please tell me he just didn't introduce himself and it's not that he did and you didn't pay attention, as Gayatri just laughs her ass off at the scene in front of her. 

 

  When the older boy continues silently (seething) staring at him, then the ground, Pavitr laughs incredulously and lets out a precision strike “you are fucked , man.”

 

  “Piss off, a rseholes, ” Hobie mumbles. "I gotta roll. Goodbye, goodnight, you sickening lovebirds" taking his guitar with him to wander around the grounds– with accommodations that were way too shitty with how much the damn school cost. 

 

 

Notes:

sorry it took me soo long to update
hope yall enjoy thiss
leave me a comment i loveeeee reading yalls thoughts i read them all but i sometimes forget to answer

come to scream at me on tumblr its also were i say how the new chapter is going jshdhsah
https://www.tumblr.com/imjustadepressedgaylilbitch

have a great day/night

also this was hobie the first time he saw miles
https://tenor.com/view/elmo-stare-sesame-street-rocco-death-stare-gif-24438342
his thoughts were OMG IM GONNS MAARY THIS BEATIFUL MAN EVEN THO I DONT BELIVE IN THE CONSTRUCT OF MARIGGE
and this was miles
https://tenor.com/search/monkey-puppet-gifs
his thoughts in the other hand were
THIS GUY IS GONNA MURDER ME

Chapter 3: Ethereal

Summary:

Hobie thinks of home
Miles sees something ethereal

  Hobie arrives to the common room, still in the horrid uniform that the school decided to put on the students to make them look like perfect little puppets so they wouldn't be able to express themselves. He already had his plans to alter it. 

 

  Upon realising the room was empty, he’s glad; he didn't want to deal with his (mostly)  posh schoolmates that felt as if the fact that they had money meant they could do whatever they wanted without consequences because dear mummy and daddy were gonna pay good money to keep their innocent sweet baby out of trouble and with a clean record.

 

 The brit sees a window nook and decides to sit and make himself comfortable, soon taking out his little songwriting book that his mates gifted him before leaving camden.

He wanted to write something but he just couldn't. Fuck. He has a block. "shit!" he grumbles to himself; frustrated that for reasons he doesn’t understand, his brain just decided to kick all inspiration out of the window.

 

  So, Hobie takes to absentmindedly plucking at the strings on his guitar while watching the Brooklyn skyline. Compared it with the streets back home, it was just different – neither good nor bad. It has a different type of architecture, different nightlife, different lights, everything was different . 

 

 He misses home. Not the place, but the people, his band, and the sweetest, most caring person out there, Thea Jameson– the old lady who took him in 2 years ago. 

She saw a pre-teen squatting in the run down building near her home, and decided that instead of reporting it to the Bottle and Stopper, she was gonna take him in, feed him, clothed him, and give the boy everything she could. She decided to give him a home. 

 

  She was also the one who inscribed him for the scholarship. She said it would be good for him. Bless her, Thea had so much faith in Hobie, his future, everything, even his music, So he went along with it, just for her. He didn't even care about his future when it comes to education, but he truly wanted her to be proud. Yeah, she would be proud either way, but the woman was just so excited when the letter arrived saying he was eligible for the scholarship, he couldn't back out now– it’d be akin to immolating himself. 

 

  Between guitar warm-up notes and half-assed beginnings of an actual tune, Hobie decides he’ll call Thea tomorrow; tell her about Pavitr, his first day, and maybe about the Unnamed Pretty Boy™ (he has to fix that soon), maybe ask her if the others had been around and about Mister Marx the cat. 

 

  He continues playing for a while, still gazing into the night, not paying attention to anything, too wrapped up in his reverie to notice that someone was watching him. 

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  Miles passes by the common room to get to his dorm so he could finish his Spanish homework, (Since Mr. O’Hara would have a bone to pick with him otherwise) when he heard the notes of a guitar.

 

 That was weird… he didn't know anyone staying in the dorms who could play the guitar, especially not that well. The boy glances around for the person playing, and his eyes fell on the silhouette of the boy with wicks– Hobie Brown, he remembers. He looks so at peace, in comparison to how he was when they "met" a few hours ago. 

 

  The other boy is resting his head on the wall, eyes closed. The moon reflected on his dark skin, accentuating those runway model-esque cheekbones, making his piercings sparkle, as he calmly strummed his guitar. He looked ethereal . 

 

  Too bad he hates Miles. 

 

  It takes that thought to rouse Miles from his own reverie, and like a totally normal person who wasn't just staring like a creep, make his way to the dorms. Totally normal. Totally didn't panic. By the time he gets back, he opens the door to Ganke playing a video game about some weird people in spandex suits, who raises his head in bland acknowledgement. 

 

  Miles is hit with the need to capture that moment so ingrained in his brain. The moon, the city in the background, the hues of the light-polluted sky, and the gorgeous boy playing his guitar, looking so relaxed and at peace. 

 

  He had never noticed what an interesting face the other had until just then, and he just knows he’s never going to be able to make a perfectly accurate drawing of it. The thought almost disappoints him enough to not try with all of his heart anyways.

  Almost.

 

  When the drawing is almost finished and his eyes started to droop, he realises he’s completely forgotten about Mr. O'Hara’s homework. That was due tomorrow, in second period… oh god estaba jodido.

 

  He takes one look at the clock on the wall and groans. He’s going to have to pull an all-nighter. Mamí wouldn't be happy about that if she ever discovers this. 

 

  Let’s hope she never does.

Notes:

Y'all I hope you enjoy the chapter I'm sorry for not updating till now but my house flooded and we had to take all the floor out and then my mom had a lot of work so I couldn't use the laptop that much.
Also the stress was a lot soo yeah sorryyy about that

thanks to my editor they are so fucking awesome<3

i created Thea cuz hobie deserves someone to take care of him.

Also thea punched nazis and racist in her younger years (who are we kidding? she still does)

tell me your thoughts babessss

Notes:

Sooo this is the first chapter of this fanfic yalll thanks to my beta reader who made this like a thousand times better <3 also thanks to the people in the server how gave me ideas for this

Love yall have a great day/night

I'm gonna fix some stuff tomorrow cuz im super tired

EDIT: so i have fixed some minor details