• Someday • Chaipunk •

•Chapter 3•

"Sit down" The taller man spoke, smiling slightly he patted the seat next to him.

Pavitr sat and watched the other fiddle with the strings on his guitar, entranced by the small movements. He still thought the other was beautiful. Pavitr was speechless every time he set eyes on the taller man. Everything about him was gorgeous to Pav, and the shorter man couldn't take his eyes off of him, and if he couldn't stare at him, he would think of him. He was, however, worried about the reaction he was having near the man, as they only met like an hour ago.

When Pavitr next went to speak again, to ask the other where he should start, he realised he never caught the other mans name.

"Hey uh-" Pav began, unable to find the correct words.

"Hm?" Hobie said, looking up at him.

"I uh, i never caught your name."

"The names Hobie. Hobie Brown. Whats yours?"

"My names Pavitr Prabhakar"

"Nice to meet ya love" Hobie responded. Pavitr noticed the term of endearment and a light blush dusted his cheeks as he replied

"Nice to meet you too"

Hobie had finished whatever he was doing with his guitar, and he motioned for Pav to pass him the one that he would be using. Pavitr passed over the guitar he'd picked up earlier and watched as Hobie strummed a few quiet notes, mesmerised by the slight movements and gentle sounds.

As he finished what he had been doing with it, he handed it back to the shorter man and turned to face him.

"Aight, so im gonna teach you some chords first, aight love?"

Pav once again blushed at the pet name. Unknowingly to Pav, Hobie was simply teasing the other man at this point. He found the blush on his face when he called him 'love' adorable, and couldn't keep his mind off the other's delicate features and warm demeanor.

"Yea, yea that would be great"

"Okay so ya put yer hands like this.." Hobie began, as Pavitr attempted to copy him. However, he couldnt get his hand to fit on it right, and ended up failing miserably.

"No, love, its more like-" Hobie paused, thinking for a second before continuing "here let me just.."

Hobie out his guitar down and leaned over to lay his hands on top of Pavitr's own, and repositioned his fingers on the correct frets.

"There ya go, try strummin"

Pavitr tried to strum, and the note soundeda bit more like a strangled cat than the gentle note Hobie had played earlier. Hobie winced and stummed again himself, attempting to show Pav what to do.

When Pav continued to get it wrong, Hobie decided to start from scratch and he put the guitar between them, explaining which frets were which, how to strum and much more, however around half way through Pavitr got distracted. You see, he'd just noticed Hobie was wearing black lipstick, and his face flushed at the thought of, 'what if he kissed him and got black lipstick on his own lips?' And he spent a good minute convincing himself that, no, that wasn't a good idea.

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Eventually, Pav could play a small tune and got by that class, and Hobie walked out of class with him.

"Y'know, if ya ever wanna keep learnin guitar, im free pretty much all the time- ive got a new roomie showin up at my dorm today but y'know its whatever, sure they won't be that much trouble. So, whatddya say?"

"Sure! That'd be great!"

I look down at my planner and see that im excused of the next few periods to go unpack in my new dorm. Room 138B. I look up to say simething else to Hobie, but he'd already seemingly left. Pav looked at the ground dissapointedly, wishing he had more time to speak with the taller boy.

He eventually resigned to going up to his new dorm room, his bags having been put up there a few days prior. As he looked around the small living space, he saw 2 small bedrooms branching off, a bathroom, and a small communal kitchen and living room. He couldn't tell whos bedroom was whos, so he walked into the first one he saw, hoping his new roomie wouldn't mind the intrusion.

As he entered the room, however, he realised that, despite his hopes, this was definitely not his room. The walls were littered with posters of bands Pav had never heard of, there was a small cocoon of blankets on the bed, food cartons were left out, many different newspapers and snippets were stuck to the walls. Yup, definitely not his room.

"Ey, whatcha doin in here, pretty boy?" Someone whispered in his ear, a shiver running down his spine at the feeling of breath on his neck.

Pavitr whipped around in shock, finding Hobie stood way too close behind him. He stepped back in surprise, his face heating as he tripped over an old art project, laid out on the floor.

As Pavitrs world tilted while he fell backwards, he felt something strong wrap around his waist, catching him. Looking down, Hobie had leaned forward, catching the shorter man, his arms circling his waist as Pav quickly wrapped his arms around Hobies neck to pull himself up, face still warm from embarrasment and he was still flustered from Hobie standing so close earlier.

"Close call, love. You alright?"

"Yea- yea im good. Thanks- sorry for being in here by the way-"

"Its fine. Your my new roomie, then?"

"Yep, i guess so.."

They stood in silence while Pav went over the interaction in his head, blushing bright red when he remembered hobie calling him 'pretty boy'.

"Ya sure your alright? You've gone kinda red."

"Yep! Yus, yea, positive, im great!" Pavitr said, embarrased, as he walked out of the room, looking back at Hobies as he reached behind him, fumbling for the handle of his respective room.

When he finally managed to get the door open he practically fell into the room, shutting the door behind him and sighing in relief. He laid his forehead against the door, calming himself down from whatever the hell just happened.

Eventually, he turned around, spotting his bags on the bed, grabbing them and beginning to unpack his things, mind wandering back to the taller man, as it always did, and, unknowingly to Pavitr, his mind would develop quite the habit of drifting back to Hobie Brown.

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