You Delinquent Little Punk |Hobie Brown X Reader|

6 |I don't belong here|

A/n- I did time skip about two weeks
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Y/N POV

Hobie has been here for almost three weeks and he's been getting noticeably snappy lately.

"Hey Hobie." I wave at him as he finally comes out of his room.

"Hi." He says.

He's been distant and hardly ever coming out of his room lately. It was starting to worry me because he wasnt like this before and just straight up ignores me when I try to talk to him, maybe I did something wrong but I doubt it.

"You feeling ok?" I ask walking over to him in the kitchen and he just nods and leaves.

At this point get out my house little fucker, how you gonna ignore me in my own house.

I follow him and knock on his door.

"Hobie." I knock I bit harder.

"What?" He says clearly annoyed.

"Come out here, we need to talk." I say.

"And you can't do that threw the damn door?" He says impatiently.

"Hobie, open the damn door!" I yell.

You ain't finna bitch me in my own house the fuck.

He finally opened the door after a bit of shuffling around.

"What." He leaned against the doorway.

"What's going on with you? Your being distant as shit." I ask.

"It's nothing." He shrugs.

"Oh really, its gotta be something because you never used to be like this." I sigh as I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"It's nothing y/n." He says closing the door but I block him.

"Whoa, now I know somethings wrong. You never call me that." I say.

"Well if you weren't being such a bitch.." He says under his breath.

"What. The. Fuck!?" I yell.

"What now." He rolls his eyes.

Don't act like I didn't hear what you just said. Who in the hell you calling a bitch because it sure ain't me.

"Who you calling a bitch?" I put my hand on my hip.

"Who do you think. Now will you leave me alone." He mutters.

"I THINK the fuck not. You ain't talking to me." I exclaim. "You done lost your mind." I sigh.

"I'll take that as a yes." He slams the door in my face.

Hell must have frozen over because ain't no way he slammed the door in my face. In MY house.

"What in the hell- Hobie!" I yell barging into his room.

I feel like my mom, now I know how badly I got her nerves. I gotta apologize for my behavior as a kid because now I know how ridiculous it is to deal with.

"Get out of my room Y/n." He says as he lays on his bed.

"For one, this is my house. And I'll go into whatever room I want. You living here for FREE." I say standing in front of his door.

"That doesn't mean I don't get any privacy." He rolls his eyes.

"You'll get privacy when you explain your attitude." I cross my arms.

"I don't belong here Y/n!" He yells the anger in his voice could make the ground shake.

"W-what?" I say my tone dropping to a whisper.