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Land i was raised on- Epilogue
Hobie brown x Midwest emo!reader
Chapter summary: The day hobie went back to his hometown for the summer
Series summery: Hobie Brown's Mom wanted him to spend his Summer in their small hometown. He thought it would be a drag, but the kid across the street and their loud music, old flannels, and hatred of the midwest might make it a little better.
Cw: i don't think any, though it may change in the next few chapters, ill update each one :)
The car ride to Hobie's home town was silent, the radio playing quietly as Hobie watched the trees pass.
The car felt too small after Hobie's last growth spurt. It was the same car his mom bought when Hobie was seven, but back then it felt like a luxury.
His mom drove slowly through forests and a few small towns, sometimes pointing out high schools she competed against when she was in school.
Honestly, Hobie didn't mind. Sure, he wasn't hyped about spending his months off school in some small town in ohio, but all of his older siblings had graduated and his mother desperately wanted to visit her parents. So, he tagged along. His guitar was buried in the trunk, along with a few suitcases of clothes and personal items.
The drive from New York to Ohio was a decently long one, not that he had much to compare it too. He'd only been on a few vacations and school trips in his life, his family wasn't very well off, but they made it work.
He could tell they were getting close when his mom's comments became more frequent, pointing out a drive-in movie theater off the side of a empty road, and when they got to the town she pointed out the library, public pool, the small shopping mall, and an old high school.
It seemed like a nice place, but everything felt so old. Hobie had been here once or twice when he was a kid, but that was years ago. Every memory he made had long faded.
Hobie was relieved to get out of the car when his mom pointed to a house and said that this was his grandparents house. it was vaguely familiar.
It was in a nice-ish neighborhood, houses lined the road, which had a number of potholes and cracks. He was pretty sure he'd seen a church a block or two away too, he only hoped his grandparents weren't religious fanatics.
"This is where I grew up. You remember it, don't you?"
"Yeah..." Hobie said, stepping out of the car, "Kind of."
His mother smiled at him, "Thank you for coming, I know it's not quite your ideal summer, but i think it'll be good for you to Spend some time out of the city."
His mother was a soft woman, but that wasn't to say she wasn't strong. His father had passed a few years prior, and she did her best to raise Hobie and his siblings in the city. He figured that giving her the summer before his senior year was the least he could do.
"Now, I'm gonna go say hi to Mom, you can grab yourself now, they'll show you to your room..." She paused for a moment, turning to face him, "I love you."
"I love you too."
He opened the trunk, pulling out his guitar case and his biggest suitcase before turning back to the house.
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Hobie unpacked his suitcase into the old wooded dresser and the small closet. He was mentally debriefing about his arrival.
In the past almost seven years, he'd only spoken to his grandma and his pops over the phone. Not frequently either, mainly on holidays or birthdays. From what he'd seen, they were pretty cool.
His pops had commented on his sex pistols shirt, and asked if he was into that kind of music. When Hobie said yes, his pops promised Hobie a drive to a record store a town over that sold lots of old records.
His grandma greeted them with a plate of cookies on the table and led him up to his mom's old room. It had nice white walls and light blue curtains. There was a queen sized bed shoved in one of the corners with a quilt that looked older than Hobie laid over it. A small desk was pushed under the window and next to the window was a cork board, which Hobie took the Liberty of putting up the few pictures he brought of his friends.
That was the only thing he really dreaded. He didn't have any friends here. Not that he had a whole bunch back in new york, but he had Gwen, who was his drummer and year under him in school, and Pav, who played keys and always gave Hobie food to bring home. Plus that Miles kid that Gwen begged Hobie to teach bass so he could be in the band- though it really didn't take much begging. They were his people, his band. The Mary Janes. He already felt like he was missing out by not being there for the end of school, though, party is a strong word for a few kids underage drinking in someones bedroom, but still.
All things considered, he liked it here. it was nice. The normal sound of car horns and engines was gone, though it was replaced with the neighbors lawn mower. And his only problem was that his grandma kept calling him "Hobart" and not "Hobie". It only really bothered him because no one called him his full name other than a few of the difficult teachers at school.
Once his grandma called for him to eat and he found his seat in the dining room, his Mom started talking about plans for the summer.
"I think you're gonna like it here. One of these days you can look up things to do. I think the old skate rink is still open, we hung out there all the time when I was a kid. And Ceader Point is just two hours from here, we'll get season passes and drive down there a few times."
She kept talking, but Hobie focused on his food. He only started listening again once his Pop's chimed in.
"We're all driving up to the farmers market tomorrow, so you'll be here alone for a while. You can drive around, but you need to be here until twelve so Y/n can come mow."
"Who?"
"Y/n, they live two houses down. Sweet kid. You'll just need to open the garage for them so they can get the mower. After they leave the day is yours."
Hobie hummed, "yeah, will do."
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