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Miles met Hobie in a class at whatever Vision's Academy they shared. He had never seen Hobie there before, he would certainly remember if he had. Hobie was tall, with the most amazing hair Miles had ever seen, with several piercings on his face that made him look super cool, a super cool denim jacket and an even cooler guitar on his back. He was like the most amazing guy Miles had ever seen.
Then Hobie sat down next to him. Apparently looking away wasn't exactly a skill Miles possessed, but he was fine with it. Because Hobie was nice, and Miles and he got on well. Hobie had a British accent and used words that Miles didn't understand sometimes, as well as hating the police, rules, schools, the government and anything related, which would probably make Miles' mother freak out if she met him, but that was okay, because Miles liked him.
Until Miles made a mistake. Hobie said he played guitar and had a band. Hobbie wanted a drummer. Miles knew a great drummer and was sure that she and Hobie would get on well. He never wanted to be so wrong in his life. Unfortunately he was right, Gwen and Hobbie got on well. Too well.
Jessie is a friend
Yeah, I know he's been
A good friend of mine
But lately something's changed
That ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a girl
And I want to make her mine
Miles was going to a bar near Vision's without the school or his parents knowing, and yes, he could get away with it, but Gwen had said that Hobie had asked her to perform with his band there, and Miles needed to see it. He put on a leather jacket he'd found in his roommate Ganke's things, a pair of half-torn jeans, black boots and a headset hanging around his neck. He hoped it would make him look cool and not like a complete nerd who just happened to be there.
He admits that he almost gave up as soon as he entered the place. The bar reeked of cheap alcohol and cigarettes and drugs, Miles wanted to vomit, and there were several couples making out on padded chairs and wall corners, and, to make matters worse, several punks who stared at Miles as if they knew he didn't belong there. He was really uncomfortable. But then he met Pav and Margo, apparently they were Hobie's friends and had heard of Miles, the Puerto Rican almost knelt down to thank them when they took him away from the couples and punks to a quieter place. They didn't belong there either, Morales realized, but being together made them feel more comfortable - Miles admits he felt it too - so he stayed.
And the show began. Miles saw Gwen in the left corner with the drums, she looked stunning, like the most beautiful girl Miles had ever seen in his life. Her movements on the drums were so fluid that it was as if the sticks were flying between her hands and playing by themselves. Gwen seemed happy and at home there, and Miles couldn't have been happier about that. Until he noticed. It was subtle, but he saw it, Hobie was in the center of the stage, his guitar in hand and singing. And Miles probably wouldn't have seen it, not really, but Gwen looked at him, straight into his eyes, and Miles ended up focusing too much. He saw Gwen turn to look at Hobie, he saw Hobie look at her with a smile he didn't recognize, he saw Gwen blush and smile as she stared at Hobie. He also thinks he saw the ground at his feet crumble.
And she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body
I just know it
Yeah 'n' he's holding her
In his arms late
Late at night
In the weeks that followed, it was as if they had finally taken the blindfold off Miles and he began to see things. Like Gwen and Hobie sitting together at the Visions table laughing while looking into each other's eyes. Sometimes he would see Gwen looking at him, then Hobie would go and whisper something in her ear and she would blush and start staring at Hobie instead of him. Sometimes it seemed as if they wanted to say something to Miles, but the Puerto Rican didn't want to hear it, he already knew what it was.
"Hobie and I are dating..."
He'd heard Gwen say it to him in his head a million times. Maybe that way he'd be prepared when he finally heard those words in real life. Nonsense, he knew he wouldn't be. Pav, Margo and even Ganke told Miles that he was wrong and shouldn't rush, but the boy knew better. He heard Hobie call Gwen Gwendy and love. He saw Hobie whisper in her ear and make her blush. He knew he was right, even if he wanted to be wrong.
He hears Gwen ask if she forgot her jacket at Hobie's house at the weekend, and hears Hobie say that she dropped her brushes off too. They really do seem like a couple. Gwen is leaving things at Hobie's house, Gwen is walking with Hobie's sneakers. Hobie calls Gwen love, Hobie calls Gwen various other intimate nicknames.
Miles wishes he could go back in time and never introduce Hobie to Gwen. He wants to tell her that he loves her before she can love someone else, but now there's no point, because Gwen and Hobie are sitting in front of Miles staring at each other with that face that he can't identify, he just knows that they want to tell him something, and he doesn't want to hear it.
You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman like that
I play along with the charade
There doesn't seem to be
A reason to change
You know, I feel so dirty
When they start talking cute
I wanna tell her that I love her
But the point is probably moot
'Cos she's watching him with those eyes
And she's lovin' him with that body
I just know it
And he's holding her
"I don't understand. Ganke, I'm cool, aren't I?"
"It depends on the reason for the question. And you're distracting me."
"Do you think I'm cool or not? Like, I have cool stuff and I'm funny and smart...and handsome...I guess. Gan, am I handsome?"
"Dude, I'm sorry. You're not my type. I'm sorry, but we can still be friends."
"Oh shut up, asshole. You're not helping"
Morales had been thinking about this lately. He's nice and on good terms, he and Gwen have always got on well and she always laughs when she's around him. They just seem to get along. Isn't that how love should be? Because apparently Gwen doesn't agree. What could Brown have that he doesn't?
Well, of course, Hobie was a great guitarist and could talk to Gwen about music, and he was tall, and British, and popular, and cool, and super nice. But that's it? Not great qualities if you look closely. Miles was smart and funny and...well, maybe he didn't know much about guitars and drums, and maybe he wasn't tall or popular, but nobody's better than him at super mario kart.
Shit, who's he kidding? Of course Gwen would prefer Hobie, EVEN HE PREFERRED HOBIE! Maybe he should just try chasing another girl. It shouldn't be that hard, he's got Margo and Margo's nice, he might like her....mightn't he? ....Mightn't he. Because Margo isn't Gwen and he only wants Gwen. Maybe he could find someone like Gwen, then he could like her.
The problem is, where does he find someone like Gwen?
The answer is simple: nowhere. Because Gwen is incredible, intelligent, beautiful, funny, hard-working, brave, a great drummer and, above all, she's unique.
Miles is really lost.
Like Jessie's girl
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman
Where can I find a woman like that
And I'm lookin' in the mirror all the time
Wondering what she don't see in me
I've been funny
I've been cool with the lines
Ain't that the way
Love supposed to be?
Tell me, where can I find a woman like that?
You know, I wish that I had Jessie's girl
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
I want Jessie's girl
Where can I find a woman like that, like
Jessie's girl
I wish that I had Jessie's girl
I want
I want Jessie's girl