Please Come Home Hoodie Novels & Stories

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a hoodie. "Here." He held it out, not meeting my eyes. "You can't keep walking around like that." I stared at the hoodie in his hands, navy blue with the Moonstone High logo on the chest. A kind gesture. The first one in... I couldn't remember how long, probably years. "Why?" It slipped out before I could stop it. He flinched. "Just take it." "If they spot me wearing your hoodie... " "I'll say I lost it," he interrupted. Just..." He thrust the hoodie into my arms frustrated. "Please. Take it."

I asked not sure what kind of options he got. "Yes, you can steal one of my hoodies or even better you can take one of mine that I have stolen from Hunter, or maybe we can go to the other room and get you a special kind of pj, something to keep you warm," he says, I could tell their house was a bit colder than the outside, don't they have enough money to keep this place warm? "Uhhh..." I say thinking this through a hoodie would keep me warm from the waist and up, I know it'll be giant on me, it'll fall down to my hips and keep me covered, but it's really cold.

Sighing she started searching something for her to wear. After sometime she came across a blue colored hoodie and after seeing then huge size she could easily tell that the hoodie belongs to Joaquin. He has the biggest body among the three of them. Shrugging she wore the hoodie while reached to below her mid thighs. After wearing it she messily tied her hair in a ponytail and came out of the room heading downstairs. She saw the brothers already at the dining table waiting for her.

He smiles as he holds it up, and looking at me, he asks, "Did you pick this out yourself?" I think for a moment. "Well, Ves didn't pick it out, and neither did Pike or the others, so yeah." Dane laughs and reaches and pats my shoulder. "Ahh, Reza. You can just say yes and smile." I don't but Dane takes the other gift from my hand and destroys the ribbon as he opens it. Isn't he supposed to wait? He throws the paper on to the ground and opens the box, revealing the hoodie inside. I picked one that isn't polyester and cotton blend. Those are okay, but they don't last. I picked an expensive one that has a wool lining inside.

"He came to town a year before graduation and he never spoke to anyone, dude's always worn a hoodie or a baseball cap it was as if he was trying to hide" "Baseball cap" Kim said trying to think, then the memory came rushing back to her in waves but she still wasn't sure. "Did he by any chance win the math competition by coming in first place?". Delighted Mika clapped her hands together drawing a few curious glance to them. "Yes! And you came in second place, you should have seen your face that day normally you always came first but that year was the first time someone beat you to it".

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

“Absolutely not. Dad has no idea about this situation, and I’d rather keep it that way.” “If you prefer, I have an alternative,” Darius offered, handing me a black hoodie with bold red writing. It had a rebellious vibe, reminiscent of rock music videos. It wasn’t my style, but I wasn’t in a position to be picky. “I know the weather can be quite chilly, and it’s interesting how the human body doesn’t generate its own warmth.”

His hoodie smells like the way Aiden smells, which is cedar and hospital soap and the smell of a man who is in love with a woman and is not going to pretend he is not. I put my face in his hoodie. I put my face in the fabric of a man who has just called HR and PR and told them the entire world, in a way that is the entire world. We are going to get in trouble, I mumble into his hoodie. Probably, he says. His voice is the voice of a man whose chest is rumbling against my face, in the way that chests do when they are talking, in the way that is the entire thing. Worth it.

However, Suzy slammed her utensils down. "Henry, is this really how your family treats me? I'd be better off going home for the holidays." My brother was quick to smooth things over. "Suzy, it's pitch-black outside, where could you possibly go?" Mom chimed in quickly, "Yeah, Suzy, don't pick a fight with her. She hardly ever comes home, just for New Year's. They can crash in the guest room, and you guys take the master."

I always saw Hector go home early after school. “Right after I heard you got detention.” Oh, wow. He was not wearing his hoodie. He wore a black t-shirt with a wolf drawing on it. He looked a lot more comfortable in his clothes than I was in mine. I still had on my messed up purple top that lost the button to hide my cleavage and skinny jeans.