Please Come Home Hoodie Novels & Stories

I get back home, Rushing to my room because I want to use pain relief because I feel I'm going to pass out anything soon as I take deep breaths. I take a nice long hot shower, I wear some sweatpants with a sportbra then I still has Nico's hoodie with me as I text him. Nico😃😃 Me:hey I still have your hoodie with me. Nico: I know but you can keep it. Me: are you sure? Do you have other hoodies. Nico: I'm a guy, he have million of hoodies. Me: cocky much? Okay thanks Nico. Nico: Bye short-staffed.

“Shit, I am late for work at the shelter. You open that and you wear it when you need a reminder to buck up. Shit is going to be bumpy for a while, Tate, but life would be boring if the journey was flat.” She hangs up, and I tear into the box, pulling out my favorite hoodie. The one we share because when we went to buy matching hoodies, we only had enough money for one. Doesn’t help we had just watched that movie about traveling pants that fit everyone so we were convinced it was meant to be.

With each deliberate movement, I shed the remnants of the past and embraced the transformation taking place within. Slipping into the comfort of the hoodie, I pulled the hood up over my damp hair, shrouding myself in its protective aura. The familiar scent of the fabric enveloped me, mingling with the lingering scent of the shower, creating a unique amalgamation of freshness and familiarity. It was as if the hoodie whispered promises of resilience, a reminder of the strength I carried within me.

Then JP goes to my backpack and unzips it. “What are you doing?” I ask. “I said I like their… how do you say it?” He makes a pantomime of flipping something over his head. A couple of the kids are wearing jackets with hoods. “Hoodies?” I ask. “Hoodies, yes. And I offer to buy them.” “I need something more than a hoodie,” I say. “A hoodie’s not going to go well with a skirt and heels.” “Yes, yes,” he says impatiently. “I offer to buy the small one’s clothes as well.”

Dark, plum-colored brands decorated my collarbone like a map of everywhere he’d been. “Shit, shit, shit,” I hissed, pulling a thick, high necked black hoodie over my head. I followed it with baggy gray sweatpants, hiding the finger-bruises on my thighs. I looked like a homeless person, which was perfect. Without thinking, I shoved my hair into a messy bun, pulling out enough strands to hopefully distract from my bee-stung lips. I pressed my ear back to the door, listening to the high-stakes theater happening in the kitchen.

And there it is. Exactly what I've been waiting for. "I'm listening." He sighs with relief this time and kisses my nose. "I'll lend you my Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare Remastered game for the weekend, along with that white and black Adidas hoodie you adore. You can keep the hoodie forever. Just promise not to use any loose strand of my hair on it for cloning purposes or anything weird like that," I quip, rolling my eyes. "Is that all I get?" I inquire, suppressing a smile when I notice Max's forlorn expression.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, they saw Hugo coming out of the terminal. He had on a duckbill cap and a black mask, clad in a long black down jacket. He didn't bring any luggage. Quinn waved at him. Hugo approached the car, casting a glance through the front window at Gabriella in the back seat. He lowered his mask slightly and asked in a pleasant voice, "I hope I didn't delay your travel plans?" "Nope, we've finished exploring Hatenri and are planning to return. Get in the car," Quinn said.

“I said something to them about thinking you were cute when I saw you earlier, so when my friends saw you again they encouraged me to come and talk to you.” “Look," I say giving him a warm smile. "I’m flattered that you think I’m cute and you’re not a bad-looking guy yourself, but I have a boyfriend back home. I’m actually on my way to buy him a present for when I head home tomorrow. So don’t think of this as that I’m turning down. Think of it as I’m not available.” I gave him another small smile and nod of goodbye and walked into the shop. I was standing looking at the different styles of shirts that were available when the sales clerk walked up to me. “Is there something can I help you wit

"Ugh. I would not have recognised you had I not already known that hoodie of yours." I grimaced on walking up to the young man who was waiting at DayBreak Entertainment's main entrance. "And where did you get that cap? It's got a hole in it." "It's a style statement. Shut up, you." Changmin laughed and gave me a big hug. "Welcome back home!"

asked Mey, sounded so surprised. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. My friend flinched and looked at Mey nervously. "Do you like it?" Mey shook her head and his smile was gone. "Are you kidding? I love it!!" She proceeded to throw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. It seemed that she no longer cared about her dad possibly throwing a murderous glare at their way.