1. Hunter and Bobbi were together (romantically) for about a month before she stopped making him find all his own transportation to follow the band around the country. After that, he basically just became an offstage part of the band, riding around in tour buses and on planes with them and staying wherever they did.
2. On said tour buses and planes, Bobbi always fell asleep on his shoulder. Every. Single. Time.
3. Hunter hated the media, the paparazzi, the magazine covers and all the attention, and was always trying to convince Bobbi to run off with him somewhere for awhile (preferably somewhere tropical) so they could get out of the spotlight and just be them.
4. After the band broke up, they got a little apartment in L.A., and Hunter got his ‘67 convertible GTO. Almost every evening, as long as they were speaking to each other, they’d drive down to a local public beach at sunset and hang out until it got too dark to see. Sometimes longer than that.
idiot, idiot, idiot. bobbi sat in the bathroom, looking at the test in front of her and banging the back of her head against the wall before pulling out her phone.
“ bobbi !! hey um — i know we’re still pretty much on rocky ground but um — well the thing is uh — ” she let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers raking through her short hair. “ lincoln is taking me to meet his family tomorrow. he’s always been so secretive about them till now and i have no idea what to do. i-i’m not good with parents. but i don’t want to screw this up. ”
bobbi looked up when she heard daisy call her name, pulling the single earbud from her ear as she gave daisy her now signature doubtful look. they were on R O C K Y ground lately, and honestly, she wasn’t sure what daisy could need from her this time. she raised her eyebrow though, her hardened face turning softer, more surprised. ❛ you need advice ?? ❜
she just wanted to be left alone today. she tried telling phil that she couldn’t come in today. that she had her own personal reasons — — there’s a how tonight, bobbi, you can’t just bail if you’re hungover. she threw her phone after that, cried alone in her hotel room for a while, showered, and filled her biggest reusable bottle with as much vodka as she possibly could. there was no way in HELL she was going to get through this day sober. and she wasn’t about to apologize for that.
she had half the bottle in the car as she was driven over. she was quiet the whole time, bottle in hand, headphones in ears, and watery blue eyes lost in a trance as she stared outside. she stepped out of the car, steady at first, confident almost, but it wasn’t long before she stumbled. and almost as soon as she did, she felt a pair of arms around her. although she didn’t need to, she glanced up, looking at clint as she took in a shaky breath. he took her bottle from her, and she shook her head.
❛ clint, no — ❜ not today.
as he hugged her tight, her head rested on his chest, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying her damn best not to cry. all she wanted to do was to be left alone, so she wouldn’t cry again. but as clint kissed her head and started to talk, she shook her head again, tears falling now.
