🎙️: "Here we go again.."
I can only find Banana x Pear so I decided to ship these two.
I will be calling The Dancing Banana "Bob" because his name is rlly long
(I may never complete this tbh-)
The Dancing Banana x Boardy fanfic
In this chapter, our gay ass lovers will be meeting each other for the first time. There might be spelling errors because seeing those blue lines annoy me. The art is mine. 438 words.
𝘽𝙊𝘽'𝙎 𝙋𝙊𝙑
I was in my office, just relaxing, when the announcer bursts in. What could he POSSIBILY want this time. He then says, "BOSS! WE GOT A PROMO FOR STARTING UP OUR NEW SHOW!" Like as if I care. From all my experience, they always give us the WORST people. I then respond with, "cool." The show starts, we have two contestants, xlxve_rubyx and Pearl_Sou. A few questions in, ruby chooses "probably geography", Its geography, probably anyway. The lights dim, the announcer says, "Now for our special guest, Boardy the Smart Board!" The crowd cheers as he comes into focus on camera. I will admit, my jaw dropped the moment I saw him. He looked so... so... so good. Wait. What am I saying? I can't be falling in love with the sponsor! This is business! If people find out the host is head over heels in love with the sponsor, what will happen to my business, my future!? No. I might just be thinking things. This weird rush or whatever will end soon. But somehow, I just can't keep my eyes off him.. Why do I feel like this? It's like he's performing some weird spell. What was his name again? Boardy? Right. I'll talk to him after the show.
𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒
I make my way backstage where he is sitting, he's about to pack his things and go. Luckily I caught him at this time. "Hello, Mr. SmartBoard! How are you doing?" He responded, "Oh, me? Heh, yeah, I'm doing alright! Also, just call me Boardy!" God he's so cute. I say "O-oh, okay, B-Boardy." my voice is making it pretty obvious I like him. Dammit. Boardy says, to break the silence, "How was hosting the show?" "Oh, the show? I guess it was alright. It was kinda tiring but y'know." I said. "Well, cya Mr. Banana!" Boardy said. "Wait! Could I get your number? For business purposes.." "Oh really? Business?" He says. Oh god, he probably knows now. He gives me his number on a piece of paper in the dressing room. He then says, "Farewell, Mr. Banana!" before making an exit.
𝘼𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝘽'𝙎 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀
I look at my phone. Should I call him? No. Strictly business, nothing more. But somehow I end up texting him.
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