Oh Bo (Bo Burnham)

Chapter 13

It was about 3:00 AM when a buzzing from my phone woke me up. It caused my head to pound so loudly, so I unlocked my phone, put it to my ear careful of my stitches, and groan a drowsy "hello?".

"Uhh, hey Megan. How're you doing?" the person replied.

"I'm a little tired considering it is 3:00 AM" I said waking myself up a little more. "Who is this?".

"Oh." the stranger said sadly. "It's Bo".

"Oh. Bo. Hey" I responded, voice barely above a whisper. Tears began to prick in my eyes, but I tried to viciously blink them away. "How're you?"

"Imma be honest Megan, I feel like shit. I feel so empty without you. It really sucks." he said.

"okay," I whispered back.

"I'm so sorry," he voiced.

"okay," I whispered again, body still frozen and my mind still in shock.

"Are you gonna say anything besides okay?" he nervously chuckled, trying to lighten the tension of the situation.

"I- I'm- I don't know what to say," I stammered, "what do you expect me to say?"

"I don't really know, I just couldn't stand not hearing your voice any longer. I'm so sorry to wake you," he said. 

"I'm sorry to," I spoke softly.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"For this," I breathed as I pressed the end button on the phone. He tried to call me back a few times, but I turned my phone off as to stop myself from the temptation.

I didn't fall back asleep until about 6:00. I just stared at the ceiling thinking. What did I do to deserve this? Why am I even here? Why me?   I fell asleep with a hatred of how I acted against Bo. Of everything I did.

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I had spent my next few days thinking of Bo and the whole situation. I mean, what else could I do? My stupid concussion was dictating my whole life at this point. My leg determined where I went (which was no where except the bathroom). My hands pretty much kept me from doing anything that I could still do with my concussion. So sitting on the couch and thinking of Bo was pretty much my best option. I started to realize how stupid this situation was. I broke up with him, then I made out with another guy. It probably gave him the impression that I was totally over him (not even close). Hell he was coming to apologize when he saw me with Matt. He even still wanted to work things out with me after he saw us kissing. I told him off, so he slept with someone else. There's not much I could do about it, we weren't even together at that point. He got even with me, that's for damn sure. Then I used Matt as a rebound, just as Bo had used that girl. 

I really like him, and I threw it all away. Now I'm all alone. No family, no friends, no him. My heart shattered at that. 

That thought bounced around in my head all day. Again, I found that I couldn't sleep. I typed Bo's number into my phone and kept having the internal struggle of whether to call him or not. After an hour and a half of that I finally pressed the call button.

After a few rings he picked up with a groggy "hello?". At the sound of his voice after all these days full of thoughts of him I just broke down. 

"Hey, hey, hey, Megan what's wrong?" he asked, very alert now.

"This was a mistake," I sniffed, "I should go".

"You didn't just call me at 3:30 for no reason Megan. What's on your mind?" He seemed so sweet even though I was so rude to him for these past couple of weeks.

"I just- I- It was stupid" I finally blurted, "all of this. I really like you, and you did nothing wrong yet I've been so rude to you. It's my fault really. I shouldn't have broken up with you. I was scared, really scared. You're going to leave me at the end of the summer, if we even make it that long. That is id you even want to take me back, if you even want to talk to me. Wow, I can't believe I didn't even consider the fact that you wouldn't even want t-".

"Megan!" Bo interrupted, "calm down. Everything's going to be okay. Take a deep breath."   I did as he instructed and took a few deep breaths.  

"You good?" he asked after a few minutes. 

"Yeah, better now, thank you," I replied. 

Then there was an awkward pause. The silence was far from the comfortable ones we had had in the past. We both knew the other wanted to say something, but was holding back.

"Megan," he started. I sighed, knowing that this was a bad start. "I'm not going to pretend all this didn't happened."

"And I don't expect you to," I cut in.

"It happened and that sucks.... but the important thing is to push past it. I really like you, more than I've liked anyone in a really long time. I really think this could go somewhere, and I'm not about to throw that away because of some stupid stuff we both did." He stated.

"Oh thank God," I breathed out, letting out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. He chuckled at the sound of it. "I'm so glad you don't hate me," I said.

"Hate you? How could you even think that I hated you?" he asked.

"I was kind of a bitch to you. I don't see how you don't. Hell, I hate me right now," I responded honestly. 

"Well there's no way I could ever hate you, so don't even think that for a second," he assured me.

There was another silence. This one was much more comfortable. After a few minutes I finally spoke.

"Hey Bo?" I said.

"Yeah?" he drowsily replied. 

"I was wondering if you could come over and keep me company. I haven't actually talked to anyone in days." I shyly asked.

"Of course Megan, I'll be right over." he responded with a smile so big I could hear it though the phone.

"I'll be on the couch," I told him, before we hung up.

About ten minutes later I heard his rusty old pickup truck outside my house, the same one he had driven me to the hospital in. He walked right in, which I was thankful for since I couldn't quite stand, let alone walk on my own. As I got a better look at him he had a sweatshirt and book in hand. I was a little confused as to why.

"Why the sweatshirt and book?" I asked.

"The sweatshirt is for you, because I knew you would be cold just like always," he smiled sweetly while taking a seat next to me on the couch, "and the book is because I knew how tired you would be when I got here so I figured I would just read you your favorite book, The Hobbit."  He gave me the sweatshirt, grinning as I immediately put it on.

"What's with the face?" I questioned.

"One, I totally called you would be cold and two, you look amazing in my sweatshirt. Better than I do, and that's saying something," he teased and laughed. I rolled my eyes and when he saw he immediately sobered up, looked me dead in the eyes and said "You seriously look gorgeous right now". 

I blushed. He cuddled up next to me under the blanket and opened the book to page one and started reading. I snuggled up to his chest, and closed my eyes. Relieved as the stress left me, and happiness flowed through me. I slowly drifted off to the tale of little hobbit Bilbo, a smile spread across my face.