-High School Party- (bo burnham x reader)

one

"It's okay. Bo's gotcha. U-uh, yeah, I don't know you, but I totally gotcha."

High school party. Of course, out of all the people in this hell hole, it had to be you. The room smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke while the floor vibrated from the dancing.

"Where- Where am I? And who are you? And why are you holding me? And why am I on the floor?" you mumbled while gripping your head.

"I'm Bo, Bo Burn- uh anyways, you might want to thank me. You would've been trampled if it wasn't for me." he chuckled a little, moving his hair out of his face.

"I'm [Y/N]. You look a little, you know, uh, nerd-ish? for this party, ha. What are you doing in such a place?" you ask, staring at his Yo I Solved It shirt.

"Wrong idea for me to even step foot where the cool cats hang out. I'm getting out of here. Come with?" he said, smiling out of the corner of his mouth.

"Why the fuck not." Who is this kid again?

Stumbling and Pushing your way through the drunken crowd, your eyes come across a familiar face. Was that Amy? Nah but- can it be? God, she's probably hosting the damn thing.

Amy White. The hoe of the school. You know, the musical.ly-making-leg-spreading-cakeface whore who all the girls envy. The foundation-spreading-std-positive-booty-short-wearing bitch who all the guys wanted to fuck. The worst possible human being on the planet. The name will even ripple off your tongue when you say it.

"You still haven't told me why I was on the floor, stupid."

"'Cuz you fell and blacked out, dumbass." he remarked. "You're telling me you have no idea where you were or why you have that huge ass bruise on your forehead?"

"BRUISE?" you scream. "WHERE?"

He held back a giggle and pulled out his phone for you.

"BITCH WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS WAS HERE? I LOOK LIKE THE TARGET DOG. FUUUUUUUUUUCK."

"You're still cu- aNYWAYS." he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"The fuck were you going to say you lil hoe?" you smiled, nudging him on the side.

"Nothing. Uh, tell me about yourself."

"I'm [Y/N], I'm into comedy, like, hardcore. I have, like, 5 friends total because I'm a total loser. I have a fear of heights, and I hate carrots. Annnnnnd I hate Amy White. That's all." you roll your eyes at yourself. For once a guy comes around and you make a fool of yourself. Are you happy, smart one?

"Coolio. I'm Bo, I'm huge- shit- not like that. I mean- sigh." you raise an eyebrow, but laugh.

"I'm totally awkward. But anyways, I also like comedy. I do it for a living."

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL WHO?

"Cool beans bro. Well since its like three in the morning, I think I'm going to start heading home. Talk to you at school on Monday?" I totally hope he does.

"Yeah. I'll be there." He says, giving you a smile.

Shit. He's cute.

You walk off and you hear a shout.

"WAIT!"

author's note: cliffhanger bitches. this is my first fanfic, so it would be wonderful if you guys would give me ideas and feedback. I don't think this book will last very long honestly, but lets make the fun of it. thanks for reading you guys! peanut butter pretzel?