-High School Party- (bo burnham x reader)

two

"WAIT" Bo yells while running to catch up with you. "Have my number. You probably won't text it but- you know- emergencies."

"Thanks. I'll be sure to text you sometime. Goodnight, Bo." Giving him an awkward smile and continuing your path to your house. It was just down the road, anyways. But you couldn't stop thinking about him.

<<time skip provided by the nematodes>>

Shit. I have school tomorrow and its four in the damn morning. No sleep squad who?

Yawning, you get out of bed and head into the kitchen for some motherfuckin coffee biiiiitch.

Who was that Bo kid? He seemed cool. You thought to yourself.

Wonder if he has any friends, cuz I'd sure take that place. He's that type of quirky cu- God, who the fuck is texting me at four.

It's Lauren Grissom, your best friend.

Bitchhhh get the fuck out here now. Did you not hear those stones I was throwing at your window? I gots to talk to yo ass rn.

Great. Another day with Lauren, another nickel. (if you don't get that gtfo rn.)

You stumble your way to the front door, grasping the side of the wall so you don't fall and gain another huge ass bruise. Target dog who?

"Lauren what the hell do you want? We have school tomorrow!" you say, rubbing your eyes.

"Bitch I know you weren't sleeping. Don't complain and shit when you just fine. Anyways, did you see that cute ass dude named Nic Birch that's running around our school? I think he's new but I'll totally hit him up. Looks like he plays sports? He's finer than a sharpie. You should take a stab at that snack." she joked, laughing like a hyena.

"You can have that ice cream sundae, Lauren. You know I don't like those "jocks" or whatever you call them. They're just not my type I guess. Now go home, we have school tomorrow. Goodnight hoebag." You giggle before shutting the door.

I feel like she wants to help me. She knows I don't do well with the guys. Not a popular one with men. But seriously, a basketball player? Ha, sorry. I don't want someone just because they're eye candy. I want someone that I can love for who they are, not for what they look like or what 'sport they play'.

I think I might need to get some sleep, considering I have a big day tomorrow. Finally a chance to talk to Bo.

<<time skip provided by the Oxi Clean guy>>

"Gettin' ready, gonna talk to hot dudes, eat some good ass food, singin' a song about the one and only [Y/N]."

You always did this in the morning. Instead of the usual motivational prep speeches in front of your bathroom mirror, you decided to sing a melodic song about the upcoming day. Well, I wouldn't say "melodic", but it was pitchy, thats for sure.

"Singin' this song all day long about that one stupid hoe and cute guys named B-"

About that time, Lauren walked in with a hand on her hip and a surprised look on her face.

"Wow [Y/N], didn't know you sang that horribly. Or that you knew any cute guys??" she chuckled, rolling her eyes at me.

Damnit. Totally forgot about her having the extra house key. Maybe I should rethink who I give things to. Including my time.

"Get your ass in the car, hoe. Time to go. Ooh that rhymed."

authors note: what the fuck am i writing. i feel like this is getting nowhere? oh whale. its currently 4:32 a.m. and i had nothing else better to do. anyways, absorb the cheese (inside joke. im not a total loser.) and ily all. the whole two of you reading this lmao. peanut butter pretzel?