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Mr.Peanutbutter request

Okay, here is a request from Jaykinght00, This is a boy reader and Mr.Peanut butter story.
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"There is a cotton candy machine, sweet." I stared in awe at the Bojack's house, the horse from Horsin' Around. This is my first Hollywoo party and it's blowing all my expectations. I gave one swift look around the house before going to grab a drink.

While there I saw my friend, who has acted before me, Gale Fox. He was talking to Erica and the Mr. Peanutbutter from the game show, Mr. Peanutbutter's house and Hollywoo Stars and Celebrities: What Do They Know? Do They Know Things?? Let's Find Out!

"Hey, Gale." I gave him a low five as I was walking up to the kitchen counter.

"Sup, (Y/N). Meet Mr.Peanutbutter and Erica." Gale pointed. I was inwardly fan boying meeting a high classed celebrity.

" Meat, where?" Mr. Peanutbutter looked around excitedly. Gale amd me chuckled as Erica explained to him there was no meat.

" (Your full name)," I reached my hand out.

"Mr. Peanutbutter," His soft furry paw shook my hand. " but what's with the formality. We are at a party." He turned to the bartender behind bojacks kitchen counter. " My good sir, lets get four of your best vodka." Vodka, why vodka it smell and taste like rubbing alcohol and it burns, but if my idol wants to drink it i'll drink it.

" Why Vodka?" I know I said I was gonna drink it but I had to ask.

" I am gonna drink away my divorce sorrows." He smiled but you could see the heart break in his eyes. We cheered along and downed the liquor.

" One more round my good sir," Mr.Peanutbutter saidat the bartender twirling his index finger in a circle mentally sighed not wanting to burn my throat alive, but what the hell. It's a party anyway. I dunked the vodka shot. It ran a little bit easier than the first.

" Another." Gale and Erica cheered as the bartender poured more into our glass by PB's request. Fuck, I have a low tolerance when it comes to vodka. I can only have maybe six shots before I get hammered. I plastered a fake smile and drank it anyway. I mean I wanna become an friend to PB and maybe his image will help me rise as an actor. So who cares if it's just three shots. That is okay. I am slightly tipsy and maybe we'll eat some cotton candy. I really want some cotton candy.

" Alright," I slammed my drink down on the counter, " How about we go dance with some sexy someone on the dance floor."

" Hell yeah man. Also PB, can try to move on and hopefully get laid." Gale supported. PB rubbed his neck awkwardly before looking towards the dance floor.

I looked out to the dance crowd and my jaw dropped. " Is that Lady gaga danicing?" I asked dumbfounded.

I felt a hand tap my shoulder, " Welcome to a Hollywoo party, man." Gale spoke near my ear.

It's just another celebrity like you. I calmed myself before hurrying to where lady gaga was dancing. I heard gale laughing at me before it was engulfed by the music. I was elbowed in the stomach, shoved but it was worth it as I came face to face with lady gaga. I smiled at her and started to show her some of my moves. When I looked at her dancing next to me and couldn't believe I was dancing near lady gaga. Whatever god is up there loves me. Gaga had tapped my shoulder and pointed to her phone. At that moment I felt super giddy but played it cool with a nod. We got real close as she took some picture that definitely will boost my reputation. I need to go to more Hollywoo parties.
I pulled out my best award winning smile as lips touched my cheeks- wait what?? I was bug eyed as I realised the lady gaga was kissing me on the cheek. My girl crush any day was kissing me. Then flash, she took the photo and showed me. I wanted copies of this photo eventhough I look like a complete starstruck smiling idiot.

We continued to dance and switched contacts, I hope she remebers me. Then I grew tired, but gaga was fine so with much much hesitation I walked off and bumped into Channing Tatum which I think I look way better than him but I still gotta admit he is pretty good looking, but still not better than me.

I walked out to the patio and sat down on the pool chair. I have been on my feet for too long. I think I need more support in my shoes.

" Hey watch it buddy." I turn my head in the direction of a maybe fight breaking out. The other guy raises his hands and apologize before walking away. False alarm. As the one guy walks back in the house, I spot PB behind him leaning against the rails. I guess the booze isn't helping him get over his divorce.

(Surprise, author here. Since the person who requested this didn't tell me where he wants this to go I decided to give you the choice of what you want to do.
A- Be a good friend to PB
B- Maybe be more than a good friend
Or C- Go back to lady gaga)