Oh Bo (Bo Burnham)

Chapter 4

I awoke with him still on my mind. He was perfect. His smile, his eyes, his body. I couldn't get him off my mind, I'm not sure he felt the same way. It really hurt thinking that he took my first kiss and may not even like me more than a booty call. I mean he wrote that song. And the girlfriend thing, that's probably just a way to get into my pants. He probably thinks he will have a better chance to "get with me" if we're dating. I really like him, but I just keep thinking what's gonna happen at the end of the summer, he probably won't even say goodbye, just leave like the rest. Break my heart just like every other guy that walks into my life. I took a shower and got changed, making sure my blinds were down. I plugged in my earbuds and started my walk to the library. Once I got there I sat in my usual seat. Lucky Bo wasn't there, so I could ponder about our relationship. All of a sudden my eyes were covered and I heard a low voice say "come with me".

"Bo Burnham?" I questioned, having a slight fear I was being kidnapped.

"I told you to just call me Bo" he responded. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"First of all" I started " you never told me to not say your last name and can you uncover my eyes before you walk me into a wall". He let go of my eyes and I held on to his arm as my vision steadied.

"Can't keep your hands off me, I see" he joked.

"I would be able to, if you didn't pretend to kidnap me" I retorted.

"I didn't pretend to kidnap you, I just covered your eyes and told you to come with me" he defended.

"Yeah. Kidnapping. " I emphasized.

"Shut up, you loved it" he said. I rolled my eyes. "So were you just sitting there alone?"

"Yeah" I nod "got a problem with that?"

"No, just wondering what you thinking about." He said. I swallowed, not wanting him to know I was thinking about him.

"Nothing," I responded quickly.

"You sure?" he grinned, "you know people usually think about something when listing to a playlist like that."

"Yeah, just thinkin' about......stuff" I whispered.

"What kind of stuff?"

"Oh, you know....just stuff".

"Okay" he groaned.

"So what do you want?"

"Is that any way to talk to your new boyfriend?"

"Yeah about that.... I was thin---"

"Lets go on a date".

"A date?"

"Yeah".

"Like a real date?"

"Yeah".

"Where?"

"A surprise".

"Ugh, I hate surpr--"

"You'll love this one".

"Would you let me finish a fucki---"

"No. Now go home and get dressed, I'll pick you up in one hour" he said. I groaned. "Don't bitch and moan. Get a move on". I sighed and walked home to get ready. The whole way I was thinking about how to tell him that I don't think we're going to last. When I got home I took a shower, then pulled on some nice jeans and a cool sweatshirt. He texted me he was outside and I yelled to my mom I leaving.

"You look lovely" he smiled.

"I didn't know I was suppose to be fancy" I said. "Do you want me to get changed?"

"No. I love you just the way you are". That made me blush and I hid my face in my sleeve. He smiled and pushed my hand away, making sure my eyes were staring right into his. My knees felt weak and he held me. Our faces inched closer together, until he crashed his lips on to mine. We held hands and walked into town I never had a chance to bring up the fact that I'm probably just his booty call. When we were half way through the date I finally said.........