Fandom Imagines Part 2

Rain, Bo Burnham

Bright and early mornings are something special for Bo and me. With him constantly on the road for shows and me having to work, we try to spend as much time together as we can on our free days. With that, we always try to do something fun together in the afternoon and evening; however, the rare mornings we get are still the best part of the day. Sometimes we decide to stay in and cook breakfast together, or at other times, we start the day off by going on a road trip. This morning is different, however. Bo had the brilliant idea to go out to get coffee early so we could avoid the line, and to avoid the heavy traffic, we should walk there instead of driving.

I have to admit that getting coffee was a great idea; however, not taking our car was the worst idea Bo could ever conjure up. Today was supposed to be a bright, sunny day, but as soon as we stepped out of the coffee shop, the clouds decided to swarm us and begin pouring rain down upon us.

"Bo, come on! We have to hurry!" I yell as we both run to our shared apartment in an attempt to escape the pouring rain from above.

"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Bo shouts back, trailing behind me. "I'm trying not to slip!" He adds, making me hold back a laugh at the image that pops into my head.

Within a few seconds, Bo appears beside me with his coat held out above us to shield our heads from the oncoming storm. However, this proves to be useless as the rainwater begins to quickly seep through the denim and drip onto us once again.

"Such the gentleman!" I comment sarcastically, seeing our apartment within fifty feet of us. "You would think that with your height and long legs, you would run faster than me!" I joke, smirking to myself.

In response, Bo quickly laughs at my joke for a short second before yanking the coat away in a joking-angry way. He's always so dramatic, but in the end, you have to love him.

The rain then begins to hit us harder, but luckily, it happens right as we stop at our apartment door. I quickly take my keys from my pocket and search for the house key before finally finding it and unlocking the door. I immediately throw the heavy wooden door open and run into our home with Bo right behind me.

With Bo closing the door behind us, a few seconds pass between us before we both release a small sigh, the sound of the rain hitting against the roof almost overpowering them. Catching my breath from the run back here, I peel off my water-drenched shirt and toss it onto the kitchen tile next to the washer and dryer. Turning around to Bo, I see him staring at me with a sweet smile marked on his lips, causing me to return the smile and do the same. Although, now that I realize I took my shirt off in front of him without even an ounce of hesitation, I know his smile is probably more teasing than anything.

Trying to avoid slipping on the hardwood beneath my feet, I move forward and take the wet coat from his hands while slipping the equally drenched sweater over his head. "Of course it has to rain the day we decide to leave the house before eight," Bo mutters, tugging his arms from the sweater sleeves so he can be shirtless like me. Draping the soaked sweater over my arm, I giggle at his comment before leaning forward and kissing his almost pouting lips. "Maybe this is a sign from God that we need to instead sleep in till nine."

Smiling, I lightly pat Bo's cheek. "I would take the bags underneath your eyes as a sign, hun," I tell him with a joking tone, watching him nod with a chuckle. A few seconds pass before Bo speaks again, although, as he does so, I take the time to admire his looks. His dirty blonde hair is drenched to the roots with rainwater, and the droplets of water falling from his soft locks are sliding down his neck to where his collarbone is. Plus, the water from the puddles that Bo kicked while running has soaked through his jeans, and now the thick material is sticking to his shins while getting the floor wet at the same time.

"I wouldn't know if you're currently looking at me or not," Bo breaks the silence, causing me to look up at him. As soon as my eyes land on his currently fogged up his glasses, I slap my hand over my mouth to avoid laughing out loud. "My glasses are currently fucking my vision up."

This time, I let a giggle slip past my lips before reaching up and sliding the circular lenses from his face, only to see his blue eyes once again. Smiling, Bo leans forward and kisses me again, his lips lingering against mine for a few moments before pulling away with that same smile. "Thanks, babe," He murmurs, moving a hand up to brush my wet hair back.

Walking away from me and toward the hall, Bo stops when he reaches the bathroom door and turns toward me with a sly smirk. "Care to join me?" He asks, referring to a shower.

I smile back at him before tossing his clothes from my arm and into the kitchen where my blouse is. "Yeah, I might as well," I answer him, walking toward him with my arms crossed. Stopping beside him, I hand him back his still foggy glasses with a sly smile. "Besides," I start, "You'll still need a seeing-eye dog, you blind bat."