Halcyon (Bo Burnham Fanfiction)

90's Romance Novel

POV Alana.

I quietly opened the front door tiptoeing into the apartment. I kicked off my shoes and silently creeped into the living room.

"Sneaking in after a long nigh? Ah it's like we're 17 again." I cringed my shoulders tensing as I heard Alana's voice. I felt two hands grip my shoulders spinning me around. She looked me up and down a smile slowly pulling at her lips. The knowing look on her face was unnerving. "You actually did him- I mean 'it'!" I was almost amazed at how she made it look like a legitimate slip up. I rolled my eyes. "Tell me everything." She demanded wiggling her brows suggestively.

"Uh no." Laughed as if not sharing with her was even an option. She raised a pointed brow challenging me to defy her. I sighed my shoulders slumping. This is going to be... fun.

"So..." she smirked. "Is he-" I threw my hands up covering her mouth. I'm not even sure what she was going to ask but with that look on her face it couldn't have been good.

"I need to shower." I blurted out despite the fact that I showered at his place. She glared her eyes squinted so hard they looked almost completely shut.

"Okay but don't think your getting out of it that easily!" She spun me back around pushing me toward my room. "I mean I told you about my first time with Collin." I cringed at the memory of the vivid explanation and demonstrations complete with sounds.

"I did NOT ask for that." I shivered rubbing my temple. I couldn't look poor Collin in the eyes for a week. She scoffed playfully as if I'd insulted her somehow.

"Just hurry up. I want to know all the gory details." She purred. We had sex! We didn't go and commit genocide! I just speed walked into my room grabbing my towel and speaker. I hooked my phone up to my speaker and pressed play as I waited a moment for the water to heat up. By the time I was dressed and had my hair brushed Aya was knocking on my bedroom door.

At first my plan was to give as little detail as I could get away with. But as I began to talk about Bo... about us and how I felt my description went from vag and distant to a 90's romance novel. When I was finished I let out a content sigh only now noticing how heated my face had become and the way Aya's jaw unhinged with surprise.

"No wonder your a writer." She laughed. "That's no fair! Your first time was so romantic and sweet. In a dimly candle lit room listening to the pitter patter of the pouring rain outside. My first time was on this fucking pile of wood cover with a tarp at the shipping docks back home." She grumbled dissatisfaction evident in her pout. I have heard this story a thousand times over and I'm not about to make it one thousand and one.

"Should have waited." I said standing from my bed suppressing a whimper. I'm not going to lie people weren't kidding when they said your first time hurts but I didn't know it would last all day! Good lord what if it lasts till tomorrow? Or the next day? I shook the thought from my head. I need junk food.

"And been a 21 year old virgin like you? Nah I'm good." She giggled following behind me as I walked into the kitchen. I shrugged nonchalantly. I don't see a problem with being a virgin at 21.

"Suit yourself. But this 21 year old had an amazing first time and 16 year old Aya did not." I teased. She scrunched up her nose sticking her tongue out at me.

"That's why I ate the last of the cookie dough ice cream!" She shouted before running off into her room. I paused. Wait... what?!

"Aya!"