Halcyon (Bo Burnham Fanfiction)

50 Percent

POV Bo.

She's half Hispanic! What? Why didn't I know this until now. I thought her and her mom were just naturally tan! Also why wasn't I told there was going to be a hundred people here?! That's not even exaggerating. Including all the kids and baby's there is at LEAST 80 people in her house and backyard right now. I stood by Alana as she spoke to her grand parents... in fucking Spanish! I didn't even know she knew any other languages. I have no idea what they are saying and they are talking so fast. I listened half the conversations in this house are in Spanish the other half in English. I don't mind it's just confusing hearing two completely different languages at the same time. Suddenly her grandma laughed turning to me. Did she ask me something? Shit I didn't catch it!

"I'm sorry what did you say?" I smiled apologetically down at the women that barley reached 5 foot.

"How long have you and my nieta been dating?" She asked a sweet smile on her lips. Looking at her now I smiled at how Alana and her grandma have the exact same nose. Her mother has a thin pointed nose like Alana's grandfather but they have the same button noses.

"Uh six months as of this Thursday. But we used to date in high school." Her grandma smiled.

"He remembers the date and everything?!" She exclaimed excitedly clasping her hands together. "Mi amor he's a keeper!" She said pulling Aya down into a hug. A felt a blush creeping up my neck as her grandma continued their conversation. When they were finished I followed her to greet more people.

"I didn't know..." my voice trailed off as a hoard of kids scampered by jostling everyone in their path.

"I knew Spanish? I'm half Hispanic? Sorry I never told you it just never came up and even though my grandma hates it we don't really speak Spanish around the house." She said distractedly looking around obviously looking for someone in particular. So she's trying to say that being fluent in another language and her own heritage just slipped her mind? That's understandable. I haven't told her I'm 15 percent Irish. But that's 15 not 50 and I don't speak Gaelic!

Aya waved to us as she was pulled away by a group of girls that ranged from about 5 to 10. She's really good with kids. I on the other hand am not. I don't know why but they make me anxious.

"Alana cómo estás?!" I heard a shrill feminine voice pierce the loud chatter in the room. Not a single head turned and the talking continued despite the excited shout. A women about Alana's age jumped into Alana's arms almost knocking her over if it weren't for a man they bumped into who helped steady the pair before continuing his conversation. Is this normal I can't tell? My family gatherings consisted of my parents and at the most five other relatives. It was quiet and awkward. We ate made small talk then they left. It was nothing like this.

"estupendo!" Alana smiled fondly at the women wrapping her arms around her in a tight embrace. They continued to talk before suddenly Alana went from comfortably speaking over the crowed to bashfully saying something to the women. Then she turned to me Alana still sheepishly glancing at the floor. I felt like I'd been shot the way she quickly turned to face me piercing green eyes looking into my soul. Okay maybe that a little dramatic...

"Hi you must be Bo I'm Alana's cousin Camila but you can just call me Cam." She held her hand out to me. I took her hand in mine quickly pulling it back after an awkward formal shake. "El es tan alto!" I heard her whisper to Alana which caused her to laugh. I-is she talking about me? Are my hands sweaty? I anxiously wiped my palms on my jeans.

"Lo sé pero es lindo derecho?" Alana chuckled. Cam looked up at me for a moment scrutinizing my appearance. I cleared my throat shifting my weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. Her glare softened as she turned back to Alana nodding her head. They continued to talk when I felt a pair of tiny hands clasp around my wrist. I couldn't even see the culprit as they dragged me through the crowed of people. When we finally stopped I found myself in a crowed of kids. A few of them were 15 maybe 16 but the rest were younger.

"Are you Bo?" A small girl asked rocking back on her heals.

"Yes?" Was that a trick question?

"So you're dating my cousin?" An older boy asked glaring at me. He wasn't muscular or intimidating but I didn't like the the way he threateningly eyed me.

"Yeah." I chocked out raising a brow. What are they getting at? The girls squealed as the boys gave me scrutinizing glares.

"Give him back!" Alana shouted playfully at the kids before grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the children. I heard a few reluctant sighs as I tumbled away barely able to keep up with Alana. "Sorry about them. Little gremlins huh?" She chuckled as she lead me outside. It's much quieter outside. Her father and a few other men are stood around the grill cooking and drinking while some women sat in the shade at a picnic table and a few boys played tackle football. She sat me down in the shade with her at the bench. Finally a break. I sigh and despite the eyes on us lean against Alana slightly.

A/N: I didn't translate any of the Spanish in the dialogue because its Bo's POV and he doesn't really know any Spanish (if that makes since). But I'm not cruel so if your curious the translations will be bellow.

(I get all my stuff from google translation sorry if some is off.)

Translations.

nieta- grand daughter.

mi amor- my love.

cómo estás- how are you?

El es tan alto - he's so tall!

Lo se pero es lindo derecho - I know but he's cute right?