Perfect (bo burnham fanfiction)

~ chapter four ~

as we walked to the cafeteria i observe him. he looks so familiar; the way his nose flares when he says something funny but doesn't laugh, the color of his eyes, the shape of his lips, its all so familiar, but i just cant think of it.

we enter the cafeteria and he pulls out a chair for me.

"thank you," i say quietly.

"im gonna go get some coffee.. how do you like yours?" hes asks, gesturing to the coffee machine.

"oh no thanks, i dont drink coffee," i say, smiling. gosh, he was a cutie.

"youre weird. ill be back."

i blush and turn around as he walks away. im trying to figure out where ive seen him before, but i guess with everything going on its just not coming to me.

i turn back around and watch him make the coffee. there was none left so he started a new brew. i admire his body figure; it was perfect. tall, lean. just as good looking as the front.

the brew is done and he pours some into a cup and walks back over.

"i never caught your name," he says, sipping his coffee. after he puts it down he scrunches up his face and pushes it away. it must have been really gross.

"Oh where are my manners," i say, kind of mimicing an old lady. "I'm Coraline."

he smiles. i blush. "Coraline," he repeats. "what a beautiful name."

"thank you," wow, hes pretty and nice? this cant be real. "and yours?"

"Robert. People call me Bo for short. i like bo. i shouldve just said my name was Bo." he says, giggling.

i smile with teeth because his laugh is so adorable.

bo.. bo.. robert.. where have i heard this fr-

then it hits me. i am talking to Bo Burnham right now. Bo freaking burnham is sitting, talking with me, Coraline Peters. i cant let him know im a fan yet, he might stop talking to me.

my eyes must've bulged as i come to my senses because he asks me if im alright.

"im fine, sorry hah," i say nervously.

"okay.." Bo replies. he has a concerned look on his face but he lets it go.

"why are you here?" i ask, generally curious. i lean forward so he knows im interested.

"we came down here to talk about you but i guess i can tell my tale." i cant help but notice every time his mouth moves slightly, his dimple appears. its really freaking adorable. "my parents got into a fight, my dad hit my mom pretty bad and now hes with the cops and my mom is in here. i never really liked my dad but i never thought it would come this far.." he starts trailing off so i start talking.

"oh im so sorry! my parents never got physical. with each other, at least," i flinch, recalling moments. hoping he dosnt notice that last part, i look up at him and squeeze his hand. "dont worry about your parents. they'll be fine."

Bo looks up at me, eyes red. "what do you mean, 'with each other at least'?" now he looks mad.

"oh you know how parents are. they get mad so sometimes they punish you. sometimes those punishments leave bruises or scars. no biggie," i shrug it off, upset that i made him upset.

"it really is kind of a big deal," he says. "no parents should leave marks on their children."

"no really, i dont think they mean it. sometimes they are just drunk." i really don't take offense. they show their love in different ways.

he clenches his fists really hard, making his knuckles white. then he releases and his hands slowly return to color.

"i didnt mean to-" i start saying, but i really dont know where i was going so i hope he cuts me off.

"no, no, youre fine. i just dont think parents should abuse their chilren, thats all." he says, faking a smile. i was going to argue back but i just didnt have the energy. ill just leave it.

"so your parents," he begins. i can feel myself wanting to pour every emotion out with him, but i dont know if its because i know him, or if its because i dont have anybody else, or if i actually like and trust him.

"yeah.. they get drunk quite a bit." i can see him clenching his jaw and then releasing. he nods, signaling me to go on. "usually they are sober enough to drive home, and if theyre not someone usually drives them home. i guess this time they just thought they were okay enough but they werent. im disapointed, mad, frustrated, and i kinda wish they would die just for this stupid decision but i just want them to live. i have no one else to go to." a tear escapes from my eye. i quickly wipe it away and laugh. "sorry. ive just never said something like that to someone and now it just feels really good to talk to someone and im sorry for just spilling that on you but you just seem so caring like i could say anything and yo-" i ramble, then i feel a squeeze on my hand. "its okay, coraline." he says, then flashes me that smile with the dimple. ugh that dimple. i smile back as i wipe yet another tear from my eye. i can tell that he has nothing to say, and neither do i really, so we kind of just sit there, his hand still resting on mine, looking at our laps.

i know now what it feels like to have somebody.

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so how was that as cover up? pretty smooth, i know.
i will eventually do Bo's pov, but at the moment i have things i want coraline to say or do and then i will do different povs.
also i dont thhink i will ever have a schedule, just whenever i feel like i have something good i will write it. i hope i can write at least once a week, twice would be great. as the story progresses i will have more ideas so expect more in the future.
its almost 1am and all i can think bout is bo so thats why i wrote today. gn yall
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