requested by anonymous - one shot: Bo misplaces his sweatshirt only to find someone cute has it in their hands and is intimidated to talk to them to ask for it back
the girl squeals, turning away from him and waving her newly-signed poster. Bo
smiles and waves coolly back, turning to greet his next fan. He’s exhausted;
his shows always tire him, and he’s now on what feels like his millionth fan.
Although he does love performing and meeting the devoted fans who have
supported him throughout the years, it can become quite taxing and tedious. A
group of teenagers-three girls and a boy-come up to him next, grinning and blushing
and chattering away. Bo smiles sheepishly at their compliments and thanks them
for coming, and then poses for pictures and selfies with them.
getting colder now. The wind bites his cheeks and bare arms, raising
goosebumps. He looks around, confused; he was sure he had brought his
sweatshirt out with him. Yes, he had. He remembered wearing it when he came
out, anticipating it to be cold out, but it was actually quite mild and the
heat from the lights on the stage still clung to his skin, so he had taken it off
(to the excitement and somewhat sarcastic screams of his fans) and placed it
down by the step near the backstage door. He turns his head now, looking
towards the step-but his sweatshirt is gone. Bo glances around him, running his
hand through his hair and trying to figure it where it had went. The group of
teenagers are now waving goodbye, and he absent-mindedly smiles at them as he
tries to figure out where his sweatshirt went.
of people-primarily teenage girls-are huddled together along the street, waiting
for their turn to meet him. The couple next in line nervously catch his eye,
wondering if they should go up to him yet, but Bo shakes his head at them and
holds his finger up, an apologetic smile on his face. He turns and walks
towards Mark, his security guard, who is standing by the tour bus parked just
on the side of the street.
Bo,” Mark says, looking at him curiously. “What’s up, man?”
you seen anyone hanging about by the door?” Bo asks. “It’s just my sweatshirt
was there but I don’t know, it’s not there anymore and I’m cold.”
guffaws, shaking his head. “I don’t know, man,” he says. “There were a couple
of girls hanging around there, but I told them to go to the end of the queue.
Want me to go get ‘em, see if they have it?”
it’s okay, I’ll get it off them when they get to me,” Bo says, sighing. “I
guess I’ll just freeze my fucking balls of until then,” he adds sarcastically, and
then turns and starts walking back to where his crowd of fans are waiting
about that,” he says to the next couple in line. “Thank you for coming, I hope
you enjoyed the show…If you could even see it past that ridiculous hat you’re
line moves slowly as Bo meets the rest of his fans. It’s pitch black now and
the wind is picking up speed. Damn those
fucking sweater-stealing bitches, Bo thinks. He knows he’s being unfair to
them, it was probably an accident, but he’s cold and tired and cranky and not
in the mood to think positively.
feels like forever has passed when he finally spots his sweatshirt. The queue
has died down now and only a handful of people remain. At the back of the line
stands a couple of women- around 20 years old and in college, Bo thinks. One of
them is tall and lanky, and her long brown hair blows in the wind as she
chatters excitedly-and loudly-to her friend beside her. Her friend is quieter
as she nods along to the babble, but her bright eyes are full of intelligence
and love as she listens and then laughs softly. And in her hand is Bo’s
watches her as he greets the next few people. He thinks about going up to her
and asking for his sweater back, cause by this point he thinks his fucking toes
are going to fall off, but something about the calm confidence of the girl
stops him. He realises that she is attractive, but Bo didn’t think he was
shallow enough to fancy or be intimidated by a girl just because of her looks.
But this girl is different. Or maybe it’s because of the fact that she is
wrapping his soft, warm sweatshirt around her hands to keep them warm. Either
way the thought of asking her for it back scares him a little, and the fact
that it scares him frightens him even more.
notices that, as she gets closer to the front of the line, she fidgets more and
her eyes scan wildly ahead of her. Once they lock eyes, and she looks away,
flushed, as he gazes at her. He realises that he must look like a creep, but he’s
allowed to have normal romantic feelings, even if it’s for a girl he’s not even
met yet, right? Plus it’s been so long since he’s had any kind of relationship
since he’s been so busy with work and all, and maybe it’s time he gave it a try
the two friends get to the front of the line, and Bo has this odd twisting
feeling in his stomach that he can’t seem to shake.
he says, smiling sincerely for the first tonight. To his dismay it’s the tall,
loud girl that answers him.
Bo!!” she says, grinning brightly at him. “Ohmygod you’re show was AMAZING,
honestly you’re so great I love you so much, and I was wondering if I could
take a picture with you? Oh, and can you sign this…?” She babbles on, but Bo
is watching the other girl as she laughs nervously at her friend’s enthusiasm.
what are your names?” he asks when the tall girl finally pauses for breath.
Sarah!” she says. Bo nods but he’s looking at her, at the other girl.
she says, biting her lip.
he says, grinning. “It’s nice to meet you, (y/n)…”
turns around and sees Mark coming towards him, his face pulled into an amused
this your sweatshirt and the girl who took it?” he asks, gesturing towards
(y/n). Bo runs his hands through his hair in despair and turns to look at her
sheepishly, but she looks flustered as well. For the first time she deliberately
makes eye contact with him, and she looks apologetic and a little frightened as
gosh,” she says, handing Bo back his sweatshirt. Her cheeks are turning an
incredibly bright shade of red. It’s
didn’t know this was yours,” she says. “I just found it sitting on the ground
and I was going to hand it in to the theatre once we were done here. Oh god I’m
so sorry, I…”
okay,” he grins at her. “No harm done.”
apart from you-what was it you said?-‘freezing your fucking balls off’?” Mark
adds, chuckling. Bo shakes his head slightly at him, but he can’t help but laugh
on the other hand, looks like she might throw up.
so sorry,” she says, fidgeting with the end corner of her shirt. “I really didn’t
know it was yours, is there any way I can make it up to you?”
smirks, looking into her beautiful eyes. “Well,” he says. “How about a date?”