@bucktommyween day 11 prompt, rating: t, 310 words
“Why are you reading about my cowboy?” Evan looped his arms around Tommy's shoulders as he read his computer screen.
“After the funeral, I think he's our cowboy,” Tommy said, scrolling down the page. “I dunno, I just feel bad that he was all alone. I was hoping something new would turn up.”
“He had us for the funeral,” Evan reminded him.
“Yeah,” Tommy reached up to gently rub at Evan’s wrist. “Your shoulder feeling okay?”
“One hundred percent,” Evan assured him.
“That diagnosis from you or a doctor?” Tommy asked bemusedly.
“Hen, actually,” Evan said. “You wanna test it out?”
Tommy looked at him out of the corner of his eye to see Evan leering at him.
“Nope,” Tommy said. “Not eager to re-injure my boyfriend.”
“Oh really,” Evan drawled. “I just meant a hug, what were you thinking?”
“A hug, sure, that’s why your face did that,” Tommy closed his laptop and turned to look at Evan.
A smile played across Evan’s lips as he tried to hide it, Tommy still wrapped up in his arms.
“A kiss?” Evan bargained.
Tommy leaned forward a gave him a quick peck.
“Tommy,” Evan whined and pouted.
“Evan,” Tommy imitated him.
“I’m boil free, my shoulder is fine, and my boyfriend still doesn’t want to kiss me?”
“Of course I want to kiss you,” Tommy said. “But I don’t want to sleep on your couch again if you re-injure yourself.”
“From kissing?” Evan raised an eyebrow at him.
“From what usually follows the kissing,” Tommy corrected.
Evan pretended to look offended. “Mr. Kinard, how dare you impugne my character like that!”
“I never thought I would regret making you watch Austen films,” Tommy sighed, looking skyward.
Evan swooned into his lap, laughing. “Liar.”
“Yeah,” Tommy hugged Evan carefully, still cautious of his shoulder.
BuckTommyween has been split up into two sets of daily prompts ... TRICK or TREAT
Some prompts work for both TRICK or TREAT and will be held on the same day!
TRICK: Do you like spooky? Do you like eerie? Do you like horror? Then the TRICK prompts are best for you! Here are daily spooky prompts to put our beloved BuckTommy through! Have fun and get spooky!
TREAT: Are cozy autumn vibes your jam? Do you like celebrating the fall with pumpkin carving and apple picking? Then the TREAT prompts are best for you! Here are daily fluffy fall prompts to put our beloved BuckTommy in! Stay sweet and have fun!
Ask around & find mutuals that fit each one of the criteria. Make a list of each mutual and tag @kinley-cafe and/or @bucktommyween in your post.
For your participation, you will receive a special bucktommyween prompt-themed treat to share with everyone you tagged in the post! Be sure to complete this challenge by November 1st.
(You can list more than 10 mutuals, but you cannot tag the same mutual for multiple categories)
Text version below the cut
Find a mutual who…
Was born in October
Believes in curses, jinxes and “bad juju” like Buck does
Gift to @fenrirscarsback, my darling friend and devoted reader 😘💕
Buck has a nefarious plan to ruin his tentative friendship with Tommy (but in a good way)
Or Buck, knowing quite well of Tommy’s obsession with Pumpkin spice and his rather worrying obsessive sweet tooth to make the most delicious array of desserts to seduce him into his bed.
......
Gently opening the box, he ignored the hovering spectators as he stared speechlessly at the beautiful cake inside.
He tentatively cut into the cake with a knife, admiring the beautiful section of what looks to be a pumpkin spiced tres leche cake before tentatively taking a bite.
Tommy couldn’t help the loud moan of delight as he took the first bite; the pumpkin sponge cake with its deep rich brown butter, mixed with ginger, cinnamon and nutmeg spices, was soaked in triple coffee milk mixture, and topped with cinnamon and the most lightest whipped cream he ever tasted.
God, what is this taste of heaven in his mouth?!
And how the hell did Evan make this and why has he never made it before when they were still dating?!
Opening his eyes that he never realized were closed, he wildly looked around, noticing the curious looks from his fellow pilots and crewmembers.
There was no way he was sharing this with them.
This belongs to him and only him.
And no one is getting a bite out of this.
Lucy yelped as Tommy abruptly stood up from the chair and immediately fled the breakroom. “Hey, man, you’re supposed to share that with us!!"
“Over my dead, rotten body!” Tommy threw back before disappearing.
(They were lucky the rest of the shift was a Q-shift as no one, even captain Pruitt, couldn’t find wherever the hell Tommy and the cake was hiding).
Bucktommyween Day 22 🎃 Haunted House | Teen - What was supposed to be a lowkey trip to the farmer’s market drudges up ghosts from Tommy’s past. Coming back to the quiet of the house only amplifies things.
“Baby, what about these? I don’t know what you’re looking for really,” Tommy says as he hands over the two peaches he’s holding to Buck who inspects them thoroughly.
“This one is good, but this one doesn’t have the firmness I’m looking for,” Buck declares, handing Tommy back the rejected peach.
“It’s plenty firm! I don’t get you,” Tommy laughs.
“Keeps things interesting,” Bucks grins and plants a sweet kiss below Tommy’s ear. Tommy’s heart sings because he’s never had this - this easy affection that comes so naturally. He doesn’t have to bargain or plead Buck’s love; it just pours right out of him.
Buck found this farmer’s market happening in the downtown area and wanted to get some fresh ingredients to bake some fall inspired desserts. Tommy was never going to say no to that. After a quick cup of coffee and shower they went down to the market that morning.
The air is nice and crisp; perfectly chilly in only the autumn air knows how to do. Buck parks the Jeep a couple blocks away because they never mind a bit of a walk. As if automatically, he holds out his hand for Tommy to take and they take their time browsing the booths, indulging in little treats and samples here and there.
At one point they separate because Tommy gets side tracked by a booth with beautiful potted plants and Buck leaves him to it with a joking, “control yourself, babe. We can only carry so many.”
When he finally settles on three plus some cat grass for Winnie, all neatly tucked into a tote bag, Tommy looks around and spots Buck a little down the way at an apple stand. He doesn’t go over right away though.
There’s a shorter, younger, very clearly attractive, guy with his attention laser focused on Buck. And Buck isn’t looking back at the guy, instead at the apple in his hand. He’s explaining something in depth about it by the way he’s pointing at different areas on the apple, but Tommy can see even from this distance that the hot guy couldn’t care less about the apple. He’s nodding and leaning into Buck’s space like he’s entitled, which makes Tommy’s blood run cold.
At one point Buck looks up and around, seemingly looking for Tommy but doesn’t spot him since Tommy is under the shade of the tent. Buck goes right back to talking with the guy. At that point Tommy figures he can’t just hide and wait it out, plus he wants to get back to Buck. So he takes a deep breath, tries to beat down the insecurities from his past and as casually as possible walks over to his boyfriend.
“Sometimes you can tell by the color or skin how sweet they are. You want the sweet ones for the pie,” Buck explains while examining the apple, still totally oblivious to the man giving him the most blatant ‘fuck me’ eyes. Tommy holds his smile tight.
“Yeah, I’m sure it takes one to know one about what is sweet enough,” the guy cheekily says. That makes Buck’s eyes snap up to look at the man with a raised eyebrow. Now he gets wind of what’s going on.
Tommy is now right beside him and Buck instinctually leans into Tommy making their shoulders touch. This calms Tommy down a bit. But what Buck says next feels like a stab in the heart.
Buck laughs, throws a hand up in the air and ducks his head a bit to the side in an ‘awe shucks’ way. ”Well I am somewhat of an expert in that area.” Tommy’s heart sinks to the floor. “It was nice meeting you, good luck with the baking. Tommy and I are here until next week so we might see you around,” Buck says and turns his attention from the guy to Tommy fully.
What Buck encounters isn’t so much a look on Tommy’s face, but feels his mood has dropped and immediately pinpoints that something isn’t right. It’s like a bucket of cold water being dumped on Buck. Buck rubs his free hand up and down Tommy’s arm and keeps his face neutral and happy. Maybe this silent little reassurance will sooth his boyfriend.
“Hey, honey, did you get some winners? Lemme see that tote,” Buck requests and Tommy holds it up. “Oh cool! I like the whole map of Mystic! What’d you get?” Buck peaks inside the bag, careful not to touch or move the plants inside. “Awe and you got cat grass for Winnie? She’s gonna love it.”
Buck knows now is not the time to bring up what possibly changed Tommy’s mood, so he just makes sure to be a little extra enthusiastic about Tommy’s purchases. He turns back to the apple stand, quickly choosing apples that are to his liking then rejoins Tommy who is patiently waiting.
”I’m getting hungry for lunch, you?” Buck asks as they start heading back to the Jeep. Tommy notably keeps his hand in his pocket on the walk back.
“Mhmm, yeah. I could eat,” Tommy quickly says.
“Okay, there’s a deli that looks good on the other side of the farmer’s market, we can drive over there,” Buck says and smooths a hand down Tommy’s back - needing that connection with him. He’s grateful Tommy didn’t stiffen up or shy away from his touch.
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Lunch was fine; they got sandwiches and ate them by the harbor, enjoying the breeze and sun. Buck filled the silence with stories about when he'd come here with his family. Tommy responded in all the right places and had follow up questions. He was perfectly engaged and interested in Buck's stories. But something was still off - Tommy's energy was soured by something he wasn't talking about.
Buck could probably guess what it was, but he felt it was only fair to let Tommy bring it up. He didn't feel as though Tommy was trying to punish him; he was in self preservation mode and why, Buck didn't know. There was something much deeper going on.
Later in the afternoon, they were doing their own things; Buck going through his supplies from the farmers market and looking up recipes while Tommy took a nap on the couch.
While Buck makes himself busy by slicing apples and yammering to Winnie sitting on the kitchen window about why dutch apple pies are superior, Tommy comes to stand in the doorway.
“Hey, Evan?” Tommy says to Buck's back.
“Hmm, yeah? What's up, babe?” Buck asks and looks over his shoulder at his boyfriend.
“I'm gonna take a walk,” Tommy says. Buck clocks the self soothing gesture of Tommy rubbing his arm.
“Yeah, you should! Take advantage of the weather. Take Winnie with you, she's been itching to go outside,” Buck says as nonchalantly as possible.
“Yeah, okay. Wanna go on a walk, Win?” Tommy asks the cat who is already trilling happily and hoping down from the window.
“Hey, baby, come here for a sec,” Buck says. The thing is, Buck rarely uses ‘baby’ as a pet name, it's only pulled out for special occasions or in case of emergency. Tommy feels his cheeks flush as he walks over to Buck. He thought he was hiding well, but his witch boyfriend will always be able to tell.
“Yeah?”
“Try this apple, it's so good, this pie may be my best yet,” Buck says. Tommy eats the apple and hums in approval and nods his head. Buck grabs the front of Tommy's shirt tugging gently. “Hey,” he says just above a whisper, earnest. “I love you.” Saying that is still new - Buck loves saying it.
Something flashes in Tommy's eyes before his face corrects to a soft smile. What was that? Fear? Doubt? Disbelief? Buck's not sure but he will soon get to the bottom of it.
“I love you too,” Tommy says back, letting himself get pulled into a kiss.
There's a loud meow coming from the foyer and Buck laughs, “the boss says it's time to go. Take some pictures of the scenery, yeah?” Tommy agrees and meets Winnie as they walk out the front door.
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An hour and half later Tommy is settled in the living room while Buck puts finishing touches on the lasagna to put in the oven for dinner. Buck suggested they cook tonight, which was an ulterior motive to be able to talk with Tommy with no distractions.
The lasagna was in the oven. Buck wanders over to the living room to find Tommy staring out the window instead of the laptop on his lap. Buck sits facing Tommy on the couch, elbow resting on the back.
“You okay?” Buck's voice is soft and warm, he cups the back of Tommy's head.
“Mhmm,” Tommy says, rubbing his eyes.
“Honey.”
Tommy finally meets Buck’s eyes. This is it, he thinks.
“You can't hide from me, I feel your emotions, remember? Kinda of my thing?” Buck keeps his tone light, not wanting to come off as accusatory.
Tommy clears his throat and closes his eyes.
They sit in silence for a while, the Buck takes mercy on Tommy. “Can you tell me what's haunting you? I feel anxiety and fear. You were fine when you were plant shopping and then after the apples you weren't.”
Tommy stays silent but nods his head in agreement.
“Am I right in saying that something with the guy I was talking to bothered you?”
Another nod plus a pinched expression. “The guy you were flirting back with?”
Buck takes a moment to see the emotion underneath the words; defensive fear, not resentment or anger. “He was pretty flirty, yeah,” Buck agrees. “You know what I was telling him before you came over?”
Tommy shakes his head.
“I was going on and on about all our plans and how I was so excited about my first vacation with my amazing boyfriend, who I love so much,” Buck explains. That makes Tommy look up with wet eyes.
“But you. Flirted back with him. Why?” Tommy's voice was dry and distant still.
“Honestly I was just going along with what he was saying, I truly didn't mean anything by it.”
Tommy frowns, Buck's explanation doesn’t really solve anything, so he continues, “I guess we haven’t really encountered a situation like this. But me thinking and saying it was harmless doesn’t mean it didn’t cause harm. What I never want to do is make you feel bad, babe. So now I know how to change.”
Tommy takes a deep breath and some of the anxiety loosens up.
“There's more to it I can tell. What aren't you telling me?” Buck gently prods.
With a deep breath. Tommy lets the dam break; he loves Buck more than anything - he's got to trust him with even his deepest insecurities and troubled past.
“My first queer relationship - was great until it wasn’t, perfect actually at the start. Very similar to us; everything was smooth, no fights or issues. But maybe around the six month mark everything changed. It felt like once he knew I wasn't going anywhere he started controlling me - gaslighting me, using me.” Tommy explains and Buck is shocked. This is the first he's heard of this relationship in detail aside from ‘yeah it wasn't the best, it ended ugly’.
“We'd be out somewhere, he'd be openly flirting with anyone and everyone who'd give him any sort of attention even if I was right there holding his hand. If I got upset about it he'd brush it off and say ‘well I'm going home with you aren't I?’. Then it turned into ‘well if you'd paid more attention to me like an actually good partner, I wouldn't have to get it from other people.” Tommy sighs and picks at his pants.
“He told me there's no such thing as unconditional love - that his love for me was conditional, and-,” Tommy sniffs, not even realizing that tears have fallen.
“And what happened today reopened that wound?”
“Yeah. It shot me right back to that time. And I know how unfair it is to compare him and you. You two couldn't be more opposite, and I'm just sorry-,” Tommy apologizes.
“Hey, shh, no need to apologize to me. I owe you one if anything. I just wasn't aware of all that. But now I am and I won't entertain interactions like that anymore. I’m sorry,” Buck apologizes.
“No it's okay, it’s-,” Tommy tries but stops when Buck shakes his head.
“You don't like it, so I'm not going to do it. Simple as that. Okay?”
“Okay,” Tommy breathes.
“And for the record I do love you unconditionally. I mean that every time I say I love you,” Buck tells him. “Well I may be kinda pissed if you like, try to murder me,” he adds, making Tommy laugh. Some more of that tension underneath is starting to loosen to Buck’s relief.
“Thanks for listening and not thinking I’m ridiculous. It means a lot.”
“Of course. Therapy has done wonders. I think that horrible ex of yours could use some,” Buck says.
“You don’t even know,” Tommy humorouslessly laughs. He’s done talking about that dickhead for now.
Usually the relief and change in mood is instant, but that’s not what happens now. There’s still something bad tangling up Tommy’s emotions.
”There’s something else I feel,” Buck speculates, thoughtfully looking at Tommy.
Damn those witchy powers, he was never going to get away with it. So Tommy sighs and starts carefully, not wanting to give Buck the wrong idea.
“Baby, you know I love this house, right? This trip has seriously been the best trip I’ve been on and that’s all because of you,” Tommy starts.
”But …” Buck fills in.
“And this is a small thing. This neighborhood and house is so quiet, I feel like I can hear my own heartbeat.”
Buck furrows his eyebrows. “I thought it’d be a nice change from the chaos of LA.”
“Believe me it is - I love the slower lifestyle and the scenery. It’s just that growing up my dad hated noise, like any noise. I was forced to just keep my head down and not make a sound when he was in a bad mood. Which was pretty much all the time. So that combined with the ex memories just sent me into a spiral,” Tommy explains.
Buck reaches down and laces their fingers together, bringing their joined hands up to his lips. He nods thoughtfully and hums. “I get it, without the background noise, your thoughts are even louder.”
”Exactly,” Tommy agrees and squeezes Buck’s hand. He then pulls Buck in for a languid kiss because that’s the best way he can think of thanking him.
“The lasagna should be ready soon, how about we eat out here and watch Practical Magic?”
“I’d love that,” Tommy smiles genuinely. “And I’m sorry for shutting down all day. Thank you for being patient with me.”
“I always will, little by little I’m cracking the Tommy Kinard code,” Buck says with a smile.
“I love you so much,” Tommy whispers.
“I love you too, more that I can even tell you,” Buck says back.
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In the morning Tommy wakes up to music playing downstairs from the record player in the living room. When he meets Buck in the kitchen, he finds his boyfriend softly humming along and the sounds of breakfast being made.
The ghosts in Tommy’s head are pushed to the back of his mind.
trick one-shot for @bucktommyween prompt 2: murder husbands
1.1 k | m | crude humor, animal death, established relationship, accidental propsal, light-hearted and almost fluffy despite it all
This is inspired by a scene in "Please Like Me", one of my favourite series - I can't, however, remember the exact season or episode. Basically, the mains accidentally run over a possum and it's injured so much that it is going to die, but it is not dead yet. Things escalate.
"It's the humane thing to do, Evan! Don't make it suffer! You've already killed it, best thing you can do now is not drag it out"
"I can't run over an animal on purpose, Tommy! I'm not a murderer!"
"You've already-"
"Oh my god!", Evan interupts with a frantic edge to his voice.
There's a beat of silence when Evan looks around. Then, he turns back to Tommy and whispers, looking absolutely horrified, "I have to kill the weasel. Oh my god! I can't (!) do it"
"You've already-"
"Tommy, you are Not helping here. You know what you can do? Run over this lovely, innocently dying long-tailed weasel for me!"
No, absolutely not. No way. Not happening. "Don't make me an accomplice, Evan! I can't be caught committing more crimes for you".
Evan blinks at him several times. Then, a realization lighs up in his eyes.
"Oh. My. God. I'm gonna- I-I have to marry you!"
"You have to marry me?", Tommy narrows his eyes and raises his brows as he tilts his head to the side in confusion.
Because What?!
Evan's brain works in mysterious ways, Tommy knows that. But this- this is a very surprising turn of events. And an interesting phrasing.
He keeps his eyebrows up and side-nods a little to prompt Evan to elaborate.
"No, I want to marry you. But we need to do it now, so we can't be forced to testify against each other!"
It's starting to make a little more sense, but still. "Why would we be forced to testify?"
"Because we're about to kill a weasel together! On purpose! Oh god, we're awful people!"
Ah.
Oh.
Evan speedruns a comically small circle, huffs out an anxious breath, and when they lock eyes again, Tommy can see Evan's shine with tears.
Oh, Evan. He really is the most wonderfully big-hearted man - and possibly future fiancé - Tommy's ever known. God, Tommy loves him so much.
The moment would almost be romantic if it wasn't for the sounds of a dying weasel next to them.
"Evan, do you hear this lovely animal crying out during its painful final moments? The thing awful poeple would do, is to just stand by and not grant this tragic hero weasel a little grace in a quick ending", he says softly.
"We need to name it. Oh-oh-oh, uh, do we need to baptize it? Make sure it goes to heaven?"
"I don't think a couple of sodomites baptizing a weasel - which they are about to kill - is going to impress the man above much", he says dryly.
Evan's brain is a place of wonder, but this is taking it too far. So Tommy assigns himself the role of the reasonable adult.
And it does absoluly nothing to deescalate the increaingly frantic leaps of Evan's brain.
"Huh. We didn't sodomize Mr. Weasly though"
"Mr. Weasly?!"
"He needs a name, Tommy!"
"Don't you think naming this suffering animal is going to make it even harder to kill it again!?"
"Well, we need to pay our respect somehow!"
"By running over him on purpose this time?!"
Tommy feels himself getting anxiously agitated. Evan is rubbing off on him.
This is… well… it's horrible. It's absurd. It's hilarious. It's so inappropriate to laugh about the absurdity of the situation.
A painful and aborted laugh escapes him anyway.
"Evan, it won't care what we call it! We can sort that out after. We'll do a funeral, the whole shebang. But I can't listen to the screams any longer. Now, we're just being cruel"
Oh, now there are tears in his eyes, too. Great.
*
"Ok, I'm doing it. You with me, Tommy?" Evan has his head stuck out of the drivers' window and looks at him with wide, terrified eyes. There is no one with a bigger heart in this world. And somehow, Tommy is lucky enough to be trusted with a good chunk of it.
"In sickness and in health"
"That's not what's that for!"
"It's the sentiment. Now get off the brake and kill the weasel!"
Very slowly, the truck starts rolling backwards.
Then.
It stops.
About a foot away from the weasel, whose screams somehow manage to grow even more frantic and pitiful.
Evan sticks his head out of the window again. "You're with me, right?"
"Yes, Evan" Always and forever. When this is over, Tommy is going to propose to him for real
"Ok, good. Cause I need to give me directions"
"What?!"
"Tommy, what if I miss? I can't do this more than once!"
"You've already-"
"TOMMY!"
"Yeah, ok. We're doing this"
With deep breaths, Tommy crunches down a few steps away from the crying animal, lines up with the car. Another few deep breaths-
"Ok, a little to the left…"
*
"I can't believe we did this, Evan"
"Yeah. Can we call the fire department now? Please?"
"Yes. Just. A moment. Uh-"
Using his sleeve in lieu of a tissue, Tommy wipes away the tears that must have fallen somewhere in the last minute.
"We're very sorry, Mr. Weasly. I hope wherever you are, you get to enjoy your afterlife and don't have to share your tracks with cars anymore."
Evan takes his hand, squeezes, and whispers, "I think it's Mrs. Weasly actually"
"You're saying, not only did we kill her, we also misgendered her doing it?"
This is too much. It's crude. It's ridiculous. It's absurd.
What the fuck happened??
Tommy stumbles to the side of the raod and ungracefully drops to his ass.
Distantly, he can hear Evan call 911 and then there's a warm hand between his shoulder blades and Evan lowers himself onto the concrete next to him.
While they are waiting for the engine to pull up, they sit on the side of the road, arms thrown around each other's backs, staring straight ahead, pointedly avoiding where the Jeep is standing, hazard lights on, sitting just in front of the mushed animal body.
There's a few minutes of silence, only occasionally broken by deep exhales. They are slowly calming down. No more screams, no more pain, just the burden of the aftermath shouldered together.
Then.
"Tommy, we can't base our marriage on murder"
Might as well. Tommy hums and shrugs. "Kind of tracks, though. All our major milestones happened over several crimes", he smiles softly.
"That was different. It was temporal theft, more like unauthorized borrowing in order to save people. That's totally different!"
He hums again. Considers. Nestles his head against Evan's shoulder.
"Except for the time you maimed Eddie", he mumbles. Evan immediately jerks away and throws his head around to stare at Tommy.
"Oh my god. I'm a violent perp!"
"Yes. And I am going to marry you, so I never have to testify against you", Tommy presses a soft kiss to the hinge of Evan's jaw.
"You seriously want to marry me after this? I killed an animal"
"Well. It was a joint effort. We're in this together, right? And there is no one I'd like to commit crimes with more than you"
“Okay, you're good, you're fine,” Hen soothed as Bobby and Buck helped Chimney sit down on the back of the ambulance.
“People really need to warn us when they're growing weed in the house that's on fire,” Ravi scowled as he looked over at the ‘rescued’ frat boys who were watching them nervously.
“It's all good,” Chimney said. “It's kinda fun. Haven't done it in years.”
“I'm learning so much about you,” Buck muttered, searching Chimney’s pockets for his phone.
“Your face is cute,” Chimney told Bobby. Eddie snorted as he and Ravi rolled up the hoses.
“Aha!” Buck exclaimed as he pulled out Chimney’s phone. “I'll get Maddie to come pick you up at the station.”
Chimney gave him a thumbs up as he listed against Bobby's side.
“And maybe you'll check your mask seal better next time,” Bobby chided.
“Sure boss.”
“9-1-1, what's your emergency?” Maddie’s voice came down the line in what Buck was horrified to realize was an extremely flirtatious tone.
“Uh,” he coughed. “It's Buck. Chimney needs you to come pick him up at the station.”
“Sorry!” Maddie squeaked out. Then, “Wait, what happened to Chim?”
“Weed house on fire,” Buck told her. “He inhaled.”
“I'll be there when you get back,” Maddie promised.
“And I'll never call you from Chim’s phone again.”
“Well how does Tommy answer the phone when you call?” Chimney asked, finding the whole exchange with Maddie hilarious.
“He says hello,” Buck said flatly.
“You have a lot more people calling from your phone,” Hen pointed out. “What with the frequent injuries.”
“Raise your hands if you've been traumatized by their texts,” Ravi said, laughing when everyone did.
“Shore, when have you ever even seen my texts?” Buck demanded.
“You asked me to check it when you were cooking!” Shore crossed her arms.
“Oh, right,” Buck blushed. “I apologized for that.”
