Bucky: I still wished. . . It went the other way. . . Protecting someone like him would have been better.
Anne: *Smiles* You're protecting what's left of us. . . Bucky. . .
Both of them looked at him as his eyes softened while Winters was smiling at him.
Bucky: Us, huh?
Anne: Me. . . And his grandchild.
Bucky's eyes were widen and looked at her with shock, his hands trembled for a moment and quickly moved his arm away.
Bucky: W-What? Anne, Your-
Anne: I'm pregnant. . . One month. . . I found out two days ago.
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"True love is when forgiveness isn't a duty, but a gift given not to forget the past, but to build a future that's gentler because of it"
A/N: Chapter one, let’s go! a little intro, but this WILL get darker in the upcoming chapters. this isn’t a 100% soft fic. there will be more dub!con action, so if that’s not your thing, i do not suggest investing in this story. Otherwise, let’s hit it!
Chapter Warnings: soft!dark!bucky, mentions of stalking, mentions of animal neglect, language
Gifs are not mine!
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PART ONE
Bucky brushes the crumbs from his dark blue cotton sweater, savoring the last of his croissant that, frankly, could have been out of the oven probably three days ago. It’s so stale. His tongue is dry, and as he swallows the last crumbs, he realizes he’s parched for a good glass of water.
He makes his way towards the back gate. He hates the front gate, the front lobby, the fucking elevators. His new condo complex is filled to the brink with fresh-faced graduates who think yoga in the lobby at six in the morning is cool, and young lawyers who care more about their style than the case they’re handling. Bucky has a few skills in... stalking, and he’s followed, on more than one occasion, a few of his fellow tenants. They are not as professional, immaculate, and put together as they portray. Most of them are late on their bills, don’t know how to cook for themselves (evidence enough in their garbage), and are not as vegan as they say they are.
The back gate to his new, government-issued condo leads to the short but quaint backyard that everyone can share. Let me rephrase. It is a fully furnished back yard, with an outdoor pool in the summer and a patio, for a condo complex of 100 units. It’s chaos.
But in the early hours of morning, there is only Savannah filming her morning yoga and Youssef on the jump rope. The hot summer rays are beginning to heat the outdoors as Bucky lounges the wall, desperate to not be spotted. He hates interacting with these people. They only talk about themselves.
“Meatball!”
The back door, which leads to the only staircase Bucky ever uses, flies open, and a girl comes running out, screaming. She slams brutally into Bucky, knocking the breath from his lungs, and by instinct, by the things put in him without his consent, he robotically wraps an arm around her shoulders and hauls her against him.
“Meatball!”
She struggles against him, messy hair getting into his face, and Bucky realizes she’s in a panic and releases her. She smells of clean soap and... flowers.
Bucky watches her tentatively. She’s wearing pajama shorts that cover barely anything at all, a loose camisole, and a short pink vest.
She stares at Bucky with big, wide eyes drinking in the first rays of morning sun. “Did you see a tiny little cat?” she asks, her voice roach, breathless. She’s probably been running.
Bucky shakes his head.
She’s beautiful, he realizes.
“He’s tiny!” she sobs, looking around. By now, she’s garnered the attention of jump-rope-man and yoga-girl. “Have you two seen a tiny little brown kitten?” she calls to them. They both shake their heads, exchanging a concerned look.
“Oh, God,” the girl mumbles, looking around. Her eyes are red from crying, her lips bitten raw.
Bucky feels the beginnings of pity and empathy build between his ribs. It’s numb, as it always is, because HYDRA took his ability to feel, and as his therapist said, it is up to him to harbor any emotion in order to feel better.
He takes a breath, biting the inside of his cheek. “Where did you see him last?” Bucky asks.
The girl turns to him, as if unaware of him even if, seconds ago, she was pressed up against him, albeit briefly. She frowns, raking a hand in her messy hair.
“Uh, in my condo,” she sniffs. “I left the door slightly open to get to the chute, and when I came back, he was gone.”
“And he’s a kitten?” Bucky asks.
She nods. “Yeah, he’s two months.”
Bucky gestures towards the stairs. “Then he wouldn’t have taken the stairs.” The girl nods, completely trusting him, and Bucky finds that he likes that, that he likes her dependency on him. “He’s too small. He’s probably in the hallway. Or hiding.”
She bolts for the stairs, Bucky behind her. “I’m on floor eleven,” she says, and Bucky groans. She couldn’t have been on an even higher floor?
By floor five, the girl is panting, slowing, sweat evident on her brow. Bucky watches in silence, begging his mind not to take him there, to where his eyes want to go. To where his mind is titillating towards. He’s careening, holding onto the imaginary railing in his mind.
She smells so good, and in the confined space of the stairwell, he can smell her everywhere. His heightened senses beg him to turn, to touch her, to taste those red lips, feel her skin that now glows from her exertion.
“I’m Elora,” she breathes, ripping him from his reverie.
He stares down, back at her, where she slowly follows behind him. “Bucky,” he says. “Or James.”
“You have two names?” she asks, her voice between sarcasm and true curiosity.
“Your cat’s name is Meatball,” he deadpans.
She snorts. It’s cute.
She’s evidently out of breath and physically drained by floor ten, and Bucky gives slight encouragements for her to continue. Her hair, loose and messy, has begun to stick to her cheeks, but she is more adorable now. Her face glows from the exertion, and Bucky watches her neck as she strains up the last stairs.
“I didn’t think about coming back up when I came running down,” she breathes as she reaches for the door to her floor.
Bucky grimaces. “We should have taken the elevator.” But he hates elevators. The space is so small, confined, and he can’t feel the air in his lungs nor on his skin. It’s like being buried alive. But he doesn’t tell her that.
She chuckles breathlessly as they emerge into the hallway. The rug is dark brown, just like on his floor. The walls are pristine, lights on the walls, on the ceiling. If Meatball was here, they’d find him.
Elora takes a second to catch her breath, leaning against the wall. Bucky lingers by, not even out of breath.
“Are some sort of marathon runner?” she asks between gulps of oxygen.
Bucky snorts. “No.” He puts his hands in his pockets, trying not to watch her chest heave up and down with every labored breath she takes. “Just fit, I guess.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Why Meatball?” Bucky asks, curious, unable to keep himself from asking her questions.
Elora swallows hard, finally starting to even out her breathing. “Well, you know that apartment block on the other side of the street?” she asks, jutting her chin. Bucky nods. “On the basement ground, there’s an apartment with, like, a whole zoo in there. I’ve never seen the owners. But I’ve seen all the animals. Sometimes I…” she trails off, laughing, pushing herself from the wall.
She starts to walk past him, towards her apartment, and Bucky follows. “Sometimes you what?” he insists, following a few steps behind, head down as if to appear uninterested but he’s shimmering with curiosity. What does this girl do on her free time?
She laughs again. “Well, you don’t work for the police, do you?”
Bucky raises a brow. “Are you murdering innocent people, animals?”
She stops, turns, looks up at him with a frown. She’s so close, he can smell her so much, see every detail of her skin, her eyes, her lips. “No,” she says. “I just go and… rescue those animals. You should see the living conditions.” She resumes walking. Bucky follows.
“So,” he begins, “if I got this straight. You break and enter into an apartment and steal their pets?”
She waves him off.
And just as they turn the corner of the hallway, Elora exclaims, “Meatball!”
She rushes towards a small, tiny little speck of brown fur curled up in front of door 1116. Elora picks up the kitten, cradling it to her chest, cooing and kissing it.
Bucky sighs. “He is very cute,” he acknowledges, eyeing the tiny creature with a small smile. Elora makes a noise of agreement. “So you stole Meatball from the apartment over?”
She rolls her eyes again, a behavior Bucky finds endearing.
“He was starving in there,” Elora mumbles. “I’d been in the apartment a few times. Giving the animals food. But this little guy here, I found nibbling on a rotting meatball. I just… took him home.” She looks up at Bucky with a daring expression, as if challenging her to say anything else about the wrongs of breaking and entering.
Bucky just shrugs, intent on knowing how exactly this girl breaks into homes to free dying cats from their neglectful owners.
“Hence the name,” Bucky mumbles.
She chuckles, nodding, and moves towards her door. “Well, mister James or Bucky… or whatever,” she says with a bright smile, stealing something in Bucky that makes him want to barge through that door with her. “I’ll see you around.” She gives a shrug of her right shoulder, tossing Meatball around in her arms, and turns to enter her condo. Bucky glimpses a soft, grey couch and the smell of vanilla.
“Yeah,” he breathes, steeling his gaze, hearing the soft click of her door closing.
He walks down the hall, back to the stairwell, the empty, grey, echoing stairwell, and shuffles his way down.
On floor five, he takes out his phone and dials Sam.
Ever since Sam took on the mantle of Captain America, the man has been busy, to say the least. But he always picks up when Bucky calls, and Bucky is counting on it.
“Wilson!”
“God, that’s arrogant,” Bucky replies in a low, mocking tone.
“Mister Barnes,” Sam sing-songs, chuckling. “What a pleasure. What you been up to, man?”
“Nothing.” Lie. “I’m going to need some gear.”
There’s a silence, a very concerned, friendly silence. “For what?”
Bucky hesitates. “Surveillance.”
“For who?”
“You’re going to laugh.”
Sam chuckles. “Damn right, I am,” he answers. “Tell me who’s it for.”
“There’s an apartment building on the other side of my new place that is neglecting their animals.”
“Oh,” Sam says. “Well, anything for you, Mister Animal Savior.” Sam chuckles but Bucky can hear the concern, the fear of being lied to, in his voice.
“I prefer Sir Pet Rescue,” Bucky retorts, but there’s barely any humor in his tone.
Because he’s lying. He has no intention whatsoever to surveil that apartment.
After dinner we are all sitting around the lounge area, chatting. Everyone is there. I'm sitting on a couch with my feet up, leaning into Steve, his arm around my shoulder, and Nat at the other end. Tony, Wanda, Vision and Bucky are sitting opposite of us. On the third couch Clint, Sam and Bruce sits.
Some of them are drinking beer but it's all very casual as we all sit around, basically doing nothing.
I glance at Bucky who meets my eyes instantly, almost like he felt it. I give him a soft smile that he returns before looking back down to the beer in his hand, biting his lower lip.
I don't mind that he looked away - the longer eye contact I keep with that man, the harder it gets.
"Let's watch a movie," Wanda suggests and everyone agrees. Tony asks FRIDAY to turn down the lights and Wanda finds a movie on Netflix. I get a blanket from the end of the couch, covering myself and Steve as I cuddle up close to him.
As the movie progresses I feel him moving my shirt up slightly, drawing lazy circles on my waist. It tickles but it also feels good. I still feel the electricity whenever he touches me and I know I said it was hard being around him without touching before, but being around him now and touching him, but not really touching him, might be even harder.
We also didn't have sex this morning because I was in a rush and although I know it's insane, I'm very horny at this point. I'm used to him acting like a teenager and having sex once or twice a day, so it's actually a very long period of abstinence at this point.
I lean my head on his shoulder and he shifts me slightly, my back leaning against his front as he leans on the sofa arm. I feel his hand move slowly against my stomach and it makes me tingle already. I glance up at him quickly, telling him to be careful with my eyes, but he just smirks down at me and kisses my head.
He moves his hand further down and I almost hitch my breath. I'm trying to be quiet and not move, and luckily the room is very dark and the movie very loud. Thank god for surround sound.
As he moves his hand down my pants I shift a little, allowing him better access, leaning my head back further, relishing in the feeling.
He feels how wet I am and whispers in my ear, "I guess you missed me too, huh?" and his taunting tone is making me even more needy.
He's stroking me up and down my slit as he feels how wet I am. He whispers in my ear again, "I would take you right here, right now, but I'm not so sure the others would enjoy that very much." I almost moan as he says it but I manage to stop myself in time.
As he moves further down and slowly enters a finger inside me, I open my eyes at the sensation. I look around, conscious of the people around us, but none of them seems to notice anything.
That is, until I glance towards Bucky.
His gaze is locked on me as he watches me intensely.
We make eye contact and he keeps me hostage, his bright eyes demanding in the darkness of the movie. I want to look away but I can't - and as Steve enters another finger in me, my breath hitches slightly and I see Bucky react instantly, his eyes turning dark.
Steve is fingering me slowly as Bucky watches and I know he can tell what's going on. I can't look away although I know I should, I know this is wrong. But it doesn't feel like being caught - it feels like being watched by someone enjoying the show, excited about what's being done to me right now.
I rip myself away from Bucky's eyes but he keeps his fixated on me. I glance up towards Steve, expecting him to be watching the screen, but as I see where his gaze is, I see him noticing Bucky looking. He glances down at me, smirking, as he stops his motion, asking permission. I contemplate it for a fraction of a second before moving against him, urging him on, and he does instantly, still aware that Bucky is currently watching right now, but seemingly either unfazed or turned on by it.
He did tell me they used to do this sort of thing and I definitely felt his reaction to us getting caught by Bucky the last time. I know I should feel weird about this, but I don't. It feels wrong, hot, wild and insanely sexy, all at once.
Steve's still fingering me and he moves his palm to stimulate my clit, and I feel the familiar knot in my stomach at his motions. I glance down before looking back up at Bucky through my eyelashes to see if he's still watching me.
He is.
He holds my gaze once again and as Steve hits a familiar spot, I part my lips slightly, only a tiny whimper of a sound leaving my lips. Normal people would never hear it. But the Super Soldier sitting across from me, watching me intensely right now, obviously does, as he licks his lips and shifts slightly in his seat.
My heart is racing and my mind is getting cloudy with lust. I close my eyes as I get closer, breaking eye contact with Bucky.
In the darkness of my closed eyelids I see Bucky, his metal arm around my throat, whispering profanities in my ear as Steve touches me.
I bite my lower lip to keep from any sounds coming out and as I'm close to reaching climax, I shoot my eyes open, meeting Bucky's gaze once again. His eyes are dark and dominating, almost urging me on. Telling me to come.
I do, silently, not moving a muscle other than the one Steve feels right now. It takes all my strength.
Steve reacts to what he feels and kisses the top of my head before leaning down and whispering in my ear again, "That should keep you at bay for a while."
I am still holding eye contact with Bucky who is looking at me like I'm his next meal at this point.
Yes, I think that will keep me at bay.. but only for a while.
I wasn’t one of the Black Widows from the Academy, however. I was a part of Hydra’s Winter Soldier program.
Hydra made several attempts to create the perfect weapon, but only two were successful; the first and the last.
There were distinct differences in the way I was ‘programmed’ versus that of the others. Though I, too, had trigger words implanted, they were never truly needed.
According to the stories, The Winter Soldier was the best assassin Hydra's ever had, but that was simply because no one knew I existed. I was their best-kept secret.
I was the student that surpassed the teacher.
Typically, the Winter Soldier succeeded in every mission.
There was but one stain on his record.
Mine.
For years, I had concealed myself from Hydra. Now, as an ally of the Avengers, I was thrown right back into their sights.
Luckily for me, The Soldier was the only one in Hydra who still knew of my existence. I had taken care to eliminate the others, one by one.
Much like the Soldier himself, I was a phantom, a ghost, a memory - a story.
She floated spectral and weightles and looked at her own nearly mangled body slouched into nearly as much beaten Tony Stark who stared wide eyed at ...it.
And then looked at Steven Strange who seemed to see her in her current astral form.
Peter scrambled to his father figure, glued himself there and started to tear up.
- The fuckin hell is that! -Screamed Bucky- Sacrifice all our purest year or what!
He fell near Tony and cradled the winged body.
- I was supposed.... why did she help me...- whispered resident genius
- Come back Angel, you helped Iron Moron here, so now we'll go on that vacation an will go with all our scars, wings, and armless whenever we want- the ex- assassin traced the black messy hair and matted dirty feathers-
Ariana looked at sad Peter and equally sad Tony.
- Birdie...- and Stark for once was speechless hugging his boy and one tear rolled slowly on both their cheeks
She doved into her body abruptly and woke with a pained swear.
- If I ever hear someone calling me Angel I will beat the crap out of them- she vowed and then gently brushed those teary cheeks of her mouthy boys
And turning in Bucky's lap she looked deep into those stormy eyes and kissed him right in front of all.
And the seargent smiled into a kiss.
As they stood she hugged spider-boy and poked an armed shoulder of Tony. -You don't get monopolise self-sacrificing saving people any more in this company- she grinned impishly at several facepalms around.
How could I not love you? Bucky Barnes x vampire!reader chapter 1
Steve doesn't like her. The way she moves, balancing between grace and gore. Easily ripping out hearts of oncoming HYDRA Agents and yet gifting him a kind smile when she notices him getting a little scared by her. She is so plain that no one would guess what she is able to do. It’s like a switch being flipped that changes her kind nature into a beast that wants nothing but blood. He knows how valuable she is that without her help the last few missions would have gone wrong in every way possible. She is like the Hulk but faster, more agile and so easily misjudged. And he knows that everyone else on the team sees it too only that he seems to be the only one struggling to understand.
When they found her Tony was incredibly keen on keeping her. Like a puppy one would find in a dumpster. Only that this pup was a wolf. In Sheep's clothing if you will.
That made him chuckle. “What’s so funny, Cap?” She looks at him with genuine interest. Her eyes sparkling with kindness and a sense of childlike wonder. THUD. The bloody body of a HYDRA agent drops to her feet. Dead, eyes frozen in fear of the monster that just stole his soul. His torso just as dark and drenched in blood as hers. Only that she is standing there smiling at Steve and waiting for an answer to her question.
"Uh, nothing…” He answers while thinking of a good excuse. She doesn’t look away. Soft eyes focused on him in patience. Even when the next agent runs for her. Knife in hand ready to attack her and take revenge for the death of his fellow soldier.
But she is faster, always is. She grabs the man by the throat not even looking at him and rips his air pipes out as if ripping a piece of paper from a notebook. It terrifies Steve but he still tries to act normal and keep his posture as if he didn’t just see this gruesome act. It’s mostly because his Ma taught him not to stare ‘It’s rude ‘ she taught him. And the way Buck would give him one of those cheeky grins.
“ Oh uh. It’s just something Bucky used to say..” That would work, surely. She had been shy about the topic of old friend ever since he first mentioned him. It didn’t make sense to him since she was so eager to have everyone like her. And she did succeed with most of the team. Natasha loves her like a sister. Spending many girl nights together with Wanda ever since she came to join them on missions. “Finally another girl to show you brutes that you don’t need testosterone to fight the bad guys” They cared for each other and it was a special kind of bond.
Sam liked her for her knowledge of basically everything since Queen Mary. The way she could tell stories and sometimes drop in little anecdotes of someone important somewhere at some point in time. And her humor. The way she would always giggle so innocently at any stupid joke he would make. And Steve knew that those smiles weren’t real. Most of them were but sometimes she would pretend only to make him feel good. She needed it, the strong need to fit in and feel normal after a long time of loneliness. An amount of time that he couldn’t imagine even with his 102 years of age.
“Oh yeah? I’m very excited to meet him. He comes over next Thursday, right?” Another two bodies now lay to her feet. It didn’t phase her one bit or if it did she was incredibly good at hiding it. She carefully wiped her mouth on her sleeve. The light gray cotton turned a dark maroon and he followed the spot with his gaze. She must have noticed it and it made her pull on it as if it would pull the dark out of the fabric. Embarrassment.
It was common for her to act like that when he was around. There was always a sort of uncomfortable energy around when they interacted. Like she knew that he was wary of her but wanted to prove to him that she was no threat. Just a young lady trying to have a nice conversation. Forget the blood, gore and long past.
But he couldn’t stop it. It felt like a threat whenever she was around. She might act kind and gentle but seeing what she was capable of, the way she could shred him to bits if she wished to left him on edge. Of course, it was unfair but he couldn’t stop it. He started a civil war between his friends to protect an ex-assassin that was more unstable than she ever could be. And yet he couldn’t get himself to relax around her.
“Yeah I’ll pick him up on Thursday” He could punch himself. He couldn’t even get a conversation going with her even when it was presented to him on a silver tray. He gave her a tight smile trying to ignore her bloodied clothes and the corpses scattered around her. But she understood, she always did. Steve just didn’t like her it was a fact she had to accept.
She tried to get to know him way too many times. It was starting to seem desperate. Should she try again? Was it just the wrong moment to do some small talk? She was about to start again when he interrupted her to talk to the others over the com. “West wing is clear. How about you guys?” She looked to her feet, fingers starting to fumble on her pants to do anything to get through this awkward silence. Steve kept an unfocused look on something vague behind her. Mostly to not have to interact with her.
“We’re clear too, Steve. Got the drive and destroyed all the data left in the storage.” Sam informed him. Steve sighed, they could go home, he could leave this uncomfortable situation and pretend it didn’t happen.
Of course, she was a good match for a mission and they worked well together but he could only see her for that. Even when she tried to be nice to him and pretend she couldn’t just snap him in half. “ Alright, clear out. We’re going back home.” The others accepted their captain's orders and retreated to the jet. It was pizza night like every Friday and they were all eager to call it a day. She loved pizza night even if for her it was just playing pretend. Stealing a few slices here and there, blending in, laughing.
“C’mon time to think about what toppings to get” He’d often try to joke like that, making up for the subtleties that showed her what he was truly thinking about her. But she took it even though she knew that he couldn’t stand her. With a slight nod and a small smile, she stepped over the dead men like they were nothing but small puddles not worth noting. Just objects, not humans that she sucked dry to steal their life to keep hers.
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“So, tell me, is there anything new?” The evening calls with Buck were a daily thing by now. After his time in Wakanda, he tries to get back in touch with Steve as much as possible. The quick process of removing the Soldier from his brain was almost too easy. Or just an example of Shuri’s genius. Maybe both. He felt normal again as far as that was possible with a metal arm and over 100 years of age. And the contact with Steve became such routine and a reminder of his past self.
After the treatment, Bucky tried to find something to keep him occupied. Goat farming wasn’t the way and although he certainly enjoyed Wakanda with its warm climate, grand nature, and kind people, it wasn’t the place for him. Sometimes it was too much for him. Adjusting to technology was one thing but getting used to the advanced society and science of Wakanda was a different deal. So he decided to go back to America, back to Steve and do what he thinks is what is he is currently best at and that is to fight. He didn’t enjoy it like you would enjoy a job or a hobby but it gave him a sense of control, something to be good at. And the moment he mentioned joining to team Steve was exhilarated, so much so, that he didn’t dare to stop him even when he, later on, wasn’t so sure anymore.
“ Not really. Had a standard mission today, get some HYDRA Data, in and out, you know? Nothing special” Steve leaned back on the couch. Trying to release some tension in his muscles. He knew he’d have the next days off but he just couldn’t get himself to relax. Not with….
“What about the new gal? She doing alright?” Steve told him about the new one. He didn't go into much detail and just told him that she was a new agent for field missions with unconventional methods. But trying to get back into talking with Steve and getting to know him again he, of course, had to ask for more details, much to Steve’s disliking. He then tried to break it to him gently, with metaphors and nice words to tiptoe around the reality of her. But at some point, Bucky had it with his cryptic descriptions forcing him to spill the beans. He told him about her. The powers, speed, healing, everything that Steve could remember. Each Time a dark picture flashing before his eyes. But Bucky took it well, was even curious about her and the fact that the old fairy tales were somewhat true. He asked more questions than Steve could or would like to answer.
“She’s doing fine. Did a good job today.” That was it. All that Bucky could get out of him. He knew that something was going on with the new girl and his old friend but he couldn’t guess the nature of it. With a sigh, he accepted Steve’s lack of words. He’d have his chance to meet this creature soon enough. “ Well, I should go. Shuri wanted to clear up some stuff before I leave. I’ll see you soon, Punk.”
The bell rang on a sunny Friday afternoon in Beacon Hills. My friend Heather and I raced out of the school building, excited for the night that awaited us. We got into her car, eager to get to our little hideaway in the old barn that my parents made for me, to get ready for the party tonight that we were so eager to attend. Heather parked in my driveway and we headed inside. She sat in the living room while I, taking the stairs two at a time headed to my room to get my clothes and makeup. After I got back down, and I headed outside to the old barn.
When I turned ten, my parents decided to turn the old barn in our backyard, into a little house for me. After I met Heather in sixth grade, we started hanging out there and having sleepovers in it. We set up in what we called our dress up room, which used to be an old horse stall. My dad built us a vanity in there and placed a chest in there that used to hold all of our old dress up clothes.
Dumping our makeup onto the vanity, we set to work on our hair and face. Heather went for a bold eyeliner and red lip, her short blonde hair curled. Her outfit, a burgundy long-sleeved crop top and high waisted black shorts, paired with burgundy boots and lace stockings. I went for a more subtle look, my long red hair up in a messy high ponytail, with a black smokey eye and nude lipstick. My outfit consisted of a light blue spaghetti strap top, paired with black leather pants and black heels.
Pretty soon, it was time to leave, so we got back into her car. It was a twenty-minute drive to the party, and the whole way we talked about how excited we were to attend our first high school party.
“Think you’ll pick up a senior Alaina? What if you picked up Barry Winston?” Heather teased at me, knowing my crush on the senior. Barry was the most popular senior in our school, and whose parent’s lake house we were going to for the party.
“Oh please, like Barry would even look at me. He probably doesn’t even know I exist.” I replied back to her.
“But now you look hot. Seriously Alaina, if you were my type and I were single, I’d tap that.” She smirked at me.
“Something tells me that Maylee wouldn’t like that.” I laughed. Maylee was Heather’s girlfriend of three months. She had come out as bisexual about a year ago, and it wasn’t horrible either. Her parents accepted her for who she was, and did not judge, and when Maylee came around, they treated her so nicely. Better than how Maylee’s parents treat her when she came out as a lesbian. However, Maylee is not allowed to spend the night with Heather.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Heather said in a sing-song voice. “with you looking like that, she might just consider a three-way.” She winked at me and I chuckled.
“Well in that case, I feel so honored.” We both laughed. I really liked Maylee, I thought she was really good for Heather.
We arrived at the party, and it had already kickstarted. Cars were lined up in the driveway and down the side of the road. We parked down the road and teetered our way in our heels into the party. With everything we imagined this party to be, nothing could prepare us for what we saw when we walked into the lake house.
I had an inkling to grab Heather and run, but instead I went inside. I could not be the person to turn and run from a party just because I saw other teens drinking. This is what goes on at a high school party, I reminded myself. Just because other teenagers are drinking and getting wasted, doesn’t mean that I have to. I’m sure that I could find a coke or pepsi at this party, what kind of party doesn’t serve soda’s?
“There’s Maylee! I’m going to go over and hang with her!” Heather shouted over the loud music and pointed to her green haired girlfriend. Before I could protest, Heather was out of sight, leaving me alone.
I stumble around the party, avoiding drunk and snogging teens, before my feet start killing me in the heels that Kaite made me wear. I finally came to rest at the island in the kitchen, and took a seat on the bar stool, resting my feet.
“What can I get you?” a voice rang out, startling me. I look up and see Morgan Lannister, another high school senior who plays lacrosse with Barry.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask as a boy I’ve never met sat down in the barstool next to me.
“What can I get you both?” Morgan asks again, this time also asking the mystery boy to my left.
“Do you have coke?” We both ask at the same time.
“Yes, I do, hold on.” Morgan says, turning his back to us.
“I’m Harry.” The mystery boy said.
“Alaina.” I replied back. “Are you new? I’ve never seen you before.”
“No, I live in New York. Barry is my cousin, so I’m visiting for a couple days.” He replied. I’m starting to wonder how long it takes someone to pour a coke. As if he read my thoughts, Morgan is back with two red solo cups, filled with soda.
“Here you go, two cokes.” Morgan said and left us alone.
“You didn’t want something spicy with alcohol?” Harry said as he smiled teasingly at me. He had a nice smile.
“I’m not one to drink alcohol.” I laugh as I take a sip. “What about you?”
“No, no alcohol for me either.” This coke tastes funny, but I think nothing of it.
We sat there drinking our cokes and talking for a few minutes. I feel a little fuzzy, but I chock that up to being nervous that this handsome boy was actually talking to me.
“So, are you here alone?” Harry asked.
“No, I was here with my friend, but she bolted when she saw her girlfriend.” I say. Is my voice slurring? Did Morgan spike my drink?
“Well that wasn’t very nice of her.” Is his voice also slurring?
“No, I suppose not, but I’ll yell at her later about it.” I’m getting really hot.
“Well until you find her, would you care to dance?” Harry asked as he finished his coke and got up and held out his hand.
I chugged the rest of my coke and took his hand. “Sure.”
