God, I hate You

51

"get up" i whispered, slapping bucky's arm. he turned around, his back facing me as he continued to sleep.
"barnes get up right now" i ordered, flicking the back of his head. still nothing. i sighed and checked the time, it was nearly two in the afternoon. an idea slid into my mind as i grabbed the bottle of water which sat on my bedside table. i spun the cap off and tilted it over his head, watching the water flow onto his brown hair. bucky jumped up and smacked the bottle out of my hand, he shook his head, sending the water splattering onto me.

"there was no need for that" he grumbled, holding onto my wrist as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"you wouldn't wake up, i was worried that you were dead cause you're so old" i mumbled.
"oh so you'd worry if i was?" he teased, smirking slightly.
"no, people would blame me and i don't wanna go to jail" i replied. he scoffed and pulled me onto him, my chest pressed against his.
"well good morning" he winked, his fingers drumming against my lower back. i tilted my head towards the clock and looked back at him,
"afternoon" i nodded.
"why'd you wake me then?" he asked, pushing me off of him. i stood up and pulled my jacket tighter around my shoulders,
"i want to go out somewhere" i shrugged, he stood up and gently smoothed his thumb over my bandaged shoulder as he remembered my injury.
"i think you should rest" he smiled. i stared at him,
"i'll go out with someone else then" i murmured and turned around. bucky caught up with me and slid in front of my bedroom door,
"like hell you will" he chuckled, pressing his back against the door.
"well i need someone to hang out with and christian's been messaging me non stop, so i guess i'll go with him" i replied, he scoffed and opened the door,
"i'll go get ready" he smiled, before walking into his room.

around thirty minutes later bucky was finally finished getting ready, i lay on the hood of my car, staring up at the ceiling of the garage.
"god took you long enough" i mumbled when he walked in. bucky ran his fingers through his damp hair and shrugged,
"oh you were styling your hair, got it" i nodded, opening the car door.
"i wasn't styling it" he grumbled. i snorted and started up the car,
"whatever you say barnes". i didn't exactly know where i was driving to, i was just bored and needed a distraction.
"where exactly are we going?" bucky asked as he pressed random buttons on the car radio, resulting in the stations changing every two seconds.
"getting food" i said simply, slapping his hand to stop him from fiddling with the radio.

the both of us fell into a small conversation after arriving at the sushi restaurant, mostly just about books, movies and friends.
"you think dr strange is the most talented?" bucky scoffed, popping a piece of sushi into his mouth.
"of course i do, there's no one as cool as him" i replied.
"gandalf" bucky said immediately. i set my chopsticks down and turned to face him,
"you know about gandalf?" i snorted.
"i read the book, in 1937, when it came out" bucky smirked.
"god you're that old" i teased, pretending to be disgusted, which wiped the smirk off his face in a heartbeat.
"anyway. look at me, i'm pretty cool" bucky winked, ushering down at himself.
"whatever floats your boat" i nodded, patting his shoulder. bucky scoffed and smacked my upper arm, which resulted to me clutching onto it for dear life and trying not to punch him in the face,
"oh god i'm so sorry" he gasped, grabbing onto my hand. i narrowed my eyes at him and pretended to be in more pain than i was,
"i'll pay" he offered, clearly trying to make it up to me. suddenly, i felt much better. i looked up and smiled at him.

"you have a staring problem" i muttered as we got back into the car.
"no i don't" he defended. i rolled my eyes end turned to face him,
"that man offered to get me a drink and you stared him out as if he was an alien" i chuckled.
"well there was no need for him to offer" bucky shrugged.
"sam says you have a staring problem too" i mumbled, he rolled his eyes.
"he's lying" bucky replied. i shook my head and held back a smile,
"seatbelt" i nodded, bucky pulled his seatbelt on and shuffled on his seat, trying to get comfortable.
"where exactly are we going now?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"paint balling" i winked.

a/n; four/five more chapters and this book is over besties;)