And They Were Roommates [COMPLETED]

Distraction

You ended up letting Naeve drag you back to hers. You were in a mood the whole way. You were trying to work out a logical explanation. You were trying to not spiral into the thoughts that Bucky and Emily were...

After you talked to Tyler, Bucky's reaction revealed a few things to you. He cared about you. He liked you. He didn't want someone else in the picture. He was happy that you didn't want anyone else.

You were trying to hang onto those facts, because those facts meant that Bucky was absolutely not in the flat banging his ex.

The thing is, you didn't have much to distract you. Sure, Naeve had put on some crap films for you both to watch, but it's not like you were actively involved in them. You were sitting there, eyes on the screen, mind on Bucky. Your phone was glued to your hand, waiting for the notification that never came through.

It got to dinner time, and even Naeve had had enough. You'd both spent the whole day with this thing over your heads. She huffed and stood suddenly.

"Right, we're going to the pub. I can't take it anymore." She said, turning the TV off and stomping to her bedroom.

"What?" You called after her, rushing to follow her.

"We are going to get dressed, go to the pub, and find something fun to occupy us. I can't stand watching you stare at your blank phone any longer."

"I'm sorry I just...it's been all day." You sighed, looking back at your phone. Then Naeve grabbed your phone and chucked it onto her bed. "Hey!"

"No, get dressed, let's get a cab, let's have a drink. Then you're gonna go home drunk and Bucky will wish to god he texted you because drunk you can fucking argue til the cows come home once you get into it."

You inhaled. She was right. You were generally one of those funny, friendly drunks. But when people rub you the wrong way, you became a foghorn of abuse.

You smiled.

"Pick me an outfit." You said, making her grin back at you.

An hour later, you and Naeve were arm in arm, heading into that Fangs bar you went to last week. You cheered when you spotted Shay and Amber already at a table and ran over to them, giving them hugs. You had told them what was going on via the groupchat, so they knew to just hand you the tequila shots that they had ready on the table as their greeting.

You chucked back two shots before even saying anything to the others. Then, in true friend fashion, they started with bashing Bucky and his shitty behaviour. Initially you wanted them to stop, but the more they talked, the more you realised you weren't just upset at Bucky, you were mad. He had angered you. You had tried to be nice and respectful, give him the space to sort out any closure he needed to do, he said he would text you, and he had left you all day with no indication of what was going on.

So yeah, after a few minutes of them insulting Bucky, you felt yourself wanting to join in. Shay grabbed some more drinks, and before you knew it, you were well on your way to getting drunk.

You all spent the next hour comparing shitty exes, then shitty sex, to which you emphatically described the underwhelming escapades with Tyler. But then that led them back to the elephant in the room. Back to Bucky.

Just like Naeve, they attempted to drag answers out of you about how Bucky was in bed. But the truth is, that was something you wanted to keep to yourself. Bucky was your own, special thing. You didn't care about divulging your past sex stories, but sex with Bucky meant more to you than it had with anyone else. You felt cheap at the thought of broadcasting how he made you feel.