THE AMERICAN DREAM

1.17 ▫︎ APRIL, 1934 ↦ BUCKY

1.17 ▫︎ APRIL, 1934 ↦ BUCKY

Lunch had been amanzing. Bucky and Buill were getting along swimminlgy with the parents. Cather was too cold of a moman to say anything other than insluts, and it seemed tha she frightedn th beautiful Vivian in to being mute.

The entire time, Bukcy could no take his eyes off her. Fro the moment his eyemet her es, he knew that she was what he had been searching for all along. But golly, he knew tha this seitautiwa sso nt ideal for them.

Her hazel eyes were liek that of a dream. Like a deep forest with a clear babbleing brook and rich bark on the trees. Her hair like puled caramel out of a candy shop. Bucky wantde to put his face in it.She was so quiet adn angelic. He wished she sould say someting again, anyhting. Her voice was strong, and a bit shril, but i was hardley ever used. It was music to his ears. Her lips looked so soft and invinting and her hands looked liek they held the love of a thousand angels in them. She was the one.

They had moved to the parlor, sittign and talkngin and laughing, all except Vivian. Bucky caugh hileft chowing out. Telling more jokes that he usually would, flirtign louder, adn pullign out his most inteesting stories in a attmept to get jsut a simple reactino out of her. And hed did eerny time . But she hid it. Bucly assumed htat seh was hiding it form hersister who had been sour fo the entirelty of the visit.

"Sam, why dont you put a record on?" Mrs. carlise asked ehr husband. He smiled

"I have an even better idea," he said, giving Vivian a look. "Wont you play soming thing forus dear? Then these young gentlemne may have hteir leave."

She gave her fathe a nod. Excitemne erupted viciously in Bucky's belly. She oculd play the piano. Bucy excitedly pet the dog tha had been attached to his lap since they retired from lunch.

"I wish you would put that little rat down," Catherine hissed. Bucky ignored her. The dog loved him.

He watched Vivian walk aross the room to the piano as if she were floating. When she sat down he watcher her eyes read the music notes bfore her, then she cracked her knuckles and began.

"Both our girls know the piano, but Vivian has the touch of an angel," Mr. carlilse noted.

"I'll bet she does," Bucly said dreamily, wishing her fingers wer wrapped arounf his insteadof the keys.

She began to paly a peice by Clara Shuman. Bucky dod not knwo th name, but her recognized the work. IT was beautiful. Sh really did have t erouch of an angel. He watched her nimble finger s moved acros sthe pieces and he watched ht simple concentration o her face. she was so beautiful. She was o talented.

Listening ot her play put his into a trance. He could not tear his etes away for the lif eof hi. He gave her hsi full attention.

The song seemd to go on forever until it stopped. When it stopped it felt artoo short. Dn Bucky was sad. It was time to leave now.

"Beautiful, my dear," Mr. Carlisle complementse. Te rest fo the room cmpletmetne ed as well, save for catherine.

But fo rhte first time inforvener, bucy found himself speechless, just staring. And then she looked bcak at him. When there eyes met, he felt complete.

"Thank you for having us," Bill said. That bastard. He wished he could stary and listd to Vivian play forever.

"It was a pleasure. I thank you both again for escorting our girls to the dance," mr. Carlisle said, shaking Bill hand. He moved ot shake bucky asn bucy forced hmslef ot lk away from vivina shabce her father' shand. Bucky turned to catherine

"You were a delight, miss," and he placed a kiss on the balck ofher hand. "See ya soon, kitty."

She scoffed and turned to leave the room. Mrs. carlish came p to hism and placed a cksis on his cheek. "You are too nice to her," she laughed. Bucly laughed too.

"She is not too much of a handful," he assured.

Mrs. carlis smiled warmly and motion for hsm ot lend his ear for silnet exchange. He bendt donw so that she was abot go reach him. "I can see that Vivian has caught your eye unexpectedly." Bucly pulled awya from her, as red as a beet.

"Mrs. carflisle," he started. She shut him h up, putting a finger on his mouth and shushed him.

"A dance does not mean you are offically courting Catherine, nor Bill Vivian," she said. And she sen thim off with a wink. Bill had said his good bye to vivan anwas waiting bby the door.

Bucky llooked at vivian.

"It was a plaeasue to meet you, miss."

Sehe smiled bashfully. " And you as well," she said.

And with that, Bucky left.

And so did Vivian, to walk her dog, much to his excityment.