"Stop it, you two. Bucky and I are friends. Don't even go there." I shook my head at them.
"Oh, come on Max! You know you have a thing for him!" The blonde teased.
"Had. I had a thing for him. Past tense. And that was, like, my sophomore year of h...
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The night sky hung above me as I walked across my yard to my front door.
The bright stars looking as if someone poked a shot ton of tiny holes in a piece of paper and held it up to a light.
The night had always been a friend to me. It has always brought me a sense of comfort. An endless void to scream into.
Never bragging about how bright it's stars were or how glamorous the moon was. I whispered to the black cover over the sky all of my secrets and it locked them under its tongue. Never breathing a word of them to another soul. Never letting slip anything I shared. A language just for it and I to know.
I was always a night owl.
My mother swears I was born by the moon and not her. I could sleep until the sun went down and stay up with the moon. Never faltering in my attempts to make that happen. She also thinks that's why I was always in water. And why I still am. The moon commands the tide.
And I always rose with the moon.
But, my mom was also a huge hippie dippy stoner in the 70s. So, naturally she believes that. But, as time goes on and years slip by, it doesn't sound too crazy.
"Did you wait up for me?" I asked as I closed the front door behind me and the sound of Mouths tires faded away outside.
Bucky was sitting on the love seat leaning forward, elbows on his knees and rubbing his hands together. His head snapped up at my voice and he bounced to his feet, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
"Y-yea. I just wanted to see how tonight went." He stuttered.
"You wanted to make sure I told him it wasn't a date." I leaned against the stair railing and folded my hands behind me. Looking up at him through my lashes, watching as he walked towards me.
He nodded. "Did you?"
"No." I whispered as he got even closer to me, i watched his jaw clench before I spoke again. "I didn't have to tell him. He figured out something was between you and I."
His jaw relaxed while a smirk formed on his face and his hands found my waist. "I guess we aren't quite as subtle as I thought we were, huh?"
I bit my lip and shook my head. "I guess not, Buckaroo."
