Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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I never slept last night. I was too busy looking around Bucky's room as he slept on the couch across the room after he moved away it until I relaxed my shoulders because even though we were joking about him killing me in my sleep, my brain kept me up after not recognizing the teasing chuckle in his tone. It didn't bother me at all since I was used to keeping myself awake so I didn't drag myself into a nightmare that woke me up into reality so halfway through the night, I was too on guard to sleep with someone else in the room so I left the bare and quiet room to go and walk down the hallway while silently jiggling every knob quietly until one of them popped open.

The door opens very easily to reveal a pretty decorated room with a dark gray and deep purple styled bed in the corner with a nightstand decorated with red roses in a vase. The walls are a lavender color that match the purple flowers and navy ones on the desk to my left that has office supplies on it as well. I walk in slowly and close the door behind me to look around and even in the bathroom to breathe in the office scent with only a little vanilla mixed in and my eyebrows raise at the smell because that is what I have used since I was a kid was vanilla scented anything. Candles, fragrances, air fresheners, perfume, soaps, everything and everything around me looks so familiar.

I mean, this is my room.

I figured that out after finding some things from my apartment in here like my many fidget toys I played around with as I walked around some more but there is stuff in here that I don't know like why I have three random vases of flowers because I never would if it was just for decoration especially if they're real. I try to find some answers to the racing questions in my mind by kneeling down in front of the nightstand and pulling the tiny drawer out, only to exclaim a soft 'ooh' of embarrassment when I find all different kinds of sex toys in there and I curse myself for either snooping in someone else's room or not hiding them better if this really is my room.

"Found your room, huh?" Bucky announces his presence by my door

"Whoa!" I jump up and kick the drawer shut so he doesn't see. "Uh, y-yeah... I guess, I did." I run my hands through my short hair and down my chest to dust myself off

"You okay?" He asks and tilts his head a little in concern when I grimace a little at the sudden movement. "Did you rip a stitch or something?" He gets ready to step forward

"N-no." I shake my head and glance at the nightstand. "Just-" I stop and lift my hand up to my head and wave it by my temple. "Fuzzy memories." I describe the best I can through my own awkwardness

"No, I get it." He nods and then a smile starts to lift on his face. "Y'know... plums are really good help with memory." He licks his lips to stop from smiling so much and I can't help it when a small one lifts on my face

How he is so... contagious, I don't know.

To be fair, I am stuck in a constant state of confusion.

"Are they?" I mumble and look around the rest of my room to resume what I was doing before he walked in here

"Sure are." He crosses his arms and leans on the door frame. "I eat them when it gets bad for me and they help after awhile. They also taste good." He adds with a small smirk

"Hmm." I hum and walk over to the door that is to the right of my desk

I twist the knob to open the door to reveal a closet that smells heavy of laundry and that same vanilla scent mixed with the masculine smell from Bucky's room that confuses me a little bit but then I remember that we used to be close friends and he said our laundry always got mixed up so I let the thought slip from my mind. Speaking of Bucky, he follows me into the closet but keeps his distance as I look through my clothes where I eventually pick out a pair of black sweatpants and a blue crewneck from the more darker colored area of the closet.