Bucky's mom didn't really care all that much for him. I mean obviously she did care somewhat since she took care of him -although he's mostly independent-, but whenever he creates a problem she's just like: *sigh* *eye roll* *lips in a line* *waves him off*
So whenever he asked if he could go to Sam's house she just waved her hand, mumbling "sure" before standing up and heading to her own car.
James was greatful for her. She protected him from his alcoholic father by removing him from that house and stopping his father from braking into theirs multiple times; but he couldn't help but feel unwanted by her.
He brushed it off as he went to go find Sam. Sam and his mom were waiting outside of the hospital, sitting on a bench shaded by a tree.
James looked both ways before crossing the road over to them. With a quick check up from Mrs. Wilson the three were soon on their way to the Wilson household.
Bucky and Sam rode in the back seat, talking the whole time about something or other. James noticed Sam's board laying in the floorboard and couldn't help but stare, realizing he probably wouldn't be able to ride until his arm healed.
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✨In Sam's room✨
Sam propped his board against the wall "I noticed you staring at my board earlier"
"Yeah?" James asked, sitting on the edge of Sam's bed.
Sam plopped down on his desk chair "So what's up?"
"I just, I don't know if I'll be able to ride my board anymore until I fully heal, and that takes mouths." He groaned. "I just... I don't know"
"You don't wanna feel trapped. Riding makes you feel free, doesn't it?" Sam asked, not looking up from his homework which he had abandoned earlier.
"How'd you know?-"
"I've been your friend since second grade; I see the look in your eyes, the way you breath, how you're more relaxed, and everything when you're riding. And it makes me feel that way, so I can guess it's the same for you too"
"I mean you right" he said with an awkward chuckle.
It fell silent for a minute, not awkwardly silent; Sam tapping the bottom of his pencil to his chin in thought.
"I could help you"
"Huh? Explain" James asked.
"I could help you, we can ride together"
"On one board?"
"Yeah!"
James thought for a minute, going over how dangerous that would be, brushing them all off and agreeing "I mean I wouldn't be obliged to it"
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431 words.
Jul. 7. 2022.
