𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 (𝘣.𝘣)

Roomies

Please, Please not today and not now.

"What's up with the car Cols?" My dad asked, joining me at my side next to my shit piece of a car.

I sigh while moving my weight to my hip. "Molly isn't running." Wands and I named her Molly since we bought her off of a guy who made molly.

"Pop the hood." Dad says while making his way to the front of the tan Honda Civic. I reach in through the broken window and pop the hood for Dad before joining his side. He gives it a little look and tugs on a few cords. He finds himself stumped. Dad was good with bikes. Not cars.

"Buck!" He shouts from outside the garage. I turn to the shop and see Bucky duck under the half way opened garage door. Grease all over the pair of jeans that looked brand new when I got at work this morning. He throwed his hand towel over his shoulder as he wiped his hands off his jeans.

Why even have the towel at this point?

"What's up boss?" He says before meeting my father's other side.

"Coley's car is acting up. Engine isn't running. You're better with cars than I am. Think you could give it a looksey? Maybe teach her a few tips and tricks?" I look to my Dad before shutting him down.

"I'd love that. But I have to leave 5 minutes ago to go meet my potential roommate." Bucky looks into the car hood while I turn entirely to my dad. "Speaking of, can I use your car for and hour and half Dad?" He shakes his head for putting his hands on his hips, adding to the grease stain he also accumulated.

"I would let you any other day baby. I really would." His voice almost sounded disappointed in himself. "But I promised Mom I'd show up to one of her club dinner things tonight. You know how much those things mean to her."

I sigh in agreeance. "I know. I'll just reschedule."

"No need. Take the bike." said the man behind us, looking at Molly thoroughly. I look back to him but his eyes never met mine immediately. They lingered on the car before scanning over my face.

"No, I can't take your bike." I say. He didn't ride Bex today but I still feel bad for riding any of his bikes.

He looks to my hands, which were fidgeting with my keys and phone. I suddenly became nervous and just shoved them at my sides, looking stiffer if I hadn't already. "Don't worry about it. I'm almost done with the Aprilia, once she's done I'll work on your car." He shuts the hood before grabbing his bike keys out of his back pocket. He held them out, but I never took them.

"Take the bike Collette and give me your keys. You'll be late to your meeting." He was somehow being caring and demanding all at once. It was too much so I just listened and traded keys with him. His key ring has a bunch of different keys and keychains.

"I'll be back in an hour and a half. Promise." He nodded his head before heading back to the garage. My Dad must've left since he was no where to be found. I walk over to Bucky's bike which was in pitch perfect condition. He was watching me from the garage and waved me off as I contemplated cancelling the meeting.

A sigh of defeat leaves my body as I lift myself on to the bike.Thank God I wore jeans today. I start the bike and the engine filled my blood with excitement. It had been almost 4 years since I had been on a bike. I missed the thrill almost every day of college. Excitement reaches my bones and almost like a reflex, the kick stand is up and I'm turning out of the shop. As I stop to the end of the driveway, I look back to Bucky. He isn't watching me, but I wish he was. So he could see my smile of appreciation for him.

The wind was flowing through my hair. I didn't have a helmet but Bucky never wears one. Thankfully the sandwich shop wasn't too far away so I should be fine. The wind was throwing strands behind me, pushing them and letting them fly behind me. The loose T-shirt I may have stolen from my brothers drawer tried to run with the wind. My skin being tickled by the electricity running with joy across my body. It's an unearthly experience.