𝗕𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Best Friend ¹

SONG REQUEST FOR THIS CHAPTER: 'Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) by Studio Killers

621 Words

High School AU

I placed my last textbook in my locker, and then my locker door slammed shut, causing me to jump. Standing next to me was Bucky, my best friend, with a stupid smirk on his face.

"Jesus christ Buck! You scared the shit out of me." I gasped.

"Sorry, y/n"

"No, your not." I joked.

He chucked a throaty laugh.

"What you doing tonight?" He asked.

"Probably gonna study for that Chemistry test we have coming up, you should try doing that too, you know." I tease.

We start to walk down the hallway, towards the entrance. He glares at me for my comment, only to smile when I glare back at him.

"You're really going to study? Why can't you take tonight off?"

"Why tonight?"

"Uh, 'cause it's Halloween." He taunted.

"So? It's not like we're going to go trick-or-treating or anything."

"No, but we can hang out. Come on, my parents are out with Becca tonight. We can make popcorn and watch a movie."

"I dunno, Buck."

"I'll wear my pyjama pants that make you laugh." He pleads.

I laugh at the thought of his beefy thighs in his pyjama pants that are way too small for him and have pictures of cats all over.

"All right fine, but If I fail Chemistry, I'm blaming you, Barnes!" I chuckle.

"Yes mam'" He salutes me as he walks over to his black Harley Davidson and climbs on, driving off.

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We stand in his kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish in the microwave.

"You still up for coming to the dinner with my family next week?" He asks.

"Yeah, as long as Becca's gonna be there." I tease.

"Yes, your favourite Barnes will be there." He jokes back.

"Aww, you're still my favourite Bucky."

"No, I'm the only Bucky you know."

I laugh, hearing the microwave bing, and pull the bag out. Bucky grabs the bag from me and pours the popcorn into a bowl.

I throw myself on his couch as Bucky places the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of us, both of us in our pyjamas. He sits down next to me and grabs the TV remote, pointing it towards the TV.

"So, what are we watching?" He asks.

"I dunno, we never finished Fight Club. Maybe that?"

He rolls his eyes. "You only want to watch that cause you fancy Brad Pitt."

"As everyone with eyes, brain cells and a uterus does." I joke.

He spits into his drink, laughing at my joke. 

"How about we watch a scary movie? In honour of Halloween!" He grins.

"You just want me to hug and get closer to you." I say, rolling my eyes at him.

He just laughs and smiles. He clicks a few buttons on the remote, and soon we are sitting in the dark with the bowl of popcorn on his lap, watching 'Terror Train'.

Within the first 30 minutes, a creepy masked man walks on screen, causing me to move closer to him and hold onto his arm. He laughs at me and puts his arm around me, protecting me from the masked killer. Making me feel safe. Later on in the movie, a jumpscare comes. Without thinking about it, I bury my face into his neck.

"Tell me when it's done." I plea.

He rubs his hand up and down my arm, calming me down. I feel myself slowly dozing off. Minutes later he looks down at me and smiles.

"It's over." He grins.

Seeing that I'm asleep, he grabs the closest blanket and pulls it over both of our legs. He leans further back into the couch, turns his head towards me, and kisses my head.

"Goodnight, y/n."

This is what I imagined his pyjama pants to look like, lol.