Only time will tell

Screw the pancakes

As my eyes slowly open, I'm met with a random dude's arm. The fuck? I fall out of the bed in shock, landing on my face. That was impressive. Ok let's try and remember what happened the previous day... Hm.... So I froze the town, saw this dude getting beat up, then passed out. Oh, so he must've taken me back to his place. "Are you okay down there?" He asks with a skeptical expression. "Yeah. Thanks. I just felt that the floor needed a hug." I explain, grinning up at him. "So what's your name?" He asks getting out of the bed and putting on a shirt. Damn. This dude is ripped... Anyway...."I'm Riley. And you are?" I ask, standing up and stretching. "Hm. What did that guy call me... Bucky was it...yeah. I'm Bucky, I think" he mumbles sounding confused. "You think that's your name?" How can he not know his name? "Yeah. Some shit happened. So, Riley. How did you get stabbed?" Bucky questions, crossing his arms over his (very ripped) chest. "Hm. I'll tell you my story, if you tell me yours?" I reply hoping to learn some more about this interesting individual. Bucky nods, before extending his hand, for me to shake. As I shake his hand my stomach erupts into a growl, "let me take a wild guess. You're hungry?" He says smugly. I meekly nod, embarrassed by my stomach. Bucky begins to walk out of the room and gestures for me to follow him. He leads me to what I presume is the kitchen.

"Pancakes sound good?" He questions. I nod violently, showing that pancakes did indeed sound very good. I sit on the counter top, as Buck begins to assemble the pancakes. "So why don't you tell my how you got stabbed?" He asks, with an expression that said: don't even think about lying to me.

"Well I uh, you see um. It was uh my mother." I mumble, trying to avoid eye contact. Bucky stops what he was doing and turns towards me, "Your own mother stabbed you? Damn. Keep explaining Riley." He shoots me a sympathetic look. "Well, I had just um come back from school, and my parents were a little bit drunk. Things got a little bit too far, and my dad chucked a bottle at me. My mum took one of the broken pieces of glass and stabbed me in the stomach..." I paused, should I tell him about the rest? Do I mention what I did? Maybe not right now. Bucky sensed my hesitation, and engulfed me in a hug. "I'm so sorry Riley. You don't seem like you deserve that. Did that happen often?" He asks, still holding me tightly. "Yeah I guess. Um Bucky, the pancakes look like they are burning." I mumble. "Screw the pancakes" He replies. I gasp, how dare he? Pancakes are the shit. I escape his grasp and go save the pancakes. "I know, you're not telling me everything. But I trust that at some point you will." Bucky states looking at me intently. I shrug, unsure of what I should do.

My focus was currently on the beautiful pancakes before me. I had successfully managed to cook 8 pancakes, and Bucky and I were digging into our little feast.

"Ok your turn Buckster" I state gesturing for him to speak. "Well, this is a relatively short story, seeing as I don't remember too much of it. But from what I've gathered. I was experimented on for a bit, hence the metal arm. Whoever did that also wiped my memory, so I'm still trying to find out who I am." He explains, scrunching up his face. Poor Bucky! "I'm so sorry! That must be awful" I sympathise. He shrugs.

"Oh yeah. Do you know where my bag is?" I ask, hoping to change into some fresh clothes. He jogs out of the room, and returns carrying my rucksack, which he then throws at me. The bag hits me in the face and I fall over the sofa. I groan, whilst the idiot who seems to enjoy my pain, collapses into the ground, amused by my lack of catching skill. "Shut up you douchebag." I mumble, as I exit the room.

I walk back into the room I woke up in, and change into a t-shirt and shorts. I run my fingers through my hair, and quickly brush my teeth. Suddenly my mind wondered back to the situation back at home. I wonder if anyone's found out yet. My heart drops at the thought. Stop thinking about it Riley. Let's just pretend it didn't happen. I walked out of the room and tried to go find Bucky. Who happened to be watching tv. "Took you long enough." He states, his eyes still glue to the screen. "Well I'm sorry! At least I actually look presentable!" I exclaim with a smirk. His face contorts into an expression of shock. "Was not expecting that. Sass master Riley. Anyway, how old are you?" He questions, collapsing into the sofa. "17" I reply. He looks at me smugly. "Aw Riley's still a little baby!" He says condescendingly. "Hey shut up! I'm 18 in a couple of months!" I exclaim. He smiles at me, before patting the space next to him on the sofa, "come sit". I obediently comply, and perch on the edge of the sofa. Bucky seems to be watching a show called Supernatural. It's actually pretty interesting.

After a few hours of continuously watching tv, my attention turned to Bucky. One thing was currently really annoying me. His hair. It's too long. The dude needs a haircut. "Buckyyyyyy?" I say hoping to get his attention. "Yes Rileyyyyyy?" He replies using a similar tone to mine. "Please can I give you a haircut, the length of your hair is seriously annoying me." I explain hoping to persuade him. He pauses for a moment, "sure. Although if you don't do a good job. Shit might happen..." He mumbles before walking towards a drawer in the kitchen and grabbing a pair of scissors. He passed me the scissors, "please don't cut my ear off" he says looking at me solemnly. I roll my eyes at him, before starting work on Bucky's hair.

Soon enough, I was pretty happy with what I had achieved. He looked pretty decent actually. Now you can actually see his face! Bucky is currently checking himself out in the mirror. Self centred much... "Pretty decent actually. Nice job." He said coming up to me with a smile. I giggled at the strange person before me. Suddenly my attention turned towards the television as I heard "Town discovered, frozen in time. Police are currently trying to find out who could have possibly commuted this horrific crime." My heart drops. Oh shit.