Little Fires(Evan Buckley)

Dumbass

I finish putting my hair up and grab my bag. I walk out of my apartment and get in my car.

I pull up to the 118 and hop out of my car. I'm greeted by my captain Bobby and Chimney. "Hey Tiny." "Hey Destiny." I walk to wear the females get dressed and put it on. I look for a rubber band and can't find them. "Shit!" "Morning to you too." I look at Hen. "Hey Hen. No I can't find my hair tie." I state. "I got one." I look at her head.

"Don't give me that look take it." "Mhm thank you." I pull my hair into a bun.

I walk up the stairs and see Chim and Nash. "Lady troubles Chim?" I say grabbing a strawberry. "This woman's so far out of my league but she's just once in a lifetime. I can't let her go." He states. "This is why I'm single, love is overrated." I state. "How would you know Tiny you've never been in one?" Hen retorts. "Exactly men are stupid I'd go gay if my neice hadn't already took that role." They chuckle.

"Lots of fish in the sea." "Not with the bait he's using." I snicker. "Cruel but true." She chuckles. "I met her on a this new dating site-" "red flag!" I exclaim.

"Just for cops and firefighters, RomancingTheUniform.com." "I'm waving the flag hello!" I say grabbing a red table napkin.

"You hush." "Just tellin you how I see it." I say dipping my finger in the spaghetti sauce. "Destiny..." "I'm hungry Nash. Jenna and Aria left early for some stupid cheer thing and work." I state. "So nobody woke you up." "Naturally." I nod.

"Back to me please?" "Oh sorry continue with your tale of woe." I say sarcastically. He mocks me. "She's an adrenaline junkie so foreplay is me telling me stories about running into burning buildings and jumping into icy lakes and-" "I'm sorry wait remind me when is the last time you ran into or jumped over anything?" I laugh out loud.

"I embellish a little." "Oh. Noted." Me and Hen give each other looks.

"I'm telling you the uniform is a major aphrodisiac." "Clearly." "I'm wet already." I say sarcastically. I hear the truck coming back in.

"Here comes the walking red flag himself." I say leaning over the railing. He struts out. "HEY BUCKY!" I wave. He looks up shamefully. I chuckle. "Oh this gonna be good." I sit down and grab some spaghetti.

It's not that I don't like Buck, actually it is, he's a man whore. But he's walks around with a fuckin crown on his head like he's a go, damn, king. Bitch I'm the realest one here. Youngest firefighter in the 118 history. Also, the shortest standing at 5'1 but I put 5'5 on my resume.

It's mostly because my parents are both in the saving people game, which makes us a holy trinity. My moms a Medical Director and my dad a cop and retired FBI agent.

He dips his finger into the bowl. "BOY!" I punch his arm. "Owe!" "Whoa whoa whoa wash your hands I don't know where they've been." She scolds.

"Or who they've been in." I mutter. "What if we had a call?" "I was in the neighborhood. I was just uh getting it washed." He lies. "With what cu-" hen shoves spaghetti in my mouth.

I hum "goo a awa cap.(good as always cap.)" I hold up a thumbs up. "What'd you get the full detail." Chim asks. "Ya."

"Listen I like you you're a good firefighter." "I don't." I mutter.

"I know we got this thing you call me pops and I give you a hard time for being a dumbass kid. We went to a Springsteen concert together. But this is not a family. It's not a clubhouse. So I'm writing you up." He tells him.

"Come on. Bobby. See the fire put out the fire the rest is blah blah." "No the system and the rules are not arbitrary. First infraction. Two more. You're out. Wash your hands." He states. Me Chim and Hen lean in. "2 days." "A week." "3 days." We nod and lean back as they come back.