Inspired By Taylor Swift Series

Timeless - Part 2: School Lovers

"There was one of a teenage couple in a driveway, holding hands on the way to a dance..."

"Rebecca..." Bucky deeply sighs, resting his head against the metal bleacher behind him, "Please, I don't wanna hear this anymore."

"I'm just sayin'. I've never seen you this torn up about a girl. It's a sign."

Bucky squints as he stares up at the sky, groaning at his little sister, "A sign, Becca?"

"It is," Rebecca insists. "Your heart knows before your brain does."

Bucky lifts his head up slightly, with the sole purpose of glaring at Rebecca, "You need to stop reading all that romance, it's rotting your brain from the inside out."

Rebecca lightly smacks him her chosen book of the week, "Maybe you should pick up a book or two. I'm tellin' you, a girl like that isn't gonna wait forever, Bucky. You mark my words."

"Bucky! Bucky! Bucky!" Steve's voice bellows down the field, cutting through the track field as fast as his asthmatic lungs will allow him to.

"Jesus, Steve," Bucky's eyes blow wide as Steve comes to a screeching halt in front of him and Rebecca. "What happened to you?"

Steve doubles over at the very bottom of the bleachers, one hand on his knee as he tries to catch his breath, the other holding up a finger at Bucky and Rebecca. He wheezes, his breath still ragged, "The dance- it's the dance."

Bucky slides off of his seat, stepping down the bleachers, he pats Steve on the back, "Settle down, Steve. You're gonna give yourself an asthma attack."

"You're never gonna," Steve tries to speak in between pants, "Believe... it."

"Breathe, Steve," Bucky admonishes. "Where's your inhaler?"

Steve pulls the inhaler out of his pants pocket, taking a large puff of it before attempting to speak again.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow, equally amused and concerned at his friend's antics, "Better?"

"Someone asked her to the dance, Buck!" Steve rushes out.

"What? Who?" Bucky questions with wide, frantic eyes.

"The girl, Bucky, the girl you've had a massive crush on forever-"

Bucky frowns, cutting Steve off before he can embarrass him anymore, "I meant who asked her."

"Oh..." Steve sheepishly chuckles, his hands lifted above his head, "John asked her."

"John? Which John? John M.?" Rebecca frantically asks. "John B.? John L.?"

"John W."

"No," Rebecca gasps in horror. She turns to her brother with a remorseful smile and a consolation pat on the back, "Sorry, Buck. I tried warning you."

"She told him no."

"What? But he's so-" Rebecca begins to swoon, only for Bucky to cut her off with a glare over his shoulder. She shakes her head, quickly backtracking, "I mean, he's so ugly, so short, plus all that time he plays football, who would want that? No one in their right mind would go out with the school quarterback."

"Nice save," Steve quips.

Rebecca's hands settle on her hips with a huff and a sharp glare at Steve, "Shut up, Steve."

"Anyway, my lab partner heard it from her friend who heard it her best friend that heard it from her lab partner that she said she was waiting for someone else to ask her to the dance."

"What?" Bucky exhales.

"She's waiting for you to ask her, you idiot!" Rebecca excitedly shouts.

"Language, Rebecca!" Steve chastises.