Twisted

2: Ball Proposal?

"Are you sure you're going to ask Sydney to go to ball with you?" Bucky gave me a funny look on his face. "Can you just at least explain why on earth? Do you even think she likes you back?" I winced at the question. Bucky just can't shut up his freaking mouth. "What if she doesn't remember you? And ball's like so many months away. You make it look like you're going for a reservation."

"I have to be the first one to ask her, okay?" I said and he chuckled.

"Why?"

"If I ask her on the day before the ball, don't you think she won't be taken already? She's too pretty, I won't be the only one who's going to invite her."

"Well she is pretty" he nodded, agreeing with what I just said. "I saw her the other day when I was at their house--"

"Wait. What the hell? What were you doing there?"

"I played with Emma, her sister" he said plainly and I recalled that she did have a sister who was a year older than Bucky.

He shook off the topic by saying, "I still don't think it's right to ask Sydney."

Oh Bucky. I wish he was old enough to know that desperate times really call for desperate measures. Sure, I was just about to ask a girl that I've always liked, considering the fact that I never actually got the chance to know her personally, maybe it's easier to say that I just want her to be my date. It's that simple. I don't need to complicate things for a 6 year old boy.

"Okay here's the thing" I let out a sigh out of annoyance. "Can you just continue with what you're doing because you're not getting anything done, buddy" I pointed at the blank white cardboard rested on the dining table.

He huffed as he purposely dragged his feet across the floor and I tossed him the box of coloring materials. "Why can't you just make me introduce you to Sydney" he said and added, "Properly."

I shrugged and chose to ignore him. I don't even know why I chose to ask help from my little brother to do something so important when I could've asked my friends for help.

I was lying on the couch while trying to look for creative ways to ask a girl to ball using my laptop when Bucky popped a question, "So, you think you can just knock on her door and ask her to dance when she doesn't even know you?"

"Actually she does know--" I stopped. "Or she remembers me--" I didn't know, so how was I supposed to assume. "Probably" I added.

"Technically, she doesn't remember you. Accept it" Bucky's face expression annoyed me so much.

"Technically," I mocked him. "You were only 2 so you don't remember anything."

"It's been 4 years! Move one, brother!"

"Bucky, can you--" I stopped and glared at him instead, knowing that he was so sensitive that if I only say one word, he would definitely get mom to cut off my credit card and ground me for days...or weeks...or months.

"I was just saying" he protested, putting his arms up, "Introduce yourself first, you creep. I'll help you out through Emma."

I grabbed the pillow just behind my head and didn't hesitate to throw it to him. "Shut up and do your work" he jerked away and I cackled.

Out of nowhere, the door opened and a familiar voice of a girl said, "Throwing pillows at your smart ass of a brother won't make you any less of a creep."

I smirked when I saw Quinn behind the front door. I got up and gave her a friendly hug.

"Wait, did she just call me an ass?" Bucky's smile instantly faded and he ran to the telephone beside dad's office table. Quinn and I both chuckled.