𝗕𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

You're Pretty ²

SONG REQUEST FOR THIS CHAPTER: I <3 U by BOY PABLO

920 Words

He picked me up on time. A bouquet of flowers and a kiss on the cheek. Dressed in a leather jacket, dark blue jeans, a white shirt, he held my hand as he gave me a helmet and helped me onto the back of his bike. One of the many reasons why I love motorcycles is because it gives me an excuse to wrap my arms around the driver's waist and hold them as they drive us.

He drove us down a windy road in the early afternoon on a Saturday. He stopped the bike beside a tree, where he placed a blanket on the grass, in front of the park's scenery, and pulled a basket out the back of his bike. It was sweet and exactly what he told me he would do.

A spread of different foods and drinks were scattered on the blanket around us. Chocolate covered strawberries, ice tea, sour patch kids, and a large yellow bag that brought a smile to my face. "You got them."

"I told you I would."

We started off with small talk. Since he never interacted with anyone around school, we had a lot to get to know about each other. I learned that he liked history class, and hated anything to do with Geography. And although he struggled with it, he loved learning everything about the war. He told me all about his little sister, Rebecca, who would be joining High School the year we graduate, and that he sees Steve Rogers as a brother. Even though they went to different schools originally, they always stayed in contact ever since they met in the 2nd grade.

Since he already knew my favourite snack, he had the advantage. I told him about my favourite books and recommended a few to him. I said that I always wanted a younger sibling and to be the older sister that they would look up to. We talked friend groups and realised that I knew a few of his friends from his old school from parties I've gone to. When we finished the small talk, we played a game of 20 questions.

"Okay," I brush a few crumbs off my hands. "Sunrise or sunset?"

He bites his bottom lip as he thinks. "Sunrise."

"Really? I hate waking up in the morning. I much prefer falling asleep."

"Yeah," He chuckles. "But, sunrises remind me of you."

I'm stunned. "Why?"

"I would always see you early on a Wednesday morning, coming out the Library and sit on the bench outside the gym when I had swim practice." He smiles. "I was always too scared to say anything to you, and you would always be reading a book until your first period, but I would always get mesmerised by the way the sun from the window would make your eyes sparkle. It's the most beautiful thing."

"I-" I don't know what to say. What do you say to that? Thank you? Kiss me? "Bucky-"

"Was that too forward?" He chews his nails nervously.

"No," I shake my head. "I'm just speechless. No one's ever said anything like that to me before."

"They should. Your eyes are beautiful." He smiles. "Alright, next question, showers or baths?"

We kept talking until the sun started to slowly fall. I tried to help him clean up, but he kept ushering me away. What a gentleman. I don't know why I never said anything to him before. I've always harboured a little crush on him. He was the quiet kid at the back of the class, but you knew he was a good guy underneath all the nervous ticks and blabbering speeches. I guess I was always scared that I would be rejected too. I'm just glad he word vomited and accidentally told me he liked me as well.

He drove me back to my house, this time with my arms wrapped tighter around his waist and I placed my chin on his shoulder, his head occasionally turning to look at me. As we rode down the street, I couldn't get his description of my eyes out my head. It's the most sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. When he pulled up on my driveway, much later in the evening, he does as he promised and walked me to my door. But, I finally got the courage to do something I've wanted to do since he picked me up all those hours ago.

"Thank you for today." I smile. "I had an amazing time."

"I'm glad. I really enjoyed myself too."

Before I could talk myself out of it, I lightly pressed my lips to his. He didn't kiss me back at first, and I almost regretted my decision, thinking I pressured him into something he wasn't ready for, but when he held my face and kissed me harder, I relaxed against his lips. It feels amazing. I would be lying if I said I didn't imagine what it would feel like to kiss him. And the real thing is better than any imaginary scenario I created in my head.

He pulled himself from my lips. "That wasn't apart of the original plan. I was supposed to make sure you got inside safely."

"I thought I'd go off track." I chuckle. "You can watch me get inside safely after you kissed me."

"I wanna kiss you again." He admits.

"You'll have to wait for the second date, won't you?"

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