This Should Make A Terrible Story

Meet Me by Sunset

We stopped outside the pool, in time for the sunset.

"Why don't we go to the poolside?" She asked.

"The walls surrounding it would just block the view." I answered.

"Or you just didn't want to leave your Nightcycle, Grayson."

"Hey, I'm confused. Am I a Bucky or a Nightwing? You keep switching."

"You're the best of both, love."

"Yeah, I know I am."

"..."

Wow. Finally, it was my turn to play confident and her turn to play ladylike Princess.

A few seconds passed before the sky gradually turned visibly red and the sun decided to descend.

"Well?"

"It's beautiful." She said.

Not as beautiful as you, love.

"Buuut, not as beautiful as me."

Damn she's sexy.

"You okay?"

Wait, could she read my thoughts this whole time?

"Dude, your speakers were on. Yes. Your mouth. It was running." She said.

Well now I was just embarrassed.

"I like the sunset, especially in the summer. In reminds me of this show I used to watch." I said.

"Is it the OC?" She asked.

"No way. No freaking way. Not possible." I said.

"Guess there's another one on the list." She remarked.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"..."

"..."

"Hey, um... what? Oh no, you go first." We said, upon trying to break the ice.

"You go, Miss J."

"Is that your Aunt you live with?"

"No, um. Cousin." I said.

"Huh. You live alone with your cousin."

"Pretty much. Philantropist Vice President of VertexCorp."

"And how old is she?" She asked.

"Thirty-Two. Sixteen years older than me."

"Huh. Quite the achievement." She said. Toldja.

"How bout your parents?"

"Died when I was young in a Car Crash. Sue's parents, Aunt Lily and Uncle Todd died later. Glad she took me in."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." She said.

"No, it's fine, really. Got over it."

"How about you? What did you wanna say?

"You live with your butler?"

"Yeah. Not an Orphan though, not what you might think. My mum left me as a child, said she weren't ready. Dad died when I was two. My uncle adopted me, he's the CEO of an International company, Lark Industries."

"Oh. What's your Uncle's name?"

"Uncle Bertram."

"Why isn't he with you?"

"He's busy as all hell. He gave me the house to teach me to be independent. However, he's taking care of the bills and the taxes. If you ask me, he sent me away just so he could have more One night stands in his house upstate."

I couldn't help but chuckle there.

"He hired Alfred to watch over me. At least there's company in the house. Someone to manage the help."

"Cool."

"Today was fun, Bucky." She suddenly blurted.

"It's been a while since I knew what that word meant." I said.

"Yeah, me too. Til you literally knocked on my door this morning. I hadn't laughed like that in a while."

"Really?" I asked, intrigued.

"Yeah."

"My world was gray before you came. I actually had no plans for the day, for the summer, or for my life, really. You know, the joys of being a loner. Thanks for being my new best friend. Thanks for bringing color to my life. Thanks for coming into my life. Thanks, Jessica. For Everything."

"Well, you came into mine. Literally knocked on my door. This morning. So thank you. For being my new best friend."

"I suppose we bump our melon cups like jackasses now?" I said.

"You don't have melon cups. You can cup my melons with your hands anytime, I won't mind. Hehe."

"God, just, woman, just."

Thus, a toast for friendship.

"And with your lovely tour coming to an end bucky, c'mere, give me your phone."

I quickly reached into my pockets and handed it over for her to type in her number.

"Quick selfie." She said, and we took one of us sipping our Willy Shakes using her phone.

I could see her transferring the photo to mine and then setting it as her contact photo.

"Quick test," she said as she pressed her phone.

The Piña Colada song.

Call From:
Captivating Miss J

"Oh, you had to." I said.

"Lookie," She replied, showing me her phone

Dialing... My Adorkable Bucky

"Great. I'll text ya."

"Yeah, I know you will. Now, let's go home, and hit me with another dose of AC/DC, Bucky."

"Yes, Miss J." I said, not in a Harley voice kinda way, but my voice.

Our helmets on, the engine started, the Cups in the holders, and I clicked play for the track TNT.

And the starting riffs played.

"Oh, you had to." She said, noticing the pun in the first line of the song as we rocked along.