Well...Alright | Buddy Holly

Buddy (B.H)

BUDDY'S Point Of View

March 18th, 1959. Lubbock Hospital

The nerve of these goddamn people that I call my in-laws!

WE WILL HAVE CHILDREN WHEN WE ARE READY. SIMPLE. CONCEPT.

JESUS CHRIST GIVE ME STRENGTH.

I smile politely. "See y'all later." I wasn't raised to be rude to my in-laws, no matter how much they piss me off.

"Why are they like that? Why do they undermine me all the time?" Violet sighs.

I frown. "Aw, doll. They have no idea what you do everyday. They could never do what you do." I automatically wrap my arm around her waist.

Vi rolls her eyes. "I forgot how rude they are to me. They still don't like me."

"I like you, doll." I coo.

"Why does everyone think that when we have kids is their business?"

"It's dumb. We ain't ready. Simple." I reply.

"I'm sorry about them, really. They're rude."

"Hey, it's okay doll." I unwrap myself from her and just grab her hand. "I knew what I was gettin' into."

"You did?" She intertwines her fingers in mine.

"I mean, I got the jest when I asked your dad if I could marry you." I laugh. "He basically begged me to."

"Yeah, suuuuure Buddy."

"Well, didn't beg persaaaaaaay."

May 10th, 1956. 4:55 pm, The Winter Household

"You wanted to talk, Charles?" Mr. Winter asks, sitting on the couch across from me. Mr. Winter and his father are the only ones to call me Charles.

"So, in regards t'Violet," I start to say. I can practically feel my heart stop.

"What about her?"

"I was plannin' on askin' her t'marry me. Are you okay with that?"

His face goes blank. "Oh."

I freeze. "What?"

"You absolutely have my blessing." He says after a minute. "Please do marry her."

I grin. "Really?!"

He nods. "You two are made for eachother. How are you going to propose?"

I don't think I should say that we're already secretly engaged.

"Uh, at a dinner, I guess. What do you think?"

"Perfect!" Mr. Winter smiles. "Mrs. Violet Holley, yeah?"

I nod. "Hopefully she'll say yes."

"She will. I appricate that you asked me. I always imagined her with some sleezbag, honestly. She's attracted to that type."

I shrug. "Nah."

"Please just take her." He mumbles.

"Of course."

I start to stand up. "Oh, and son,"

I turn around. "I respect your and Vi's privacy, but are you being safe?"

My face goes hot. "Uh,"

"Sexually, I mean"

I awkwardly nod. What makes him think it's okay to just ask me that? It's bizarre! Aren't we entitled to privacy?