Lost Bucky

Whats love?

It was always late at night when Bucky would wonder around the city. A hoodie pulled over his head and hands jammed into his pant pockets. It was almost always a daily routine for him. On nights like these he would go searching for something that he never quite understood, something he never quite experienced. It was love. All he ever had were a bunch of one night stands with men and woman who he had thought would love him. All he ever got in the end was a door slammed in his face. He was truly desperate for love.

/Maybe tonight will be the night. I won't give up./

A small group of young men and woman stood in a small circle outside next to bar that was usually bustling with people. They were out having a smoke, and from what Bucky could smell- it was pot. Bucky decided to check out what they were up to, they looked like they were having a good time, from what he could see. He was never good with talking with people, but hey a guys gotta try. So he made his way to the small group.

"Hey, You guys seem like you're having a good time." Bucky approaches, with a awkward smile.

The people before him all turn their heads to look at him. One of them, a girl with firing red hair raises a eyebrow and grunts. Bucky bites his lip, his anxiety kicking in.

/can't you see you're nothing but a freak/

"I guess you could say that." A guy next to him says. Bucky could smell the mans breath, which reeked of alcohol and tried not to gag.

"Do you guys have big plans tonight?" Bucky asks, hoping he could find something to do, rather then just get drunk at the bar all alone.

"Yeah, we're gonna get fuckin' wasted!" A man across Bucky shouts while pumping his fist in the air while stumbling over. A few people laugh , while Bucky nervously chuckles and looks around. He feels awkward, considering he's probably the only one sober. The only thing that makes him feel outgoing is when he is drunk, and at the moment he feels like a fruit. Maybe right now isn't the best time to be looking for new "friends"

"Heh, well I'm sure you're all going to have a great time, I better get headed inside the bar, see Ya." Bucky says and quickly turns around then starts to walk away from the group. Feeling nothing but like a weirdo made him want to get nothing but drunk. But before he could get far someone yanked back his hoodie. Revealing his handsome features. Bucky turns his body to the group of people and slightly frowns. The one who pulled back his hoodie was the guy with the smelly alcohol breath.

"Yes?" Bucky asks, wondering what the guy wanted.

"Say, why don't you hang with us for a bit?" The man says while hanging onto buckys shoulder. "It'll be fun~"

"Oh, well I-I'm not sure..." Says Bucky looking down at the ground, he felt really lame around these people. The red head chick for some reason made him feel small, and reminded him of his abusive mother.

"come onnn~ it'll be fun I promise." The man pleads lifting up buckys chin, giving him a fox like grin.

"If you say so, but I'm kinda boring...though let me warn you I'm kinda hard to get drunk." Though it was a lie about him getting hard to drunk, he was a light weight.

"Haha, well alright then. Well come and follow me I have something awesome to show you. " The man then grabs ahold of buckys wrist and takes him out to a parking lot. He hears the people behind him start to snicker.

"Look dude, if your talking about snorting coke type of awesome then no thanks, I ain't into that sort of life."

"Heh, it's way better then that shit, now hurry and get in car." The man stops in front of a car.