THE AMERICAN DREAM

1.11▫︎ APRIL, 1934 ↦ BUCKY

Bucky continued to knock on Steve's door. "Come on, bud," he begged. "They're not just pretty girls, they're rich pretty girls."

"Yeah and I'll bet I know what you told them about me!" Steve said through his shut door.

"I told them you're great!" Bucky exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"That's what you always say. And you always, conveniently leave out the fact that I am not 6 feet of boxer slash baseball player with dreamy eyes and a good sense of humor!" Steve complained. Buck sighed exasperatedly, running his hand through his dark hair.

"Steve, I think you have very dreamy eyes. Now let's go. Coney Island. Good, fattening food. Dangerous rides. The company of two very beautiful women. A cool, summer night! What could go wrong, pal! Let's go!" Bucky convinced, slapping Steve's bedroom door.

"How did you get in here? I locked the door and moved the key," Steve grumbled.

"Sarah gave me a spare. She figured that I'd need to get in when you decide to be a stubborn asshole."

"You told Mom?" Steve groaned.

Bucky chuckled. "Yeah, I saw her on the way to work."

Steve sighed. "Fine. Give me a minute."

"See!" Bucky exclaimed. "I knew you'd come through! No one wants to be at the house on a beautiful Saturday night like this."

Steve opened the door to reveal a look that screamed: "I want to kill you, then myself."

Bucky laughed and threw his arm around Steve. "We are going to have a great night, pal. These are great girls I tell ya."

"Where did you meet them?" Steve asked.

"At the museum."

Steve's nose scrunched in confusion. "The museum? What were you doing at the museum?"

"Looking for classy ladies," Bucky revealed. "Names are Katherine and Wilma. Both live in Manhattan."

Steve sighed. "We're meeting them at Coney Island, right?" Steve asked, hoping they wouldn't have to ride the train all the way into Manhattan.

"We're meeting them at the train station," Bucky told him. "We're not going to Manhattan."

"Thank God," Steve said under his breath.

Bucky slapped his back. "Come on, your gonna have fun!"

Steve's lips formed a straight line. "Let me get my wallet."

"Alright," Bucky said, not waiting for him. He went ahead and stepped outside, and lit a cigarette. Steve came through momentarily.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, sure, pal," Steve answered. Bucky nodded and took another drag on his cigarette as they walked down the concrete pathway from Sarah Rogers' apartment. Bucky dropped the butt in the trash can and sighed.

"This is gonna be a good day."

Steve couldn't help but catch a bit of Bucky's infectious good mood.

They walked to the train station where the girls would be getting off. It takes longer for them to step off. And they were very beautiful. The taller one wore a pale blue dress with yellow trim. She had red hair and blue eyes, but something about the way she searched the crowd and the way she held herself caught Bucky's attention. She was rigid and look down upon everyone. He hoped he noticed wrong. She seems to be a hoot at the museum. That was Katherine Carlisle. His date.

The girl with her was just beautiful. She was shorter and curvier. She had black hair and soft eyes and she wore an excited smile.

"Katherine!" Bucky called, raising his hand. He jogged toward them, pulling Steve behind.