The light buzzed quietly above his head as James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes entered the dimly lit coffee shop. Music floated quietly through the air as he walked slowly towards the counter. His boots thudded against the wooden floor, making only slight noise, but enough to alert the cashier of someone approaching. The first thing Bucky noticed about the cashier was the shocking blue of his eyes. As they made eye contact, Bucky smirked at the cute cashier who, upon reading his name tag, learnt his name was Steve.

"What can I get for you today, sir?" His voice was soft and slightly high, surprising Bucky slightly. The opposite of his low, raspy voice.

"Just an ordinary black coffee, to go," Steve nodded and picked up a cup.

"Name?"

"Name's Bucky, but you can call me tonight," A chuckled left the cashier's mouth as the long-haired teen winked at him.

While waiting for his coffee, Bucky sat down in a single seater couch. The couch was coloured an ugly brown, but it matched all the other couches situated throughout the room. His eyes skimmed the quiet coffee shop once before pulling out his writing notepad. Despite the clean cover, this book was full almost to the brim with short stories, poems, novel ideas, and anything related to this, due to the fact that Bucky spent his whole life wanting to be a writer. Whenever he'd get inspired, he'd write down his thoughts in whatever journal he had at the time. This was the thirteenth journal he'd gone through in the three years since he'd turned 16.

Bucky's name was called, snapping him out of his trance. He took long strides towards to counter, confidence radiating off him. Steve stood there, almost awestruck by the taller male. Swiftly, Bucky grabbed the steaming coffee cup out of his hand. He muttered a thanks, a smirk resting on his rosy lips, before turning and heading out the door, towards his college campus.

The first thing Steve did when his shift ended was call Natasha, his best friend. Natasha was a loud, slightly annoying red-head, although Steve had grown to put up with her noisiness, and eccentric behaviour. They'd been best friends since they were thirteen.

Steve walked through the halls, head facing the floor. Homophobic slurs were being thrown his way, despite still being in the closet. He was used to this, although they never reverted to violence until this day. He'd just arrived at his locker when a hand pulled against his bag. Mentally, he groaned.

"What do you think you're doing, fag?" The bigger bully smirked at the younger teen. Steve stood silently, not wanting to upset the guy. Although, this seemed to upset him more. "Answer me!" He yells, before delivering a swift blow to Steve's stomach. He folds over groaning in pain, but before the bully can get any more punches in, a voice sounded out.

"Hey! Leave him alone, pick on someone your own size!" Steve looked up, afraid of who it could be. He was taken back by the red of the girls hair, and the feisty look on her face.

"What you gon' do about it?"The bully bit back. She slapped him, in response to his question. His face is shocked, and it was evident on his face that he didn't expect a girl so small to pack such a hard slap. A red mark began to appear on his face, in the shape of her hand. Before anybody can say anything else, the bully scurried off, leaving poor Steve on the floor. The red-head extended her hand out to Steve, helping him up.

"I'm Natasha, I'm new here," She smiled softly at him.

"Hey, I'm Steve. Thank you for that, by the way, no one every helps me."

"I figured by the fact that everyone walked past you... it's okay, though, I'm here now," She grinned, her smile taking up almost her whole face.

From that day on they were inseparable.

Natasha answered her phone on the second ring.

"What's up, Stevie?"

"Hey Nat, I have something really exciting to tell you!" Steve then proceeded to explain to the red-head about the incident that went on in the coffee shop. About the cute guy with the bright blue eyes and long hair. How he, despite not knowing him, flirted with him. Natasha, once hearing the whole story, squealed loud enough for Steve to pull the phone away from his hair.

"Aw, Steve! He was totally into you! What was his name?"

"His name was Bucky... and he totally wasn't into me, he probably flirts with everyone," At this, Natasha scoffed.

"Okay stud, whatever you say. Hey, here's an idea, let me come into work with you tomorrow, I'll tell you if he flirts with you."

"Don't you have school?"

"It's Saturday, Stevie. You'd know that if you didn't drop out," Steve chuckled humourlessly, sick of all the digs she took at him for dropping out of high school with one year left.

"Yeah, yeah... anyway, he might not even come tomorrow, this was his first time coming in."

"Just in case, you know?"

"Sure thing then, I'll pick you up on my way to work. I'm going to go sleep or something now, it's late. Night Nat, see you tomorrow."

"Bye Stevie, can't wait to meet your mystery man," Steve could almost hear the smirk that rested on Natasha's lips. He hung up his cell phone, placing it on the bedside table.

Steve tried for almost two hours to sleep, only to have it disturbed by thoughts of Bucky. He was cute, that's for sure. Instead of trying to fall asleep, Steve decided to take advantage of the sleeplessness and draw. After three hours of non-stop drawing, Steve looked down at his pencil drawing only to see the same face taking over his mind. He let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing himself down on his bed.

Why am I being like this? I only just met the guy...