April 3, 1940
Bucky pulled Steve to their seats on the other side of the room. He dragged his easel over to Steve's to make a barrier between them and the girl. He punched Steve in the shoulder. "What was all that?" he whispered, gesturing between Steve and the general direction of Lucille's spot across the room.
"What are you talking about, Buck?" Steve rubbed his arm and then adjusted the canvas on his easel.
"What am I - You! Her! Talking!"
Steve shrugged. "She seemed -" Bucky waved his hands wildly in front of Steve's face, motioning for Steve to lower his voice. Steve rolled his eyes but complied. "She seemed nice. Besides, she started talking to me first."
Bucky buried his face in his hands and groaned quietly. "The prettiest girl in the world and she takes a liking to you!"
Steve ignored his melancholy best friend's unintentional insult and carried on with mixing his paint. "You know, Buck, she was just teasing you. Even I could see that."
Bucky slowly removed his head from his hands. "How do you know that?" He whispered, daring to hope.
"What girl is ever interested in me?" Steve smiled.
Normally, Steve's self-deprecating habits annoyed him, because Bucky knew Steve was so much better than he allowed himself to think. But this one time, he let himself get cheered up by it. "Do you… do you think you could do me a huge favor after class?"
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Hello again! It's been a while, and I still get the occasional review that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'm so happy with the response you all have given this story. This short little scene comes in the middle of the very first chapter. Reviewer VectorPrime155 asked, "Can you write the conversation between Steve and Bucky? I want to know what they said behind the easels." I hope you like it, dear! I am more than happy to take scene requests! I may not get them out very quickly, and they may be quite short like this one, but I promise they'll eventually get posted. Until next time, happy reading! Love.