Chapter 2
“God, Stevie, how do you keep getting yourself into these messes?” Bucky’s voice was affectionate as she helped a bleeding Stevie up from where she sat against a brick wall.
“Oh, come on, Jamie! He was being a jerk, and deserved everything that came to him.” Stevie said, her honor seeping through.
“Yeah, everything that came to him by me.” Bucky said, “And what did I tell you about calling me Jamie? I’ve told you a thousand times: call me Bucky.” Her soft arm was warm as it wrapped itself protectively around Stevie’s shoulders, their dresses swishing as they walked out of the alleyway.
“C’mon, Bucky’s a boy name.” Stevie said, even though she knew she would always use it.
“Do I look like I care?” Bucky asked, her long, blonde hair getting in her face a little as her ruby lips grinned. Stevie smiled softly back up at her.
“Not really, jerk.” Stevie said, her voice soft as she continued to smile.
“We’ve gotta get you cleaned up, ya little punk. That’s all I really care about right now.” Bucky led Stevie’s small frame down the street.
“Why? Where we goin’ tonight?” Stevie asked, tripping on her own feet.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Bucky looked down to make eye contact with her smaller friend, “We’re going to the future. An’ you can’t be seen there in a dress as torn up as that.”
“Oh, that’s right, the expo. And hey! What’s wrong with my dress?” Stevie looked down at her dress: it was ripped badly and had a bit of blood on it from her fight. “Oh, I guess I kinda see your point.” She admitted reluctantly as they climbed the stairs to Stevie’s apartment.