Chapter 6
“Hey, Stevie, whatcha doin?” Bucky asked, leaning on the back of Stevie’s chair, peering over her small blonde head.
“God, buck!” Stevie cried, practically jumping out of her skin. She held her sketchbook against her chest in the desperate hope that Bucky hadn’t seen it. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“You drawin’, hon? Whatcha drawin’?” Bucky asked, coming around to the front of the chair.
“It’s not very good…” Stevie said, still holding her drawing against her chest.
“But what is it?!” Bucky begged, reaching forward to grab the sketchbook. Stevie snatched it away.
“None of your business, that’s what. Besides, I’m not doing it justice.”
“Fine, then. Don’t tell me. I’ll just sneak into your home in the middle of the night and steal your sketchbook.” Bucky said with a devilish smile.
“You wouldn’t.” Stevie said, almost gasping.
“Oh, but I would. It’s your fault anyway for givin’ me a key.” Bucky responded coolly, putting her hand on her hips and laughing.
“Jerk.” Stevie said.
“Punk.” Bucky giggled, picking Stevie up so she could sit down.
“Ahem!” Stevie said, disgruntled, as she was plopped on the floor in front of the chair.
Bucky just laughed harder. Stevie closed her sketchbook and placed it on the floor before climbing onto bucky’s lap.
“Wow!” Bucky taunted teasingly, “You’re so lightweight. How old are you, little girl, seven? Six?”
“Aw, c’mon, Buck!” Stevie protested.
“Relax, Stephanie Grace Rogers, I’m only kidding!” She enunciated Stevie’s name dramatically. Stevie elbowed her in the gut.
“Ow! Jeez, Stevie. I said I was kidding!” Bucky said, her voice going up to soprano from it’s usual alto.
“Alright alright, fine.” Stevie said, though she didn’t get up from Bucky’s lap.
“And, just to let you know, you have really sharp elbows. Must be ‘cause you’re so bony!” Bucky joked. Stevie elbowed her again. “Okay! Okay! I’ll stop!”
“Finally.” Stevie rolled her blue eyes and got off Bucky’s lap. She scooped up her sketchbook and sat in the chair opposite Bucky’s continuing her drawing of Bucky.