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BEST TEARS

CHAPTER 1

it was a warm and sunny late august afternoon when bucky was riding his bike and almost got run off the road by a fucking moving truck.

the driver was an ugly old man in a frankly stereotypically ugly hat. bucky sped up his cycling and flipped him the fuck off. as the truck drove off he noticed something else. from the trailer attached to the back of the truck were peeking out two huge electric blue eyes. those eyes were logically attached to a face and that face was attached to a head which was sprouting locks of short sandy blonde hair. bucky and the boy looked at each other. the truck moved by and the moment passed. bucky got off his bike on the side of the road and scoffed.

…

“evening ma” bucky said as he entered through the wooden door, the quickly setting sun behind him.

“evening bucky” his mum said in her usual soft singsong voice. “what were you doing out for so long sweatheart?”

“just cycling around a bit”

“seen anything interesting?” she asked with a smile

“no” bucky lied. in truth he couldnt stop wondering about the sandy haired boy in the moving truck.

“hm” his mum mused. “heading down to the fair tonight?”

“i dont know” bucky said truthfully “i was thinking about resting a bit until school starts”

“well youre only young once!” his mum scolded “you have the whole weekend to rest”

bucky laughed. for a moment it felt like he was an old man and she was the teenager “i might go” he said smiling.

…

bucky was standing on the pier, nursing a cup of spiked apple cider surrounded by his friends, looking across the crowd at a patch of sandy hair.

“james!” his friend yelled slamming a heavy hand on his shoulder “what do you think about that hottie over here?”

bucky stammered until he realized his friend was pointing at a slim redhead girl standing on the edge of the pier looking over the dark lake. “yeah shes alright i guess” is all bucky had to say to that.

“man we really need to get you a girlfriend. you really cant keep brooding all the time” his other friend said.

“yeah maybe” bucky responded “gotta go piss. see yall later” he said as he started to move through the crowd.

…

he was starting to feel a bit tipsy as he sat on the edge of the pier legs dangling over the water as he watched the moon reflecting on the surface. he was always a goddamn lightweight.

steve was scrawny and small but he could somehow always outdrink him. hed be laughing at him now.

“dont jump!” yelled an unfamiliar voice. bucky looked quizzically at the source.

“relax im joking. unless you are like really depressed in which case im one hundred percent serious” said the figure.

it was the blonde from the trailer. the blonde from the fair. his voice was surprisingly smooth and kinda deep without being too rough. a kind of voice you could melt into.

bucky blushed “i wasnt gonna jump”

“okay” said the boy before sitting down. a beat “im clint”

he smiled “bucky”

they spent some time sitting side by side at the pier until it was time to go. they nodded at each other and went their separate ways.

…

the rest of the weekend was unremarkable. he spent most of it laying in bed and ignoring his friends, sometimes leaving his bedroom to go help his mum with housework. sooner than later it was monday and it was time to go back to school. yipee.

he relucantly got up left his room and went through the short hallway to the bathroom. he closed the door and looked in the mirror and for a moment the person he saw in the mirror wasnt himself. the moment was like any other, it passed, and he got down to bussines getting ready.

…

the air felt like steam as he walked through the doors of the school. he was met with the bustling hallway as kids got ready for the first class of the day, their voices subdued and heavy with sleep on account of it being 7:45am. he himself felt sluggish and weighted down.

he stopped by his locker before heading to class. none of his friends would get there before at least second period so he had some peace until then. he opened his locker and looked at the pictures he had put up of him and a short and slim blonde haired boy. he took them down and stashed them at the bottom of the locker. he quickly grabbed a book, slammed the locker shut and headed to class.

…

he sat down at his desk in silence and waited for class to start. the bell rang and his teacher came through the door. bucky only half-listened to her welcome them back and explain what they were doing this semester. he noticed he brought the wrong book to class. huh.

twenty five minutes into the class another figure entered through the classroom door. it was the sandy haired boy, hair messy and dressed in a flannel way too big for him, seemingly completely unbothered by being almost half an hour late. he unapologetically apologized and the teacher half-heartedly scolded him before letting him sit down. the only free spot was next to bucky and he quickly plopped himself down into the seat. bucky and he nodded at each other in acknowledgement.

bucky couldnt focus. not only could he not stop wondering about the sandy haired boy, but clint could not stop talking. every time the teacher made any point he just had to make a joke about it to bucky like he would die if he stopped talking. frankly it was endearing.

sooner than later the bell rang to signal the end of class. clint stood up but bicky was still down in his seat, sluggish.

“coming?” clint asked.

“yeah” bucky replied standing up still slowed down as if pushed down by an invisible force.

“wanna skip” clint said with an almost apologetic face.

the next class was math. “yeah” bucky repeated.

“awesome”

…

they were sitting on the bleachers, summer heat still hanging in the air. clint lit up a cigarette. they sat quietly for a while.

clint turned towards him. “whats your deal?”

“huh?” bucky said noticing clints eyes looking at him carefully as if trying to read his soul.

“you seem depressed” he deadpanned taking a drag of his cigarette.

“not depressed. just… lost in thought” it was the truth. bucky couldnt stop thinking about a certain blonde haired boy he used to know.

“about what?” clint asked tenderly.

“its not important” he managed to get out.

“it is if its bothering you” clint looked so sincere it made him sick.

“its not” he spat back. clint deflated. he looked away from bucky and at the vast and empty football field. he took another drag.

they stayed silent for a while after that.

“what’d ya think’s for lunch?” clint asked suddenly.

…

suddenly it was the end of the school day and bucky and bucky felt like he floated through it. he didnt have any more classes with clint but his friends accosted him any chance they got. he was to tired to think of an excuse to get away.

he had football practice after school but he opted for smoking another cigarette with clint under the bleachers. well… watching clint smoke a cigarette. he was kinda tempted to try cigarettes what with his current mood but felt guilty at the thought of spending his mothers hard earned money on a pack. and he sure as hell wasnt going to mooch of clint for one.

clint noticed him eyeing his cigarette. “want one?” he asked.

“nah im good”

“suit yourself” clint said taking a drag.

…

“its a shame you werent feeling up to it. i wouldve loved to see you play” clint said at one point, smirking. bucky scolded himself internally for blushing.

…

bucky got home and went straight to bed, this time thinking of not one but two blondes.

END OF CHAPTER ONE FUCKING FINALLY

#winterhawk #fanfic #high school au #clint barton #bucky barnes

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