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ohnofeelings2013-06-18 03:09 am
couldntreach) wrote in ohnofeelings2013-06-18 03:09 am
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Get up now, Get up, Get up now
It was the quiet thrashing of restless sleep that woke Bucky from his dreams to look over to Steve's bed. They had only moved out of the orphanage a month ago, and they had been able to fit a small couch and a twin mattress into the apartment, shoved in one corner to make up their beds. Steve was taking art classes, Bucky had enrolled in one, but he wasn't there anymore, working a factory job some pretty crazy hours.
They made do, and they were surviving on their own, with their own routines, so wrapped around one another that Bucky could hold out a coffee cup without looking just as Steve walked by. They only had two. One was chipped and had to be re-glued after every other wash. The other was swiped from an office Bucky had had an interview at once. Johnson's and Sons, it said. Steve tried to get him to return it once but Bucky had made a convincing argument about the cons of one coffee cup between the pair of them. It was bad enough they only had the one spoon left.
Bucky insisted Steve take the mattress when they got them. They had an arrangement where they were supposed to swap, but Bucky made sure to complain for four days straight that the mattress hurt his back. It was better for Steve than the couch, and further from the window and the dust that got kicked up there. Steve had always tried to hide the way it made his asthma kick up.
Bucky was never fooled.
"Hey, Stev-o, wake up."
His voice was soft as he slid off the couch, his hand going to Steve's shoulder for a gentle shake. It left him kneeling over Steve to avoid accidentally shoving a knee into his ribs.
They made do, and they were surviving on their own, with their own routines, so wrapped around one another that Bucky could hold out a coffee cup without looking just as Steve walked by. They only had two. One was chipped and had to be re-glued after every other wash. The other was swiped from an office Bucky had had an interview at once. Johnson's and Sons, it said. Steve tried to get him to return it once but Bucky had made a convincing argument about the cons of one coffee cup between the pair of them. It was bad enough they only had the one spoon left.
Bucky insisted Steve take the mattress when they got them. They had an arrangement where they were supposed to swap, but Bucky made sure to complain for four days straight that the mattress hurt his back. It was better for Steve than the couch, and further from the window and the dust that got kicked up there. Steve had always tried to hide the way it made his asthma kick up.
Bucky was never fooled.
"Hey, Stev-o, wake up."
His voice was soft as he slid off the couch, his hand going to Steve's shoulder for a gentle shake. It left him kneeling over Steve to avoid accidentally shoving a knee into his ribs.
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"I was thinkin... We should play hooky tomorrow. We haven't spent a day goofing off in a while. Rent's paid. We could call in sick."