Awkward Girls Always Get The Guy (A Sebastian Stan Story) Book 1

Awkward Fanfiction

Dedicated to @XExpendableX, this is a little overdue but enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN 'THE HOST' OR THE QUOTES USED.

@VallyStan

Pages To My Heart

by @VallyStan

Why wouldn't he just drop the subject? Why was he persistantly quizing you on your whereabouts this week? Why was he so interested all of a sudden to know where you were at precisely ten o'clock last night?

"Why is it so important?!" you cried, exasperated by his behaviour.

He followed you around your two story house in the suburbs (yeah, a great place to move to when you're living with an argumentative ex-assassin), as you tried to continue with your chores for the day. Things like laundry, the dishes, trying not to break James Buchanan Barnes'  nose...

He  tried to get you to listen to him as you threw in his shirts into the washing machine, they were all white, you wondered if he would notice you adding the red lacy underwear he loved you wearing so much. It would serve him right to have pink shirts. Knowing him though, he would probably still look amazing in baby pink. "It's important because I have to know."

"Know what?"

"If you're seeing another man."

That made you drop your scarlet unmentionables. You turned slowly on your heels to face him, your mouth in an 'O' shape. "What did you just say?" you hated how you couldn't look at him properly in the eye, as Bucky was a few inches taller that you.

He didn't back away or say 'nevermind', even though you used your terrifying interrogation voice. "You heard me."

"You-you think that I'm seeing another man?!"

"What am I supposed to think, Jamie, you're always making excuses for why you're home late or staying over night somewhere."

You kicked the washing machine door closed with your foot, starting the cleaning cycle on it (Bucky's shirts would live to be white another day). "You're right," you crossed your arms across your chest, your gaze never leaving his. "I am seeing another man."

He hadn't expected that to be your answer. "What?!" his hands curled into fists, as he tried to contain his anger. Usually when he got this way, he'd storm out of the house and go to the gym to run a few miles on the treadmil but this time, he wanted to hear what you had to say.

"I'm seeing another man but it's not like it sounds. I'm visiting Loki in his cells."

Bucky didn't normally allow his emotions to show when he was arguing, only with this particular argument, he couldn't hide his shock. "What?" he repeated.

"You heard me." you mimicked his words.

"Why would you be-"

"SHIELD have placed Loki in a witness protection programme at their New York base, I'm in charge of helping him settle in."

The ex-assassin just continued to satre. "Why didn't you just tell me, Jamie."

"Witness Protection Programme, hello? No one is allowed to find out. He needs to stay hidden."

"Jamie, I'm-"

You couldn't even look at him because of how angry you were. "You know what, James, I don't kbow what I'm angry at more...you're dumb accusation or the way you asked me."

Before he could say anything else to offend you, you walked quickly through your home and out to your car, trying to remain calm and stop the tears from pouring down your cheeks.

XOX

When you hadn't returned home after four hours, Bucky was going out of his mind, contacting various people who you would have gone to in a crisis. He had spoken to Steve who hadn't see you at all but promised to call the rest of the Avengers to see if they had heard anything from you. He had even called SHIELD himself and had had to endure ninety minutes of  torturous amounts of questions, checking to see if he wasn't still in conact with HYDRA. In the end, they had used a tracking device known as 'Dope' to find out your exact whereabouts.

He knew where you were.

The book shop, your favourite place in the whole of the area. How had he forgotten? Starting the ignition of his motorbike (assuming that they have an ignition), Bucky rode out to the store called 'Molly's Book Shop' to try and find you.

When he had opened the door, a small bell and jingled, announcing his presence. The store itself was musty and the air inside was thick with dust. It's decor consisted of ancient and faded odenile green and saphire blue, brocade-esque wallpaper. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with cobwebbed-covered mahogany bookcases, filled to the brim with leather bound books, containing the most thrilling adventures.

He had wandered around for a while, finally finding you in the Sci-fi section, sitting on the scuffed carpet- that once may have been emerald green but was now fraying and discoloured- reading a book called 'The Host', a particular favourite of yours.

You had heard someone approaching you, lifting your head and pulling yourself away from the love triangle of a 'Soul' named 'Wanderer', you found your boyfriend standing a few feet away. Just by the expression his facial features wore, you knew that he was sorry and hoping for your forgiveness.

You hadn't refused that face yet.

You rose carefully from the floor, walking calmly towards him. Within minutes, you were wrapped in his arms with his lips upon yours, both of you reconciled and promising never to argue again. The balance of your crazy lives restored.

In the words of the characters themselves"

'"It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul.

"The strangest," he agreed.'