Bucky ran a hand through his hair one last time before he knocked on your door and leaned back on his crutches. He smiled as you opened the door. You eyed him for a second before quirking a brow.

"May I help you?"

Bucky ran his tongue over his bottom lip before smiling. "More like I'm helping you. I, um, I got you something."

He shoved his hand into his pocket pulled out a lanyard with a laminated card attached to it. Holding it out to you, he tried to gauge your reaction.

"It's an all-season pass. I figured you might like one. The players get one to give to someone every year." He shrugs as you take it from him.

"Thanks. Wh-who do you usually give it to?" You asked fiddling with the pass.

Pink crept up his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, most of the guys give it to their girlfriends, but I never really had one. You're, uh, you're the first person I've ever given one to."

"Oh. Wow, okay." You said pocketing the lanyard. "I really appreciate it."

Bucky steadied himself on his crutches. "Yeah, I just wanted to give you a little somethin' for helping me in math. I know I'm not always the easiest."

You nodded your head slowly. "Okay...what do you really want?"

Bucky cursed quietly under his breath. "Alright, you caught me. There's a hockey team bake sale and my sister usually helps me, but she's swamped with high school exams and stuff. So, I was wondering if you could help me out? Please?"

"So, the season pass was a bribe?"

He shook his head quickly. "N-no. I really did want to give that to you for helping me. In exchange for helping me with the bake sale, I wanted to take you out on a date."

"A date?"

"Yes. A date." Bucky said with a grin.

You stared at him for a second before blinking. "Um...just give me one second please."

He watched as you closed the door to your dorm. A few seconds later, a muffled scream came through the door and a knowing smile graced his features. Once you opened the door, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm, um, sure, yeah, whatever."

Bucky smiled at the ground before looking at you. "Great. Will this weekend work for you? My mom's house is an hour and a half from the school, and she said we can use her kitchen."

"Yeah, that works." You said trying to contain your own grin.

"I'll pick you up Saturday at 10?"

You nodded. "Are you sure you're good driving through?"

A chuckle rumbled out of his chest. "Yes, I promise I won't kill you til after the first date."

"Wow, very reassuring. Can I go back to my movie now?" You asked crossing your arms.

"Only if you tell me what movie you're watching." He said leaning back onto his crutches.

You sighed. "The Hobbit."

His blue eyes lit up. "Really? I love the Hobbit! Well, enjoy your movie."

"Thanks. I will. Bye."

"Bye." He said as you closed the door.

~~~~~

You kept your eyes on your phone. Bucky occasionally glanced over at you, but never said anything. There was no music playing in the car, and you were too scared to ask him. After he looked over at you for the sixth time, you looked at him and his cheeks tinted pink before he turned to keep his eyes on the road.

"Do you need something?" You asked.

He let out a small breath and motioned to your phone. "What are reading?"

You turned off your phone. "Doesn't matter."

He nodded slowly. "Okay...you can connect your phone to the car and play your music. I won't judge your taste, promise."

You eyed him for a second before connecting your phone. "Hope you don't mind old music."

A smooth voice crooned out of the speakers and Bucky smiled. "Dean Martin, Blue Moon. Nice choice."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Y-you know this song?"

"Mhmm. One of my favorites."

"Interesting."

The both of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft voice of Dean Martin. Bucky lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and he hummed along to the song. It actually sounded quite nice. You let out a sigh before looking at your hands in your lap.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you're not as annoying as I thought you were."

Bucky hummed as he quickly glanced at you. "Could you say that again? I didn't quite hear you?"

"You heard me." You said sending him a small glare.

He smirked. "You're right, I did. Um, just a warning, before we get to my mom's house. She tends to get a bit, uh, what's the word, excited about things."

"That's alright. My parents are the same way."

He shook his head. "I wouldn't be so sure. And...you're the first girl I've invited over to her house."

"Oh."