Who says you can’t go home? (chapter 6)
I made you guys wait really long for the previous chapter so I’m doing my best to update this fic a bit faster now.
There’s only one chapter left after this one. Thank you all for sticking with me!
This chapter: Life without Bucky is hard on Jess but she isn’t ready to give up on him yet.
No warnings, mostly plot and feels.
Who says you can’t go home?
Her eyes were drawn to his hand and the way his fingers kept tapping at the bottom of the glass.
It was a nervous tic and he’d been doing it ever since their drinks arrived 15 minutes minutes ago. It was getting on her very last nerve and at this point she was so focused on the small movement that his words were lost on her.
And there were a lot of words, this guy literally hadn’t stopped talking for the past half hour and she was wondering if he would ever come up for air.
This wasn’t going to work out, none of them were going to work out.
This was the 12th date in the past two months and Jess had hated every single one of them.
Sometimes it was something small like an accent that bothered her, or the way he kept pushing his glasses up his nose every 20 seconds.
And sometimes it was a bigger obvious reason, like the way he couldn’t keep his hands to himself or came on way too strong or how he didn’t stop talking about his job and how much money he made.
It wasn’t that Jess didn’t want to give them a chance, she really wanted one of them to work out. She wanted to fall in love, she felt ready to move on, to forget.
At least that’s what she told herself.
The man in front of her wasn’t bad looking, beautiful brown hair, honest eyes and an open smile. He seemed nice, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her too, despite of all his talking.
Yet all she could focus on was the way his little nervous tic was driving her crazy.
She would end the date before dessert, make up an excuse about having to get up early for work, and she’d promise to call him, which of course she never would. Let him down gently, after all it wasn’t his fault.
It was nobody’s fault that all her dates failed for the very same reason: none of them were what she wanted.
None of them were James Bucky Barnes.