You and Bucky were roommates in your two bedroom apartment a few blocks away from your university. You and your roommate got along well most of the time. He was moody pretty often but he always forgot his mood after you hung out with him. You two had become close friends since you moved in. Every now and then you would hangout together for the night, drinking, smoking, and other activities. You weren't dating which you both knew but if people knew what you two did together they would question your friendship.

You had moved from a small town in Texas to study at school. Your parents had made time in their schedule and had decided to make a trip up to visit you. Bucky was at work when your parents arrived. You sat at the dinner table with your parents catching up. Your mom had her familiar sweet smile and your dad kept chuckling like he always would. It was good to see them again. "So honey," your mom said, "How's school? Are you learning a lot?" You were just about to answer when the door to your apartment opened and Bucky walked in from work. He hadn't noticed your parents.

"Daddy's home." he said as he kicked his boots off by the front door and started unbuttoning his shirt still not noticing your parents.