[h3]The Young Buck[/h3][sub][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Fj9ZCO6Wiac]Theme[/url][/sub]

It felt natural. His fingers against the metal strings. He didn't know why, but there was just a certain soulfulness in the way that they sounded. His mother told him that the guitar, especially the acoustic, was a very special instrument. From an early age, he wasn't sure why, the sounds that this wooden box with a tail made soothed him like nothing else. 

James had been sitting here for a good 45 minutes, just jamming away in his room. He could go on like this for a while, that is, unless he was interrupted. Which he was; his door was knocked upon. Buck rested his palm on the strings to silence them. 

"Come in." He spoke to John through the door. He knocked the same way every time. Every person's knock sounded differently, even if only slightly, Buck noticed. The door opened and his brother smiled, leaning on the doorframe.

"You know, there are things outside of this room." John chuckled. 

Buck shrugged, but a corner of his lip turned upward in a small smile. "Yeah...I can hear them." 

"Well, why not go experience them?" 

"Is this another history lesson?" Buck groaned.

"Well, Mom did say that 'Every action you take makes history.'" John hinted, doing his best impression of their mom, and they both laughed a bit.

"Alright. I'll go for a walk."

"Good." His brother commended, pulling out his wallet and placing fifteen dollars on Buck's dresser. "Since I know you're gonna stop by the cafe at some point, pick me up one of their boxes of tea, will you?"
 
"I'll be sure to..." Buck replied as John already started down the hall and down the stairs. He exhaled some, pulling his ear-plugs off of his desk. The lad always wore ear-plugs when he left from their home, considering that his senses were always dialed to ten. They didn't block the noise out all the way, like they would for most people, but they brought it all down to a bearable level in noisy areas.

John told him that they moved when he was really little, to the farther side of town, to a house on a hill, to limit all the noise. His brother had powers just like he did, but he learned to control them much better. He promised that James would learn one day. For now though, ear-plugs it was.

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Buck had been walking around town for a good hour and a half. He went to go hang with Hank who seemed to be experimenting with a toad to try coding it for computer simulation and animations. While the notion sounded cool, James was really more interested in making sure he didn't hurt the little guy. Amphibians are kind of fragile because of how soft and squishable they are.

That aside though, he rode his bike to the downtown area, where X-Presso was located. Looking in the window, he could see some of his friends inside already: Kurt, Ororo, and Tabby. While parking the bike out front, he gently dusted himself off before entering. 

Inside, Buck glanced around at the other teens and let off a small sheepish smile, but he went up to the counter first. Faithful to what John asked him to get, he picked up a box of tea that smelled kind of like maple trees and purchased it. Looking at the two groups that formed, he decisively picked the smaller one. Seeing Tabby and Clara, he chuckled but didn't say a word yet so as to not interrupt the conversation between Clara, Tabby, and the potted fern.

As the ever energetic Clara's attention span bounced away, James merely smiled. "Hey Tabby."