80's & 90's Oneshots

𝙳𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚎

You couldn't stand it.

You slammed your head into your notebook and sighed. Unrequited love was the worst kind of love. The kind that made your heart yearn for the moment they would speak those three crucial words.

"I love you."

But that would never happen. He didn't love you and he never would. He had a thing for red-heads. Smart, sarcastic, red-heads. Correction: BEAUTIFUL, INTELLGENT, sarcastic, red-heads. It ripped you to shreds, this feeling. Why couldn't he love you back?

Why did he have to love HER?

*****

It was the last few months of senior year, and prom was creeping around the corner. You had only a small group of friends, well, scratch that. You only had two friends. Andie and Duckie. Andie and Duckie both had explosive tastes in fashion, with them constantly bugging you about yours. You had very little knowledge in the world of fashion, all you knew that yellow and yellow won't and will never match, no matter how hard you try.

Andie made her own clothing which always followed the latest fashion trends, with Duckie digging through the local thrift shops with one thought in mind: to stand out. You only bought clothes when you dragged along with Duckie to dig through the racks of bargain clothes.

Ah, what days they were. You would always be so tired out after searching and sucking your credit cards dry that Duckie would always have to carry you on his back on his small little bicycle. His hands fitting into yours perfectly as you held onto him from the back as he pedaled to your house to drop you off.

Looking back on those days made you smile to yourself, but right now, you had a class to sit through. The teacher's drone about the same lesson you had learned yesterday made you reminisce those times with your best friend. You turned around to see your Duck Man, your eyes falling on a bored boy curling his hair with his pencil. You waved at him hesitantly, not knowing if he wanted to talk to you at the moment.

It took him a minute, but Duckie dropped the pencil on his desk and pulled his famous sunglasses he wore with practically everything down his nose slightly, flashing a grin at you. Your heart fluttered and started to beat a million miles a minute. You smiled back at the boy, before turning around and silently sighing to yourself.

How could he have this much of an effect on you?

You scribbled a couple of new notes down on your paper that was littered with doodles of none other than the Duckmeister himself. You had sketched lots of his outfits to let him know if he wore two similar outfits in one week. They all had to be different, his outfits. You loved that about him, his silly perfectionism. You shaded in the vest a darker shade of gray, since his vest was a navy blue, complimented by a bright white shirt underneath, with a yellow overcoat completed with a cameo necklace. The cameo read: "Love is real."

You secretly wished that necklace was directed to you, and how your love for Duckie was real, but you knew it wouldn't last. Duckie and Andie were BOUND to be together, they had so much in common it was almost painful to see them still as friends. Duckie could not shut up about Andie, about how volcanic her ensemble was, how he wished to admire her all the time, how she's the Duck Man's love and life. It was just the waiting game to hear Andie ramble about Duckie.

But yet, it hurt. You knew that Duckie loved Andie, but you couldn't help but yearn to be with him every second of every day. You drew countless hearts around the actual doodles you made of Duckie himself, knowing full well that wasn't going to make him fall in love with you. There was nothing you could do.