The Duckman: A Duckie Dale Fanfiction

Chapter 9

It was already 6:45 when dinner finally came and I was stoked. The last thing I had to eat was a stale mall pretzel that Duckie bought me and the only thing I could taste was guilt from the afternoon. Nothing beats eating fresh, greasy pizza that's almost as soaked as the box it came in. I grabbed two slices of Pepperoni and one sausage and headed back upstairs. Since it was a Saturday night, the only things on tv were repeats and the Nightly News. I turned on my small screen and flipped through channels until I found MTV and felt right at home. I hardly could pay any attention to the television though because all that came across my mind was John. I still didn't know what to say to him but I knew I had to call him at some point...
Once I was done with dinner and dancing, it was already 7:30 and time was ticking away. There were still a few boxes of books and clothes to put away but nothing too much to handle. I decided to take a shower and try to forget about the day to give him time before I call him.
     Once I got out of the shower and settled down for the night, and hour had passed and I was ready to hit the hay. It's been a long day and I don't want to make it any longer. I laid down on my bed, phone in one hand and his number in the other. I feel like I could just sleep right now. My eyes began to feel heavy and dry. Maybe I could just take a little nap, it's not like I'm going to forget to call him. And besides, it's only 9, there's still plenty of time left.
     Suddenly my eyes flew open. The whole room was dark, including the streets just outside of my open window. The only thing alive was my radio I had left on when I laid down. What time is it? Please tell me it's not past 9:30. I sit up and look over at my clock who's red numbers read 11:07. Shit, now he's going to think I stood him up and that I never wanted to see him again. Oh god, I'm such an asshole. A sleep deprived, mindless asshole. But that's okay because he doesn't know that yet. And it's only 11, maybe he's still awake, who knows? Maybe he's a big fan of late night television. I began to dig around for the paper with his number and found it crinkled on the floor next to my towel from earlier. It'll all be okay, we can call and if he doesn't answer then I'll just leave him a message. A long, poorly worded and unthought out message. I picked up the phone and began to dial his number one by one, fearing what was on the other end. Sam, you can do this, it's just a stupid phone call. Oh, but what if you can't do it and you end up screwing this all up like you always do? God I hate myself sometimes. I could feel my hands beginning to get clammy as I heard the ringing of his phone through mine. I considered hanging up but then I heard a hand pick up the phone. Shit. Well, it looks like I can't leave now...

"Hello," he said in a scratchy and muffled voice,"may I ask who's calling?"

"Um, hi John. It's me, Sam, the girl from the mall."

"Oh hey, I was hoping you'd call sometime soon. I was afraid I came on too strong and that you weren't going to call once it passed 8."

"Yeah... Sorry about that. You see I came home and had to finish unpacking my things then I sat down to eat and watch MTV. Did you catch it tonight? It was great they showed some throwback things, very nostalgic. Anyways once that was over I had to go shower and long story short to try and shut myself up, I accidentally fell asleep and woke up about three minutes ago." I'm rambling like an idiot and he probably things I'm psychotic now... Great...

"Ha, no need to give me the full story. It's fine that you didn't call yet, I'm just glad to know that you did want to call me. When you say 'unpacking,' what exactly do you mean?"

"Oh I didn't tell you? You see, I'm new around here, in fact, I just moved in yesterday morning. The only thing I've gotten to see here is the mall and the traffic to go with it."

"Well now I feel guilty not offering to show you more of the city. And besides, that Goose guy seems like he'd run off with you any second."

"First off, it's Duckie, and besides, you've got the wrong impression of us. I met him yesterday and the only thing we've done is go tie shopping together because he doesn't know anything about boundaries."

"Well whatever the case may be, watch out. But let's stop taking about him and more about you. Where did you say you came from?"

"I didn't, and California. I lived there my whole life until, well, yesterday afternoon. But so far I don't mind it here. The suburbs aren't as bad as I thought..."

"Neither are the people here, only, we don't surf all too often."

"Have you ever been?"

"Me? Oh god no. I've never been great with balance and I don't have that much sporting abilities. What about you?"

"I went practically every weekend, my father would always take me and my brother out early Saturday morning and we wouldn't be home till late evening. My mother hated that we were gone so long but she never even bothered to try to come with us." We continued to talk for a whole hour until we realized how late it was.

"Well listen," I said, dreading what was to come,"It's almost 1 and I've got to get up early later today. Should I call you back this afternoon?"

"Better, how about I come and pick you up and we go out for the day? Ya know, get lunch, maybe walk around town, nothing much. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great. What time?"

"Let's say... 1 until whenever. It's not like there's much going on Sunday afternoons. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow."
     After I gave him my address, the only thing I could do was think about what to wear. After all, you can't just show up without some kind of planning beforehand. I wish I could call Madelyn but she's probably busy. I guess I'll just have to sleep until I'm able to share the news with her...

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Weird ending I'm sorry but anyways please tell me what you think down below!