The Duckman: A Duckie Dale Fanfiction

Chapter 11

     By the time I was all finished, it was almost 1. I decided to go with a high-waisted neon green pencil skirt and a Boy George shirt that was topped off with a jean jacket. It wasn't much, but hopefully it's enough. Just as I grabbed my purse, there was a ring at the doorbell. Perfect timing. I hopped down the stairs and didn't see a car, but a rusty bike laying in the driveway. Please don't let it be who I think it is...

     I waited in the kitchen until John came. Maybe if I just wait here, he'll get tired of waiting for the door and leave. Much to my expectations, the doorbell continued to ring as Duckies silhouette stared at me through the window. I walked over and opened the door to his face pressed against the window next to it.

"Hey neighbor! Wow, now I must say, that is one hot item you're wearing."

"What do you want Duckie? I don't have time for this," I say with one hand on the door and the other clenched in a fist,"I'll talk to you later if that's what you want."

"I just came over to see how everyone was doing. Are you waiting for someone?"

"Actually, yes. And it would be best if you left right about now." I stepped onto the porch and looked for his car. Nowhere in sight.

"Who could possibly be meeting you here now? Oh god, please tell me it's not that guy from the mall."

"Sorry to tell you, but it's him. He's not as bad as you think and I just so happen to like him."

"How could you possibly like that jerk when you don't even know him? I'm not sure I can trust him. People with that good of hair can't be trusted."

"So you admit you like something about him." I say, playfully poking him in the side.

"I don't like him, I just like his hair. If that ass-" Just as things were getting heated, he came down the road in a cherry red Ford Mustang. How classic. Once he noticed us on the porch, I turned back to open the door and say good bye.

"Dad, I'm leaving now! I have plenty of money and I'll be home at curfew!" Just as I shut the door, we all heard a loud crunch. I looked around the corner and saw his car in the driveway. Right below the car was Duckie's bike with the front tire and mangled handle bars. Before I could stop him, Duckie ran over to check the damage.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted at John as he cradled the now scrap metal in his arms.

"Dude, I'm really sorry. I didn't see it lying there or else I wouldn't have parked on it."

"Oh really, DUDE? Well DUDE, you're gonna pay for that! Do you know how much I had to save for that? I spent weeks trying-"

"Duckie, calm down." I say trying to comfort him while avoiding any broken bones.

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? This asswipe just parked on my bike, ruining it, and you want me to calm down?"

"Look man," John says as he pulls out his wallet,"how much do you want? I'll pay you back every penny and more if it means you'll stop acting like a child."

"I don't want your money, I simply want you to get your head out of your ass and learn how to drive! You can't buy me off and act like nothing happened," He picked up the bike and turned towards John, "I'm so sick of guys like you who think they can do things like this and get away with it by throwing money at it." He marched back home with the bike as Johh got back in his car. He doesn't even open the door for me? Whatever. He's just thrown off from whatever just happened...

"Sorry about that, he can get overemotional sometimes."

"It doesn't matter. Let's just forget what just happened and focus on this afternoon." He backed out of the driveway and headed towards lunch. Just as we were turning, I saw Duckie give him a certain gesture in the rear view mirror. I felt my face getting red of embarrassment over Duckie's episode.

Right, like any of us are gonna forget that...