The Duckman: A Duckie Dale Fanfiction

Chapter 12

     We sat in silence for a solid five minutes. The only thing that was able to kill the tension was the radio that was turned up most of the way. I wasn't sure what was playing though because he decided to keep the car's top down and wind was hitting me at seventy miles per hour. Well there goes my hair...

"So where do you want to go first?" He asked as he turned down the radio. I still couldn't understand him well because of all the noise around us.

"I don't know what all there is to do here. I've only been here for three days."

"Well there's a lot that we can do. We can go back to the mall, we can head over to some place to eat, and there's always the option of just walking around and seeing where that takes us. Personally, I wouldn't mind getting something to eat first but it's your choice."

"We can get a bite to eat I guess. I mean I'm not too hungry but I could use some food at the moment."

"Great. Now there aren't many options other than a few burger joints and the occasional sandwich shop. Not much happens here as you can tell."

"Burgers sounds fine. Just nothing fancy because I really don't want you going that far out on me. Simple is better."

"C'mon. It's first date, you're new to the town, and I want to make a good first impression. I'll take you to the nicest burger joint in town, only it comes in a greasy sack and not on a plate. One of the few perks of being local."

"Well you already made an even worse first impression with Duckie's bike. By the way, are you going to pay for the damages? He doesn't have a lot, as many people these days."

"Why should I pay for it? He's the one who left it in the driveway," his words started to get more defensive with the occasional voice crack. "Now if it were my fault, I'd cover it. But it's not on me if it was unavoidable because of some retard. The guys just a freak."

There was something about that word that hit me. Retard. If anything, he was the stupid one, seeing how he thinks he can persuade me with his fancy car and platinum cards to pay for it. Now that I think about it, why am I even here? I've know him for what? Two days? What the hell is wrong with m? Alone with a stranger in a city I don't know and parents who don't have half a clue as to where I am? Who I'm with? God, I feel like such an idiot. And sure I've only know Phil for a few hours longer than this guy, 'John', if that's even his real name, but it's as if I've known him for years. Something about him just seems familiar.

"Park the car," my voice getting shakier by the minute.

"What are you talking about?" He pulled the car to the curb and slowly parked, the breaks squeaking as a sign of resistance. Something we had in common. "The place is still six blocks away! What do you want to walk there? I'm fine with that."

"No, let me out here. I'm not in the mood anymore to be here and I'd just like to go home. I have some money, I'll get a cab or something."

"Are you crazy? You can't ride in some filthy cab from God knows where. I can take you home. Just close the door and I'll turn around."

"No I'm not going to turn around with some guy I barely even know in some stranger of a city." As I said that my heart began to race with nerve and fear of repercussions. "I'll call my house and have one of my parents pick me up." I climbed out the door and slammed it shut without ever looking back.

"Well I don't mind having to drive home alone, but I do mind the sudden dynamic shift. This sudden feeling of superiority or whatever it is you want to call it. Look, I don't know if this is something weird with you or something you can't control," his eyes gesturing further down my body," but whatever it is, I don't wanna be around it." He turn the ignition key, triggering the radio to continue blaring as if it never turned off. "Call me when you're feeling better or get home, whichever happens first." He drove off down the street, tires screeching and all.