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I walked into the store behind a guy, watching as another guy bumped his shoulder. Blane turned around, apologizing. The guy, I think his name was Duckie, whipped around, fuming. His eyes hit the ground, "Don't worry about it." He walked by, obviously upset. Suddenly getting a Ben King record wasn't all that important. Blane walked in, and I turned around, watching as the Duckie crossed his arms and sharply turned a corner. My eyes followed him, and Blane looked to me, "Hey, I'm picking this girl up and heading to a party, you still need a ride, Y/N?"
Blane was gonna drive me here, drop me off, go on his date, and come back. I shook my head, "No, you go ahead and uh... go." He entered the store, and I walked down the sidewalk, around the corner, trying to find Duckie.
Duckie wasn't someone I really knew, but we smiled at each other in the hallway, and he was my go-to for exchanging pick up lines with. We weren't friends, but we weren't not friends. For some reason, though... seeing Duckie frustrated really upset me. Who would hurt such a kind soul?
Upon turning the corner, I nearly broke down in tears too. He was sitting on a trashcan, his knees to his chest, and his arms crossed. His hair was curled up on his arm as he buried his face into the crook of his elbow, his sobs muffled by the cloth. I looked to the road next to me, unable to wave to Blane as he drove with Andy in the passenger seat. I looked back over at Duckie, watching as he took his hat from his head, and chucked it at the wall in front of him.
I quietly went over and picked it up, holding it nervously. I dusted it off and hopped up, sitting on the trashcan next to him. At the clatter, he looked at me, making my heart break more.
His eyes were red and puffy, the tip of his nose was pink and another tear trickled down his cheek. He wiped it away hurriedly, chuckling, "Y'know, I was gonna make a-a joke or two, but I ain't really feelin' it. Come back next week."
I chuckled back, putting his hat on my head, "Yeah, Duck? Well, I ain't here for a joke."
He seemed to relax a little, but still kept himself bundled up, "Well... then what are you here for? I ain't complainin' but-"
"I'm here to see if you're okay."
He was obviously caught off guard, seeing as he stared at me stupidly for a minute straight. I giggled, wrapping an arm around him. He sighed and leaned into my shoulder, "I really loved her, Y/N. I really really did..."
I hugged him, running my fingers through his hair, "Oh, Duckie... She doesn't deserve you..."
"You're right... she deserves the world..."
"That's not what I was saying, dope. You're more than the world. I mean, you're funny, you're attractive, you're- you're... You're fantastic! And if she cant see that, she's blind! Gosh it just makes me so angry!"
At my words, thunder sounded. Duckie looked up at the sky, sniffing again, "You didn't tell me you could control the weather."
I chuckled, "C'mon Duckie. It's gonna rain. You should get home."
He shook his head, "No. I like the rain."
I hopped off the trashcan, and stared at him, "Duckie..."
"Yeah, toots?"
"You wanna dance with me?"
He was, again, caught off guard, before smiling deviously, "Sure, but if you plan on slow dancin', you're gonna have to find a different partner."
I chuckled, grabbing his hand after he hopped from atop the trashcan. He spun me around quickly, then dipped me. I giggled as rain began to fall. He smiled at me, "We need a name for this dance we totally just invented."
"Do we?"
"We do."
"How about Puddle Dance?"
He looked up, flinching against a raindrop that landed near his eye. Duckie sighed, "Puddle Dance. I like it. We'll have to make it a ritual."
I smiled, "Well, if you decide the rain is too much of a bother, there's plenty of room under this umbrella you call a hat." I flicked the circular hat to the back of my head, and he smiled, leaning in and slowly pushing his lips to mine. He pulled away slightly, so that when he spoke, his lips brushed mine, "Is there still plenty of room?"
