Falling In Love With The Duck

Going Swimmingly

I wake up to someone moving around my room. I keep my eyes closed knowing it's only Duckie. Even though I am curious as to what he is doing, I pretend to sleep. Judging by the sounds in my room, he's near my dresser. Curiosity finally gets the best of me and I peek. I have to suppress a giggle as my eyes find him.

Duckie is standing in front of my dresser, wearing a sparkly white scarf, and looking through my drawers. He opens the top drawer and pulls out a black tank top. Fear sinks into my mind as I realize that's the drawer that my bras and underwear are in. I sit up frantically and he spins around.

"Good morning, love," he says leaning back against the drawer and shutting it with his back.

"Duckie," I swing my legs out of my bed. "What are you doing?"

He takes the scarf off and places it on the dresser with the tank top. "Counting the seconds until I hear your beautiful voice again."

I grin and walk over to him. "Shut up."

"Shutting up," he says matching my grin.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. His hands slip around my back and he leans down to kiss me. We start slowly moving back towards my bed as we deepen the kiss. I fall back and squeak as he falls with me onto the bed. He chuckles and looks away. His eyes catch something and he quickly gets up. I turn onto my stomach to see what made him stop.

"I have to go," he says grabbing my window sill. "Can I admire you again later?"

I sit up and frown at the line he usually uses on Andie. "Duck?"

"Excuse me, but there's somewhere I need to be and that's none of your business, malady," he says jokingly as he swings his legs out and grabs onto the tree. "Actually," he scoffs, "It sort of is your business. But I will bring back dinner, my love, I promise."

I stick my head out the window, still confused and slightly worried. "It's literally ten in the morning on a Sunday. Where do you need to be?"

"Trust me, Doll Face, I am a man of my word," he nervously laughs.

He reaches the ground, but not on his feet. I giggle as he scrambles to his feet. He makes it to the sidewalk without falling on his face and turns around to see me. My heart starts to pound as I realize what he's doing. His eyes are looking near me, but specifically avoiding contact with mine. He's antsy and acting very strange. We both know where he is going, but neither of us say it.

"May I return to your quarters later this evening?" he says in a shaky royal English tone.

I shake my head and close my window. How can he be doing this? We are barely together and he's already thinking of her. I glance at my clock. Andie starts her shift at TRAX in ten minutes. Knowledge I only have because Duckie is obsessive. I violently open my dresser to find an outfit suitable for my plan.

I grab a pair of black skinny jeans to show off my hips, a white crop top that displays my flat tummy like a beautiful trophy, and I grab a pair of red suspenders. I glance in the mirror and smile. My red chucks will match the suspenders and my black fedora will go with my pants. I add the new pieces to my outfit and sigh.

"What am I doing?" I sit on the end of my bed. "He loves her."