Falling In Love With The Duck

Epilogue: Love Birds

“Happy Birthday,” yells Terry to Duckie as she hands me a large striped gift box.

                I take the box from her hands and place it on the table being stacked higher with other presents. Being the great girlfriend that I am, I decided to throw this party for Duckie. Little did I know that the word would get out that there is a party going on tonight and we would have a few party crashers. Oddly enough, Duckie seems to know the crashers and is just enjoying the night. I smile as I spot him in my crowded living room as he yells thanks to Terry.

“Hey, did you know that Andie is outside?” she says quietly even though Duckie is far from earshot.

I shrug and nod. “Well, I sort of invited her.”

“Do you plan to make tonight suck?” she says glaring at me.

“She is technically his friend,” I say pushing by people as I walk to the kitchen. “So, I figured she has every right to be here.”

        Terry groans and stomps away from me. I watch as she grabs Kevin’s hand and pulls him into the crowd. I smile shaking my head as I grab a soda from the counter. The case is empty. I look around and realize we are all out. My head bows in frustration. Oh, I forgot I put a case in the fridge earlier! I feel a tap on my shoulder and jump. How can I be jumpy at a birthday party? My body turns to face the now laughing party-goer.

“Did I frighten you, miss?” Duckie says in his British accent. “Sorry about that, love.”

I hug him and kiss his cheek. “No worries, mate.” I say in a terrible Australian accent.

“Hey,” he says pulling me into another hug and holding me. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re very welcome. Would you like a drink?” I pull away after giving him a peck on the lips.

He lets me go and nods. “Yes, I would. Make it a scotch, on the rocks, with a tiny umbrella in it.”

“How about a soda?” I say walking to the fridge.

“Hey, Duckie.” A familiar voice says from close by.

                We both turn towards the voice. A redheaded girl holding a blue present smiles brightly at Duckie. My stomach turns as I start to think that inviting her was a bad idea. Her modest black lacy dress is obviously handmade, but yet I feel my black skirt and pink crop top are rags. Her hair is blown out and beautiful making me push mine behind my ears.

“Where should I place this?” Her red lips form the simple question as I grab the cold soda for Duckie.

Duckie nods over towards the table. “You can place it over there. Thanks for coming.”

                He looks back to me with the same smile he had while being British at me. Andie walks away and joins the other guests. I shut the fridge and slowly study Duckie. How is he not chasing after her? Why isn’t he drooling all over her? What is going on? I hand him the soda still watching him questioningly.

“What?” he says smirking and raising an eyebrow at me.

“Oh, nothing. I just wonder what Andie got you.” I sip my warm bubbly drink and look away from him.

“Doesn’t matter what she got me,” he says putting his soda on the counter and taking mine.

                He places my soda next to his and pulls me into his arms. He kisses my forehead and then my cheek. I giggle as he gets closer to my mouth.

“I already have the cutest, silliest, and smartest gift right here.”

“Duckie,” I smile resting my head on his chest.

“Right here in this soda can,” he jokes picking up his soda again.

        I laugh and smack the can from his hand. He spins me around and kisses me. The liquid splashes all over the floor and I feel it in my heels, but I don’t care. I’m laughing too hard. I look into his brown eyes as he laughs with me.

“Let’s go join the party, Doll Face.”

 “Alright, Duck.”