Philip "Duckie" Dale still hasn't gotten over her long time crush and bestfriend, Andie Walsh. Upon graduation, everyone moving on either by going to College or finding a job, Duckie feels held back in life because of not wanting to let go of the past. But what happens when things get complicated with Andie and her boyfriend Blane McDonough? What'll happen when someone moves to California? Is Duckie not letting go because he hasn't even told Andie how he really felt about her? Dare to read the Sequel of that 80's movie Pretty in Pink. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own nor was I a part of making the movie Pretty in Pink. It just sounded good to put 'the sequel' on the description. Hey reader! One of my fav 80's movie of all time even if I wasn't even born during the 80's ヽ('▽｀)/ (I was born at 2001 IKR) Enjoy reading and feel free to leave a comment (◍ ˃̵͈̑ᴗ˂̵͈̑) Follow me for updates and teasers!! ⬇⬇ Twitter: @ThatAuthor1 Instagram: @TooManyFandoms111

Unlike the majority of weird things that happened to me, I'm glad you happened, because I was able to find someone who listened. Cared. Understood, no matter how weird shit got. I found...a friend. And..you know, maybe something more. So let's face the inevitable, okay? ••• Dear Evan Hansen Fanfic (no one asked for this lol i'm sorry) (note: this story uses she/her pronouns for reader) I DO NOT OWN DEAR EVAN HANSEN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THIS STORY, NOT DEAR EVAN HANSEN ITSELF. pop culture references (or any known reference) made in this DO NOT belong to me but to their rightful owners -started: feb. 9, 2018- -ended- june. 23, 2019-

"It's amazing." She said, looking up. "Wha-what is?" Evan stuttered. Y/N chuckled "All of it; the stars, the color of the sky, the way the wind blows through the trees. It's just so beautiful." She continued to stare into the night sky, eyes twinkling with the stars. "Like you-,you're personality!" Y/N, calmly as possible, shifted her eyes to his gaze. He continued "Y-you're way o-of thinking. I-it's just, so uni-unique. I-I wish I was like you, Y/N." That was the moment her face fell, and shook her head "No you don't."

I was sitting in my garden, watching my sister play in the freshly fallen snow, when all of a sudden I hear an unfamiliar voice behind me. "Whatcha drawing there, Snowflake?"