With feathers like that, he was hard to miss. Ida had no idea why every duck, every hen was after him. Arrogant, rude, damn lazy, that Drake!
Ah, but the old cliché came as he continued to eye her. And, oh, how she wished to kick him. Pluck a few feathers. But no, she was one of the more kind ducks on the lack. It would be too shocking for the members of the duck yard.
"Quit turning away!" Drake finally confronted her.
"Then quit staring." She'd retort. Ida, the poor thing, was confused as she discovered other types of heat amongst the ones representing loathing.
But Drake wouldn't give up. Of course, there were a few disappointed admirers when they heard the word.
"Drake is in love with that baggy duck!"
Ida hoped that baggy duck wasn't her.
"I am not!" He said in his defense.
"Yeah you are, so shush because you know it's true," Turkey gobbled to him. All birds came to see what would happen to the two, like a Person would watch what they called "wrestling". Waiting for the first blow…
"Wanna go for a swim? To that island and back," He offered sweetly. Pang. There came that awkward feeling. Yes, no, yes, no, yes no…. 'He's terrible', Ida thought, 'Rude, horrible, can't even watch a duckling! Why go anywhere?'
"Fine. But no detours."
And with that, they paddled away from the gossiping group of assorted feathers.
"Sorry. I guess even as we get older this, erm, stuff never tires them," He paddled a little closer to her. She paddled further.
"It's alright. We'll just pretend to give them what they want is all."
Silence.
"Ida…y-you know I like you a lot."
Shit. The rumor was true. Ida dove underwater.
It hurt. It was scary and nerve racking. 'Why me? There are plenty of other ducks! Why, why, why?'
Out of the water.
"You don't believe me."
"Why would I? You're self centered and…yuck. Nice try, Drake."
The swim back was silent and embarrassing. Everyone was still there.
"Well?!" They all chanted. Ida cast a shockingly loving glance—with a tinge of "I'll get you back, just wait"—at Drake.
"We're producing a brood."
Only Drake made no cheer. He simply billed her quickly and sweetly. Ida felt warm and fuzzy (Or feathery) and cold and afraid at the same time.
"Don't worry, love, it'll be fine."
She had no idea what laid ahead. Specifically, rearing the young duckling that changed both ducks.
His name was Ugly, and was tranced by a gorgeous swan named Penny…
OoO
Fun to write. We need more Honk! work here. And the idea came from how Drake and Ida came to be…I mean, there is nothing to Drake. They were forced together by pressure :P
Review and I may continue with something wacky.