A Duck Story
"Gosh! It sure is raining hard out there!" John was looking out the window.
"Yeah." Dave continued to drive, half ignoring the obvious comment his friend had made.
"What's holding up traffic?" John tried to look back at the ton of cars they just passed.
"Some woman is shooing some baby ducks out of the road." Dave replied.
"...Dave...go back to the gas station."
"Why?"
"Go back."
"Why?"
"Now!"
Dave whipped his car around and pulled into the gas station. John jumped out of the car and ran into the minimart at the station. He came back out with a box. Dave got out of the car.
"Dude. Tell me you're not about to look for those ducks." John just looked at him. Dave could see the heartfelt emotion in his eyes. He sighed and got a flashlight out of his car.
"C'mon." Dave walked towards the bushes. John smiled and followed his friend.
"Dave! Look!" John was pointing under the bush. When Dave looked, he saw five baby wood ducks huddled together. Dave positioned himself and quickly reached under the bush to grab one. He set the first duck in the box John was holding.
"I can't keep it in the box!" John grabbed the duck from coming out of the box. Dave went into his trunk and got his hoodie. He put it over the duck in the box. After almost an hour of catching ducks, they had all but one. While John watched the other ducklings, Dave searched for the last one.
"John, I can't find it. Let's just go-" John looked like he was about to cry. The look on John's face just killed Dave. He hated to see John cry. The last time he had seen John cry was in second grade on the playground. Some bullies were picking on him again. Shoving him down, kicking dirt in his face. He had seen John being bullied before, but now he was sick of it. Not on his playground. That was the day the two of them actually became best bros. John snapped Dave out of his flashback.
"But...Dave...We can't just leave it out here all alone..." Dave could hear John's voice quiver. Dave thought a moment. Then he spoke.
"Get one of the ducks out of the box and bring it over here." John got one of the peeping ducklings and brought it near the bush. Sure enough, the last duckling started peeping when it heard it's sibling. It ran out of the bush and onto the gas station pavement just as a car was driving through.
"Dave, catch it!" John practically screamed. Dave ran in front of the car and hit his hand on the front of the car.
"DO NOT MOVE YOUR CAR!" He yelled at the driver, who looked at him like he was insane. Dave looked under the car. The duckling was sitting just out of reach. Dave shooed it out from under the car. Lucky for Dave, it took a moment for the duckling to jump up on the curb. In that moment, Dave dove for it.
"Got it!" Dave set the last duckling in the box. John got in the passenger seat with the box of ducklings in his lap. Dave got in the driver's seat.
"I cannot believe I was rounding up baby ducks for an hour..." Dave relaxed in the seat a bit. John smiled.
"Hey Dave."
"Wha-" John cut Dave off with a kiss. After he took a moment to enjoy it, John pulled away. Dave was in shock. Then he smirked.
"Well then..." Dave leaned in to kiss John again. Their lips were about to meet when-PEEP! Both of them jumped and looked in the box. One of the ducklings looked up at Dave with its head cocked to one side.
"Little shit..." Dave mumbled.
"Let's go back to my place and figure out what we're gonna do with our new children." John laughed.
"Children?"
"Yeah! You're gonna be daddy, right?" John may have said that innocently, but Dave could of sworn he saw a small trace of a smirk on his face. Dave blushed. John chuckled and kissed Dave on his cheek. Dave pulled out of the gas station and began driving. He was too embarrassed to even speak.