Well, here's chapter 2.

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This one is kind of long, so please bare with me.

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Chapter 2

The next morning, Duckie decided to get to school early to meet Andie at school. Walking down the seemingly empty halls, he made his way to her locker and waited. Never seen the school so empty. He thought to himself.

He stood there humming as the halls slowly filled up with students. Eventually he saw Andie, arms full of books, walking towards him. He turned around and checked his breath and then turned back to lean against the locker coolly.

"Duckie you're in my way." She said in a bitter tone.

He pulled away from the locker. "Hey beautiful." He said looking over her outfit.

She rummaged through her locker ignoring his greeting.

"Well are you going to acknowledge me? I mean you did hang up on me last night. I could have been dying. Maybe even murdered. You wouldn't know!" His eyes got all big and he dramatically flung his arms in the air.

"Duckie, you weren't in danger." She said continuing to look through her locker.

"How can you be so sure? You weren't there!"

"Duckie!"

"What?"

She sighed and closed her locker. "I have to go to class now. Maybe you should too."

"Maybe tomorrow. I have things to do today."

"Like what?"

"Well, I was thinking about finally starting on building the world's biggest ball of twine. Or maybe seeing how many kids I can hit with spitballs or something. You know, those are very important skills to learn."

Andie rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go now." She turned on her heel and headed to her class.

Duckie sighed and turned around running into someone. "Hey watch it jerk!" He yelled before realizing he had run into a much larger guy. Upon realizing this he started dusting off the guy's jacket with his hands. "So sorry, thought you were those kids I beat up this morning!" He laughed nervously.

Before he knew what hit him he was sitting in a trash can.

After getting caught wandering the halls, Duckie found himself stuck in class. He sat doodling pictures in his notebook before being snapped at to pay attention. He continually looked at the clock waiting for class get out. When it finally rang he jumped up, grabbed his stuff and practically ran to Andie's locker. He slid to a stop in front of it and tried to catch his breath. Andie and Blaine came in sight... holding hands. Duckie felt his heart ache, longing for that other hand to be his.

"Duckie, right?" Blaine said when they had reached Andie's locker.

"That's Phil to you." Duckie spat at him.

"Duckie, stop." Andie scolded, putting her books away.

"I didn't do anything." Duckie muttered under his breath.

Andie rolled her eyes as she and Blaine strode off.

Duckie scoffed. He stood there for a while. He couldn't get the image of Blaine and Andie holding hands out of his mind. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he casually walked down the hall, through the crowd, and out the doors where sat outside under a tree far from the school. He sat with his face in his hands. He finally pulled his head up and leaned it against the tree. He closed his eyes and pictured Andie. Her beauty, her charm, her grace...

He heard the bell ring in the distance and thought it best to stay where he was for the rest of the school day.

That evening Duckie rode his bike past Andie's house a few times. Finally, Jack, Andie's father came out and yelled at him to either come inside or go home. Duckie thought for a while and decided to come inside.

He sat in the living room until Andie came downstairs, caught off guard by the sight of Duckie. She stood there in her pajamas, blushing.

Duckie's heart leaped. He jumped up. "If this is a bad time, I'll just go home. I bet my dog is hungry, yeah I'll just go."

"You don't have a dog, Duckie. Why don't you just come upstairs?" She turned around and headed to her room.

Duckie hesitated and then made his way upstairs. He plopped himself on her bed and twiddled his thumbs. Andie sat next to him. "So what are you doing here so late?" She asked.

"I was just in the neighborhood so I thought I'm come over and see what's up."

"At 11 o'clock at night?"

"I couldn't sleep."

Andie sighed and laid down on the bed. Duckie laid down next to her. "Do you want to hang out with me this weekend?" He blurted out. He felt his face get warm. "I mean it's just we haven't hung out much and I figured we should."

Andie was quiet.

"It's not a date or anything, it's just us as friends, like it used to be." He swallowed loudly. He was embarrassed that he made it sound like a date.

"Are you jealous of Blaine?" She said rolling over to face Duckie.

He blushed. "No, why would I?" He laughed nervously.

"Well you snapped at him today when he called you Duckie. Also you don't talk to me much anymore and seem to make a point of staying away from me when I'm with Blaine." She looked him in the eyes.

He blushed harder. "Yeah, I uh, I am a little bit." He felt his face burning as she kept staring at him.

She smiled. "I thought you were." She leaned closer to him.

He swallowed loudly again. "Uh so is that a yes or n-" Andie had her lips pressed against his before he could finish.

Duckie was in shock. For a few seconds he sat there lifeless before he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. He wanted this moment to never end. He was nervous though and felt stupid as he kissed her as he wasn't used to it.

After a good 5 minutes she pulled back and sat up. "I want to hang out this weekend." She said.

Duckie sat up. "Really? You're not just saying that?"

Andie laughed. "Of course I mean it. We're best friends, aren't we?"

His heart dropped. "Yeah, friends." He stood up. "I'll just go ahead and schedule those skydiving lessons for this weekend. Kidding of course." He added as he slipped out the door.

That night he dreamed of Andie's lips against his.