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Chapter 4

(Andie's Point of View)

While Andie drove home from school she allowed herself to cry. Today has been real fucking dandy. She thought to herself.

She started sobbing. She wasn't sure what she was going to do.

She had tried to talk to Blaine after school and he claimed he had important homework to do and ran off. She was played to phone call in her head. "Andie? I don't think this is going to work out anymore. But look on the bright side! You have Duckie."

Would she have liked having Duckie? He loved her and she knew it but did she love him? Sure, as a best friend, but as more? She didn't know.

She parked on the curb outside her house. How she had managed to make it home safe was beyond her. She could barely see through her crying. She grabbed her things and got out of the car. She wiped her eyes and headed up to the front door. She say Duckie out of the corner of her eye. She turned toward him. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets and looking at her. "Duckie I really don't..." She sniffed. "I really don't feel like hanging out today if you don't mind." Duckie walked up to her. "As much as I feel bad about kissing you, I also don't feel bad about it."

Andie looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that it's the best thing that's ever happened to me," He stood there awkwardly. "But you probably could have guessed that."

Andie blushed. "Yeah I did."

The phone started ringing inside. "Oh no," Andie said. "Andie? Yeah, I think we should see other people. But that'll be easy for you!"

"Better answer that." Duckie said. They went inside and Andie answered. It was her dad, calling from somewhere saying he wouldn't be home until late that night.

"My dad won't be home for a while." Andie said. "You want to stay here? We can listen to some music or something."

"Sure I mean why not!" He said nervously. "Listen to a little music..."

He plopped down on the couch.

"Thirsty?" Andie asked.

"Yeah I'll take a beer." Andie gave him a scolding look. "Okay okay I'll take some juice." He said. Andie laughed and headed to the kitchen.

She came back a few moments later with a juice. She handed it to Duckie. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He said. He took a drink and set it down. "Was school bad today?" He asked quietly.

Andie sighed. "Yeah... Blaine is mad at me, and everyone is talking about us." Tears gathered in her eyes.

"Well what it matter what they think?" Duckie said angrily.

"I do when they say I'm a slut!" She yelled.

Duckie shut up. Andie gently cried. "I'm sorry I brought this up Andie." He said, as he put his arm around her. "I'm stupid." His heart ached for her and he wished he could make her feel better.

Andie laughed and wiped her eyes. "You are."

The phone rang again. Andie found herself reluctantly pulling herself away from Duckie. She walked across the room and picked up the phone. "Hello?" Her voice trembled. "Oh, hi Blaine." Duckie stood up and followed her "What do you mean?" Tears filled her eyes again. "No I understand. Good-bye." She hung up. "He said maybe we should see other people..." She said mostly to herself.

She turned to Duckie and looked at him. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets watching her. He blushed when she gave him a weak smile. The weirdest sensation came over her when he did. Her mind filled with images of their kiss, how lovely it had been, and she realized something that she wished she realized before.