STILL Pretty in Pink: Chapter Four
Andie was confused beyond belief. Blane had betrayed her, the same Blane she was planning on marrying and living happily ever after with. The same Blane who she thought nothing could go wrong if he was there. and yet it had. Something had gone terribly wrong. A large part of her wanted to rush over to his giant house, hold him tight and tell him she wanted him back. Countless times that night she picked up the phone and half-dialed his number, before hanging up once more. The thought of being with him again, like they were before except more perfect, was so blissful it hurt. But after that initial surge of joy coursed through her veins she thought about what it would be like after that. There would always be another conflict with Connelly, another look of longing on Blane's face when he saw what his life used to be.
And then there was Phil. She was more confused about him than anything. Suddenly he was different, like she'd been seeing him through a wall all her life and now that the wall was gone, he wasn't untouchable anymore. Their friendship had developed because he worshipped her, and flattered though she was, she didn't feel the same. She'd told him this daily, "Duckie, stop it already, I'm not changing." But he'd just smile and reply: "We'll see, Andie my love." in that confident voice of his.
How had he known?
* * * * *
Phil was daydreaming again. Except this time they weren't just silly pipe dreams, it was more like planning. Andie seemed different towards him now, less guarded and more. attainable. Now that Blane was out of the picture, the way was cleared for Phil. And he couldn't be more terrified.
He'd grown so used to being rejected and disliked by Andie, so used to being "Duckie." Now that he wasn't, he felt like he didn't know her at all. He hadn't said a word to her the whole time she was bandaging his head, but his heart was screaming inside him. Things like "I'm so proud of you for standing up for yourself," and "Way to tell that jerk what was on your mind." But most of all it was screaming one thing: "I LOVE YOU!"
* * * * *
Take awkward, spell it backwards, and multiply it by the biggest number you can imagine and you might have an idea of how school the next day felt. Andie clung to Phil all day, trying to ignore the whispers and stares directed at her. She was now the girl who dumped Blane McDonough, an instant celebrity.
And Phil was exactly where he didn't (and at the same time desperately DID) want to be. Andie repeatedly held his hand, he knew out of comfort and not love. Phil didn't know how to act around her. He wasn't authoritive enough to be a father figure, he was too in love with her to be a friend, and she didn't love him enough for him to be her lover. So he just settled as being her wheelchair, her support when she needed it, and waited to see if anything else could come of it.
Phil had arranged his schedule so he had every class with Andie, a deal he worked out yearly with the Assistant Principal in exchange for behaving himself. So he never escaped the panicky feeling in the pit of his stomach, or the warm scent of her perfume, until the school was out. And then she asked him to come over.
"I need somebody to keep me from calling Blane." Andie said weakly, trying her best to make a light joke. It failed miserably, but did get Phil to agree.
So Phil accompanied her to the empty house, constantly smoothing down his hair out of nervous habit. He followed her back to her room, where she plopped defeatedly on the bed. Cautiously he perched next to her.
"When will it get better, Phil?" Andie asked rhetorically. He lovingly patted her in reply. He even dared to rest his hand on her knee, letting her know he was there for her.
Suddenly she sat up, and their faces were nearly touching. You could cut the tension in there with a knife, and Phil found that he couldn't breathe.
Or look away.
She was sitting there expectantly, evidently waiting for him to do something. What was it? Kiss her, that was his first impulse. Of course, that was always his first impulse when he was with her. But, although he'd never tried it, odds were he'd get slapped and thrown out in return. So Phil just sat there, holding his breath, and getting lost in her sorrowful, expectant face.
Andie was overcome by emotion, there seemed to be an overload of it ever since Blane walked out the door. But she'd found that Phil was a reassuring shelter from her fears, and she stuck by him all day. The sneers and murmurs from the people around her couldn't touch her when Phil was there.
She wanted him to make some sort of move. She knew that her feelings toward him had changed, and his hadn't through all those long years of waiting. She thought it was amazing how he stayed by her that whole time, through all her bad boyfriends and break-ups. He was always there.
Andie lunged forward, and her lips met Phil's. There was a ringing in her ears, and fireworks in her toes. She couldn't believe her audacity, and yet also couldn't believe she waited this long to do it.
Phil immediately thought he was dreaming. How could this - this goddess be right here, right now, doing exactly what he'd fantasized about for years? He felt like he was moving so fast and standing still as stone, all at once. He felt so peaceful and chaotic, all at once. Such is the feeling when dreams come true.
And then she pulled away, the spell was broken. They were both back in Andie's room, hearts racing, eyes wide with surprise.
"Well, that was certainly -"
"I don't know where that came from -"
"My toes -"
"Head spinning -"
They both blurted out at once, feeling as if there was something that needed to be said but all language was unfit to say it. It is well known fact that when one's tongue meets another's, it will not work properly in speech for some time.
"Why did you do that?" Phil asked at last, finally choosing one of the many questions flitting around in his head.
"I don't know, I think I just needed. something." Andie answered softly. That wasn't quite the answer he expected.
"Pardon? You NEEDED something?" Phil repeated. His mind leapt to conclusions.
"I - I guess so." Andie replied.
"Is that supposed to mean you're getting over Blane by having a go with me?" Phil snapped. The most wonderful thing in the world just happened to him, and she might have used it to get over some guy that used her? It was more than he could bear.
"No, not like that, Duckie!" she argued loudly. But in some deep corner of her mind, she wondered if that WAS true. She still hadn't sorted out all of her feelings about him yet.
"Oh, so now I'm 'Duckie' again, am I?" He was infuriated.
"Just stop for one second! Look, I don't know what to say, I'm so confused." Andie said, trying to explain.
"Well let me sort some things out for you, then." Phil retorted, and left her room in a rage. She heard the front door SLAM, and the little chink of his rusty bicycle as he rode away.
Andie was alone.
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CAN ANDIE AND PHIL WORK OUT THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER?? Bum-bum- bummmm.. You'll find out soon enough, trust me. I'm hopin to wrap this up in the next chapter or two, so stay tuned and stay beautiful, people!
This is my first fanfic, and I have to say I'm quite disappointed in the lack of views and REviews I'm getting. Hmm. am I doing something wrong? Am I not saying the correct magic words? Oogity-boogity-boo!! Spiffi, Speffy, Snickle-pie! SIGH, maybe that'll work (or maybe it won't). It's all up to y'all.
Saranimal HaloGal5@aol.com
Andie was confused beyond belief. Blane had betrayed her, the same Blane she was planning on marrying and living happily ever after with. The same Blane who she thought nothing could go wrong if he was there. and yet it had. Something had gone terribly wrong. A large part of her wanted to rush over to his giant house, hold him tight and tell him she wanted him back. Countless times that night she picked up the phone and half-dialed his number, before hanging up once more. The thought of being with him again, like they were before except more perfect, was so blissful it hurt. But after that initial surge of joy coursed through her veins she thought about what it would be like after that. There would always be another conflict with Connelly, another look of longing on Blane's face when he saw what his life used to be.
And then there was Phil. She was more confused about him than anything. Suddenly he was different, like she'd been seeing him through a wall all her life and now that the wall was gone, he wasn't untouchable anymore. Their friendship had developed because he worshipped her, and flattered though she was, she didn't feel the same. She'd told him this daily, "Duckie, stop it already, I'm not changing." But he'd just smile and reply: "We'll see, Andie my love." in that confident voice of his.
How had he known?
* * * * *
Phil was daydreaming again. Except this time they weren't just silly pipe dreams, it was more like planning. Andie seemed different towards him now, less guarded and more. attainable. Now that Blane was out of the picture, the way was cleared for Phil. And he couldn't be more terrified.
He'd grown so used to being rejected and disliked by Andie, so used to being "Duckie." Now that he wasn't, he felt like he didn't know her at all. He hadn't said a word to her the whole time she was bandaging his head, but his heart was screaming inside him. Things like "I'm so proud of you for standing up for yourself," and "Way to tell that jerk what was on your mind." But most of all it was screaming one thing: "I LOVE YOU!"
* * * * *
Take awkward, spell it backwards, and multiply it by the biggest number you can imagine and you might have an idea of how school the next day felt. Andie clung to Phil all day, trying to ignore the whispers and stares directed at her. She was now the girl who dumped Blane McDonough, an instant celebrity.
And Phil was exactly where he didn't (and at the same time desperately DID) want to be. Andie repeatedly held his hand, he knew out of comfort and not love. Phil didn't know how to act around her. He wasn't authoritive enough to be a father figure, he was too in love with her to be a friend, and she didn't love him enough for him to be her lover. So he just settled as being her wheelchair, her support when she needed it, and waited to see if anything else could come of it.
Phil had arranged his schedule so he had every class with Andie, a deal he worked out yearly with the Assistant Principal in exchange for behaving himself. So he never escaped the panicky feeling in the pit of his stomach, or the warm scent of her perfume, until the school was out. And then she asked him to come over.
"I need somebody to keep me from calling Blane." Andie said weakly, trying her best to make a light joke. It failed miserably, but did get Phil to agree.
So Phil accompanied her to the empty house, constantly smoothing down his hair out of nervous habit. He followed her back to her room, where she plopped defeatedly on the bed. Cautiously he perched next to her.
"When will it get better, Phil?" Andie asked rhetorically. He lovingly patted her in reply. He even dared to rest his hand on her knee, letting her know he was there for her.
Suddenly she sat up, and their faces were nearly touching. You could cut the tension in there with a knife, and Phil found that he couldn't breathe.
Or look away.
She was sitting there expectantly, evidently waiting for him to do something. What was it? Kiss her, that was his first impulse. Of course, that was always his first impulse when he was with her. But, although he'd never tried it, odds were he'd get slapped and thrown out in return. So Phil just sat there, holding his breath, and getting lost in her sorrowful, expectant face.
Andie was overcome by emotion, there seemed to be an overload of it ever since Blane walked out the door. But she'd found that Phil was a reassuring shelter from her fears, and she stuck by him all day. The sneers and murmurs from the people around her couldn't touch her when Phil was there.
She wanted him to make some sort of move. She knew that her feelings toward him had changed, and his hadn't through all those long years of waiting. She thought it was amazing how he stayed by her that whole time, through all her bad boyfriends and break-ups. He was always there.
Andie lunged forward, and her lips met Phil's. There was a ringing in her ears, and fireworks in her toes. She couldn't believe her audacity, and yet also couldn't believe she waited this long to do it.
Phil immediately thought he was dreaming. How could this - this goddess be right here, right now, doing exactly what he'd fantasized about for years? He felt like he was moving so fast and standing still as stone, all at once. He felt so peaceful and chaotic, all at once. Such is the feeling when dreams come true.
And then she pulled away, the spell was broken. They were both back in Andie's room, hearts racing, eyes wide with surprise.
"Well, that was certainly -"
"I don't know where that came from -"
"My toes -"
"Head spinning -"
They both blurted out at once, feeling as if there was something that needed to be said but all language was unfit to say it. It is well known fact that when one's tongue meets another's, it will not work properly in speech for some time.
"Why did you do that?" Phil asked at last, finally choosing one of the many questions flitting around in his head.
"I don't know, I think I just needed. something." Andie answered softly. That wasn't quite the answer he expected.
"Pardon? You NEEDED something?" Phil repeated. His mind leapt to conclusions.
"I - I guess so." Andie replied.
"Is that supposed to mean you're getting over Blane by having a go with me?" Phil snapped. The most wonderful thing in the world just happened to him, and she might have used it to get over some guy that used her? It was more than he could bear.
"No, not like that, Duckie!" she argued loudly. But in some deep corner of her mind, she wondered if that WAS true. She still hadn't sorted out all of her feelings about him yet.
"Oh, so now I'm 'Duckie' again, am I?" He was infuriated.
"Just stop for one second! Look, I don't know what to say, I'm so confused." Andie said, trying to explain.
"Well let me sort some things out for you, then." Phil retorted, and left her room in a rage. She heard the front door SLAM, and the little chink of his rusty bicycle as he rode away.
Andie was alone.
* * * * *
CAN ANDIE AND PHIL WORK OUT THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER?? Bum-bum- bummmm.. You'll find out soon enough, trust me. I'm hopin to wrap this up in the next chapter or two, so stay tuned and stay beautiful, people!
This is my first fanfic, and I have to say I'm quite disappointed in the lack of views and REviews I'm getting. Hmm. am I doing something wrong? Am I not saying the correct magic words? Oogity-boogity-boo!! Spiffi, Speffy, Snickle-pie! SIGH, maybe that'll work (or maybe it won't). It's all up to y'all.
Saranimal HaloGal5@aol.com