STILL Pretty in Pink: Chapter Five
Phil tossed and turned all that night, thinking of what he'd said to Andie. He felt horrible, knowing that he'd overreacted in denial that she could ever love him. 'How could I be so moronic?' he asked himself for the three-hundredth time. But the answer never came. Only more "what if's" and self-bashing thoughts.
The next morning Phil made up his mind to make it up to Andie. He still couldn't forget that kiss; if he'd never been so insecure to say those things it would have been perfect.
In Phil's first class with her, she ignored him. Andie felt like Blane had broken her arm; and then Phil had come along and beat it with a sledgehammer. She was in no mood to be talked to at all that day. So, naturally, Phil approached her first chance he got.
"Hey Andie." He said cautiously, testing her. He failed the test.
"Go to hell." She replied. Phil noticed she wasn't wearing any make- up today, and her eyes were bloodshot with misery. He didn't give up, though.
"Look, I'm sorry for being such a jackass yesterday." He tried again, and this time she ignored him. He had no idea how to apologize with her seemingly not even listening to him, so he just turned back to his work and let her anger ferment for a while.
Andie had no idea what Phil was thinking last night. Temporary insanity seemed evident, along with some bipolar tendencies. She seriously thought about putting off dealing with him indefinitely. After all, she was graduating in a few months, going off to college and perhaps never seeing him again. It appeared to be a better option than having to talk to him.
Going to her locker after lunch, Andie found Phil waiting for her, just like always. She groaned. "Andie, I know that you're not going to listen to me anyway, but I have to explain." He said. It looked like she didn't have a choice.
"Okay. Here goes: I'll start out by saying that I love you. Always have, you know that. Why else have I followed you around every second of every day of my life? Don't be thick, Andie." Phil said. Andie started walking off, and he followed along closely behind her. She had to admit he was persistent, you could always count on that.
"And next: I'm sorry. You have no idea how hard I've kicked myself since last night. I was just on a sugar-rush type high, Andie, and I couldn't believe you'd ever come around like you did. I was so scared it wasn't true. I mean, my life took a complete one-eighty when you kissed me, and it's hard to think straight with your head spinning like that." Phil said, and Andie had to turn her head to hide a smile.
"I know there's nothing I can say to make it up to you, but dammit Andie, you gotta give me points for trying. It was the most amazing feeling last night, and I know you felt it too. Admit it, despite my outburst, that was a pretty incredible night."
Andie turned to him and looked as if she was going to say something, then decided against it and continued walking briskly forward. "Andie, at first I thought this was just your drawn out version of playing hard-to- get, but now I'm beginning to get the feeling that you don't like me." He said, a smile playing across his lips. Andie abruptly stopped in her tracks and turned to him.
"I swear, Phillip Nathaniel Dale, do you ever quit?" she asked, tears shining in her eyes and a small smile peeking out through her rage.
"Haven't yet, and don't plan to. What, am I wearing you down?" he replied.
"Something like that," She answered, then heaved a sigh of defeat. "C'mon loverboy, you're going to be late for class again." And with that she grabbed his ear and led him down the hallway.
As they walked to their next class together, you could hear the familiar tone of sarcasm back in Phil's voice. "You see? Always looking out for me."
* * * * *
Blane McDonough was walking down the hall somberly, headed for the little boy's room. Walking in, he almost bowled over Duckie. "Oh, sorry." He said uncomfortably. This was the guy who lusted after Andie for a long time, and was probably thrilled at their breakup. Then Blane remembered that he'd beat up the poor guy in a fit of rage, and felt a little ashamed.
"Hey, how's the head?" Blane asked, as Duckie stood there looking mindlessly happy.
"What head?" Duckie asked, looking confused.
"The head that left part of it behind on Andie's coffee table." Blane prompted.
"Oh, yeah, that head. Fine, thanks, couldn't be better." He answered cheerily.
"And, erm, Andie? How's she doing?" Blane inquired. He couldn't resist, he had to know.
"All right, considering the circumstances." Duckie replied. Figuring the conversation was over, he walked past Blane towards the door. But, being extremely prideful at beating Mr. Millionaire Heartthrob, he had to say it. Turning around and facing Blane again, he blurted out: "She loves me, man. She really loves me." And then walked up to Blane and gave him an odd hug. Patting him on the shoulder like he would an old buddy, Duckie walked out the door leaving a baffled Blane staring after him.
* * * * *
EPILOGUE:
Connelly grew up to be CEO of his daddy's drilling company. But when he was in his forties, he was discovered to be running an illegal prostitution ring in southern Guatemala and a warrant was out for his arrest. He evaded the authorities though, and is now hiding out in Venezuela having lost everything but his arrogance and slightly bruised genitalia.
Blane McDonough went off to Harvard Law School and became a successful lawyer. He married a successful lawyer, a gorgeous rich blonde girl, which made his parents and friends infinitely happy. But whenever Blane sees red silk or bright pink lipstick his mind drifts to Andie, the one that got away.
Andie went to college at Miami of Ohio, where she earned a degree in Fine Arts and Business, and is currently managing an art gallery. She also designs clothes and is a loving mother in her spare time.
Duckie followed Andie to college at M of O. He didn't take any classes, (he just got OUT of school, you think he'd go back?) but instead worked hard at various car dealerships and now owns one. It's called "Duckie's New and Used Automobiles" but he also sells the occasional bike to a poor high school kid. He is known throughout the town for his persistence.
Andie and Phil 'Duckie' Dale lived happily ever after, naturally.
* * * * *
WOWIE, I'm done! It was really cool writing a new ending to one of my favorite movies. The only thing wrong with the movie was the fact that Andie and Duckie didn't get together, which totally SHOULD have happened. Well, now it has. ;)
Hope you enjoyed it enough, and didn't totally waste your time or anything. Read my other fanfics! (When I decide to write some more. stop being lazy, self!)
Merry Reading Saranimal HaloGal5@aol.com
Phil tossed and turned all that night, thinking of what he'd said to Andie. He felt horrible, knowing that he'd overreacted in denial that she could ever love him. 'How could I be so moronic?' he asked himself for the three-hundredth time. But the answer never came. Only more "what if's" and self-bashing thoughts.
The next morning Phil made up his mind to make it up to Andie. He still couldn't forget that kiss; if he'd never been so insecure to say those things it would have been perfect.
In Phil's first class with her, she ignored him. Andie felt like Blane had broken her arm; and then Phil had come along and beat it with a sledgehammer. She was in no mood to be talked to at all that day. So, naturally, Phil approached her first chance he got.
"Hey Andie." He said cautiously, testing her. He failed the test.
"Go to hell." She replied. Phil noticed she wasn't wearing any make- up today, and her eyes were bloodshot with misery. He didn't give up, though.
"Look, I'm sorry for being such a jackass yesterday." He tried again, and this time she ignored him. He had no idea how to apologize with her seemingly not even listening to him, so he just turned back to his work and let her anger ferment for a while.
Andie had no idea what Phil was thinking last night. Temporary insanity seemed evident, along with some bipolar tendencies. She seriously thought about putting off dealing with him indefinitely. After all, she was graduating in a few months, going off to college and perhaps never seeing him again. It appeared to be a better option than having to talk to him.
Going to her locker after lunch, Andie found Phil waiting for her, just like always. She groaned. "Andie, I know that you're not going to listen to me anyway, but I have to explain." He said. It looked like she didn't have a choice.
"Okay. Here goes: I'll start out by saying that I love you. Always have, you know that. Why else have I followed you around every second of every day of my life? Don't be thick, Andie." Phil said. Andie started walking off, and he followed along closely behind her. She had to admit he was persistent, you could always count on that.
"And next: I'm sorry. You have no idea how hard I've kicked myself since last night. I was just on a sugar-rush type high, Andie, and I couldn't believe you'd ever come around like you did. I was so scared it wasn't true. I mean, my life took a complete one-eighty when you kissed me, and it's hard to think straight with your head spinning like that." Phil said, and Andie had to turn her head to hide a smile.
"I know there's nothing I can say to make it up to you, but dammit Andie, you gotta give me points for trying. It was the most amazing feeling last night, and I know you felt it too. Admit it, despite my outburst, that was a pretty incredible night."
Andie turned to him and looked as if she was going to say something, then decided against it and continued walking briskly forward. "Andie, at first I thought this was just your drawn out version of playing hard-to- get, but now I'm beginning to get the feeling that you don't like me." He said, a smile playing across his lips. Andie abruptly stopped in her tracks and turned to him.
"I swear, Phillip Nathaniel Dale, do you ever quit?" she asked, tears shining in her eyes and a small smile peeking out through her rage.
"Haven't yet, and don't plan to. What, am I wearing you down?" he replied.
"Something like that," She answered, then heaved a sigh of defeat. "C'mon loverboy, you're going to be late for class again." And with that she grabbed his ear and led him down the hallway.
As they walked to their next class together, you could hear the familiar tone of sarcasm back in Phil's voice. "You see? Always looking out for me."
* * * * *
Blane McDonough was walking down the hall somberly, headed for the little boy's room. Walking in, he almost bowled over Duckie. "Oh, sorry." He said uncomfortably. This was the guy who lusted after Andie for a long time, and was probably thrilled at their breakup. Then Blane remembered that he'd beat up the poor guy in a fit of rage, and felt a little ashamed.
"Hey, how's the head?" Blane asked, as Duckie stood there looking mindlessly happy.
"What head?" Duckie asked, looking confused.
"The head that left part of it behind on Andie's coffee table." Blane prompted.
"Oh, yeah, that head. Fine, thanks, couldn't be better." He answered cheerily.
"And, erm, Andie? How's she doing?" Blane inquired. He couldn't resist, he had to know.
"All right, considering the circumstances." Duckie replied. Figuring the conversation was over, he walked past Blane towards the door. But, being extremely prideful at beating Mr. Millionaire Heartthrob, he had to say it. Turning around and facing Blane again, he blurted out: "She loves me, man. She really loves me." And then walked up to Blane and gave him an odd hug. Patting him on the shoulder like he would an old buddy, Duckie walked out the door leaving a baffled Blane staring after him.
* * * * *
EPILOGUE:
Connelly grew up to be CEO of his daddy's drilling company. But when he was in his forties, he was discovered to be running an illegal prostitution ring in southern Guatemala and a warrant was out for his arrest. He evaded the authorities though, and is now hiding out in Venezuela having lost everything but his arrogance and slightly bruised genitalia.
Blane McDonough went off to Harvard Law School and became a successful lawyer. He married a successful lawyer, a gorgeous rich blonde girl, which made his parents and friends infinitely happy. But whenever Blane sees red silk or bright pink lipstick his mind drifts to Andie, the one that got away.
Andie went to college at Miami of Ohio, where she earned a degree in Fine Arts and Business, and is currently managing an art gallery. She also designs clothes and is a loving mother in her spare time.
Duckie followed Andie to college at M of O. He didn't take any classes, (he just got OUT of school, you think he'd go back?) but instead worked hard at various car dealerships and now owns one. It's called "Duckie's New and Used Automobiles" but he also sells the occasional bike to a poor high school kid. He is known throughout the town for his persistence.
Andie and Phil 'Duckie' Dale lived happily ever after, naturally.
* * * * *
WOWIE, I'm done! It was really cool writing a new ending to one of my favorite movies. The only thing wrong with the movie was the fact that Andie and Duckie didn't get together, which totally SHOULD have happened. Well, now it has. ;)
Hope you enjoyed it enough, and didn't totally waste your time or anything. Read my other fanfics! (When I decide to write some more. stop being lazy, self!)
Merry Reading Saranimal HaloGal5@aol.com