It should have been …
"It should have been Duckie!" Bonnie stared at him, daring him to disagree.
Her eyes were glossy from too much wine. Her tiny feet were sliding across the concrete, slick from midnight rain. Why did he let her drink at the movie theater?
"Duckie over Richie Rich?"
"Isn't the love of your life supposed to be your best friend?"
Damon paused, feeling weightless. Their eyes met. An eternity in a second. Heat on their cheeks. She jerked away from his gaze, falling on her ass. He laughed.
"Asshole!"
He picked her up, carrying her the rest of the way home.