Step mom said I looked like Duckie from Pretty in Pink. I was confused bc I’d know the song by the Psychedelic Furs but never saw the movie
Then she showed me a picture of Duckie
I dont know what to do with myself any more
Ducky’s face softened when he saw you sitting in the morgue, staring into space. You started when he entered, your face turning apologetic.
“Sorry, Ducky, I got lost in thought,” you rubbed the back of your neck, trying to smile though he could tell it was an effort. In that moment, he made up his mind to help you feel better about the case.
“It’s perfectly fine,” Ducky assured as he fiddled with his stereo until he found a suitable song. He stepped forwards so he was standing in front of you, “Come on then, arms out.”
You frowned, confused, “What’re you doing, Ducky?”
“Cheering you up. Now, come on, arms up, one hand on my shoulder, the other in mine.” A small smile ghosted over your lips as you obeyed, “Are you going to try and teach me to dance?”
“Not just any dance, [f/n], I’m going to teach you to waltz!” Ducky proclaimed, helping to guide your feet into the proper positions, “Just follow my lead, dear. One, two three. One, two, three. One, two three. That’s right, just like that.”
You couldn’t hold back the incredulous laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation and Ducky smiled. Gradually, you began to get the hang of the dance and your movements became more fluid. You let out a giggle of child-like delight as Ducky twirled you, allowing yourself to come to a halt.
“Thanks, Ducky.” you smiled softly, your face slightly flushed.
Ducky returned the grin, reaching up to press a kiss to your forehead. “It was my pleasure, darling.”