Duckie Worthington (duckling_) wrote in gen_m_logs, @ 2008-04-19 01:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | dane lebeau, duckie worthington |
LOG: Duckie and YOU!
WHO: Duckie and YOU? Come on. You know you wanna. =) (small cameo by Warren Worthington III)
WHAT: Coming home the hard way
WHEN: oh, today... sometime in the afternoon
WHERE: outside the school, you'll hear her coming.
Coming off the plane, she had no idea why she even bothered.
All she wanted to do was go back to the school, catch up with her friends, see her mom and relax for like... five minutes. Just five. Duckie was reasonable. Her father had lulled her into a false sense of security on the phone and even picking her up from the airport he'd been his usual smooth as silk self. A lot of questions about how she was doing and where she'd been without really paying attention, as if the inside of the car was a lackluster cocktail party.
And then came the hard sell. If she'd had known her father was going to spend them majority of the ride outlining the more positive points of the Academy despite the recent loud mistakes from the Central Park rescue to the movie rumors and all the other things Warren could come up with like a littany of woes, she would have asked him to at least make a PowerPoint presentation. Duckie finally slumped down in her seat and looked out the window as she waited through a sudden phone call. The moment her father snapped the phone shut, it was her turn.
"Dad," she said with as much forcefulness as she could muster, using her hands to tamp down the urge to whine. "Stop. You don't have to convince me to go anywhere. I want to go back to the Academy-"
"But you shouldn't feel like you have to," Warren soothed.
"I know."
"This is your decision."
"I know."
"No matter what your mother-"
"Oh come on!," Duckie sighed, looking skyward. "Mother has nothing to do with this-"
"You don't have to defend her," Warren said a little sternly.
"I'm not defending anyone! Can't I just go home because I want to, not you or her telling me? There's no agenda here, Dad-"
"Sweetheart, I just want you to remember what you're getting into here. You may not have an agenda but other people will."
"Like who?," she asked in exasperation. The car was feeling cramped and her father was starting to get more irritable. She knew he meant well and this sort of thing always happened when her parents started to get within miles of one another, but it was doing nothing for her jet lag and own nervousness about going home again.
"Like it or not, your-"
"No!," she countered quickly. "No way. You don't even get to use Mother as an excuse!"
"Connie, this isn't the same school you ran away from before! I'm not going to let you just run off like that again because-"
"Oh my god," Connie sighed and threw herself forward, slamming the heel of her hand down on the convertible top controls. "I can't believe you."
The roof started to peel back as her father slammed on the brakes, pulling the car over. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Dad! I'm an adult! Do you even understand why I took off?," she asked harshly with a stern look, unhooking her seatbelt and standing up awkwardly in her seat. "it wasn't the school! Can't you just be happy that I'm home?"
"I am happy you're home!," Warren shouted. Duckie's wings unfurled behind with with a great rush of feathers and muscle.
"Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it!," she shouted back, wings pushing back and pulling her up into the sky. Within a few wing beats, her father's car was nothing but a speck on the road.