It was a Saturday and a boy on a bike had been cycling past your window for the past hour. You went outside and saw Duckie stood there.
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"Duckie, why do you keep riding past my window?"
He paused. "Well... when I really have it solid for a girl, I'll ride by her house on my bike. I'll do it like a hundred times in a day."
"Wait... is this your way of telling me -"
"I really like you, (Y/N)."
"Oh! I like you too, Duckie."