Well, fuck me, guys. I'm back.
Kay, wrote this because there's pretty much NO GOOD FANFICTION for The Breakfast Club ANYWHERE and I fucking LOVE Bender.
:Disclaimer: The Breakfast Club is copyrighted to John Hughes.
She still feels sixteen most of the time. Her hair's the same, her eyes too. She even has the diamond earring that lost it's twin, all those years ago, and the first and only detention she'd ever had.
That's the thing that really gets her. The memory is so vivid that 1984 might has well been yesterday.
Claire had walked into Saturday detention wishing she'd never gone, but by the time she left she'd been more than pleased she did, she just wished it was for something better. She changed so much that day. She'd sworn, danced, gotten high. Hell, she'd even kissed.
"I hate you! I hate you so much!"
"Good!"
She'd even kissed.
"Those are some nice earrings, Claire. Are those real diamonds? Did you earn the money to get those or did your daddy buy them for you?"
"Shut up!"
Her friends had made fun of her the next Monday for wearing one earring to school. She'd told them she lost the other...
The door-bell rings and, lost in a sea of nostalgia, she answers. Her shocked blue eyes take in brown boots, a flannel jacket, fingerless gloves, and long brown hair with that thick grey streak. Bender presses something small into her palm and closes her fingers around it. Holding her hand shut he leans in and puts one hand on the small of her back- pulls her in close and whispers in her ear, "It's been a long time, Claire."
Before she can open her eyes he's already let go, walking towards a beat-up, old car and out of her life. "Wait!" she yells, "Why'd you come back?" He pauses and, without turning around, says in the mocking voice that used to make her so angry, "Because you wouldn't."
Long after he's left she stands in the doorway and stares at the tiny diamond earring in her hand.
She still feels sixteen most of the time.