Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters…they belong to the wonder
that is John Hughes.
I know I don't have much up right now…but I'll add more later (plus some actual plot development!!)…I'm still setting everything up (
Also, this is my first fic, so please! No flames!
Claire
"And everybody was Kung fu fighting! …Those kids were fast as lightening-" SLAP! Claire Standish's hand whacked her clock. Her damned housekeeper had changed her pre-set alarm station (again) to one that thought teens still listened to disco. She sat up in bed. It was Monday, a day she normally dreaded. This was no exception only her trepidation was maximized due to four people. 'Well, three actually…it wouldn't be unnatural for me to talk to Andy…' She contemplated, sighing. There was Brian…sweet, smart, everlastingly nerdy Brian. The Brian who had been seriously considering suicide instead of taking an F. Claire physically felt herself cringe at her (imagined) friend's reaction to her declaring Brian Johnson as her friend. Then there was Allison. Allison would be somewhat acceptable if she didn't resume back to her old "black shit" self. Then there was John…she had avoided thinking about him all day Sunday, though she found it impossible. He was just so…attractive. He could smell her bullshit a mile a way and thought she was a spoiled, snobbish princess, but yet he still seemed to care deeply for her. His John side did anyway. She smiled, unwittingly, as she thought about the kiss John gave her next to her father's car. She gave him one of her diamond earrings, and looked into his eyes. She saw nothing but total wonder and affection in them. Then he leaned down, tentatively, at first, and kissed her. It was soft, sweet, and way too short. After she broke the kiss, he kept his head down, as though he was so smitten with her that he was praying the moment wouldn't end. That was his John side. Unfortunately, she was the only one who had really come in contact with that side to him. Everyone else, including Andy, Brian, and Allison, only really knew his Bender side. The pot-smoking, bird flipping, fire alarm setting, all-around criminally dysfunctional asshole side. The side she only knew until that momentous Saturday. The side, even now, she hated. She flopped back down onto her bed and threw the covers over her head. Maybe she could just say she caught a case of hepatitis or something.
John
"Bender, man. Bender. Wake up, dude." John blinked his eyes open. 'Where the hell am I?' He thought absently.
"Bender!!" Possum, his crack-addicted friend, shook him awake.
"I'm up! Geez…what the hell is going on? Where am I?" He asked, standing up. He looked down and saw he was wearing the same outfit that he had since the day before which was….
"Center Street park. Ya went a little nuts with the booze, ya passed out, it was no big." Possum explained, as if it were a completely natural thing for a teenager to pass out drunk in a public park.
"Shit…what day is it now?"
"Monday. You were only out since 6 last night."
"Great…I gotta go, I'm headin' back home. I smell like b.o. and liquor plus I have bad breath. Then I'm goin' to the big house."
"What for? I thought we was skippin' school today!" Possum yelled after a retreating John.
"Nope, too much stuff too do…" He inwardly smiled. Vernon was in for a very special morning.
Brian
"Brian Johnson! Wake up! You'll miss the bus!" Mrs. Johnson, Brian's demanding mother began to splash water onto his face.
"Come on! Up, Up, Up." She slapped his back in an abruptly annoying "Time- to-get-up" sort of way. Brian groaned and rolled out of bed, bonking his head on his hard-wood floor in the process. 'Shit' He thought to himself. He sat back up, and stretched out his arms. He walked over into his bathroom and was none too surprised to find a large red goose egg forming near the center of his forehead. Any other day he would've chalked it up as bad luck, but today he knew. This goose egg was an omen. He knew that goose eggs have always been a symbol for the number zero (it was always used, though it was mainly used in the early 'Peanuts' comic strips), so it naturally had to be an omen. But whether it was for his social status or his final shop grade, he couldn't tell.
Allison
Allison walked slowly down the steps of her home. Her makeup was back to the way it had been before Claire…she didn't have to change for anyone. Not even Andy. 'If Andy doesn't like the way I look now, he have to deal with it. Love goes beyond physical appearances' She ignored the tiny voice that reminded her that she was a compulsive liar and was probably lying to herself at this point, and kept walking down the stairs. Her parents, Greg and Kathleen Reynolds, were sitting at the table reading the paper and eating a bowl of Wheatie's cereal respectively. Allison shook her head in disgust and walked out the door, grabbing a bottle of Hershey syrup and 5 Strawberry Pop tarts that she had gotten out for herself the night before.
I know I don't have much up right now…but I'll add more later (plus some actual plot development!!)…I'm still setting everything up (
Also, this is my first fic, so please! No flames!
Claire
"And everybody was Kung fu fighting! …Those kids were fast as lightening-" SLAP! Claire Standish's hand whacked her clock. Her damned housekeeper had changed her pre-set alarm station (again) to one that thought teens still listened to disco. She sat up in bed. It was Monday, a day she normally dreaded. This was no exception only her trepidation was maximized due to four people. 'Well, three actually…it wouldn't be unnatural for me to talk to Andy…' She contemplated, sighing. There was Brian…sweet, smart, everlastingly nerdy Brian. The Brian who had been seriously considering suicide instead of taking an F. Claire physically felt herself cringe at her (imagined) friend's reaction to her declaring Brian Johnson as her friend. Then there was Allison. Allison would be somewhat acceptable if she didn't resume back to her old "black shit" self. Then there was John…she had avoided thinking about him all day Sunday, though she found it impossible. He was just so…attractive. He could smell her bullshit a mile a way and thought she was a spoiled, snobbish princess, but yet he still seemed to care deeply for her. His John side did anyway. She smiled, unwittingly, as she thought about the kiss John gave her next to her father's car. She gave him one of her diamond earrings, and looked into his eyes. She saw nothing but total wonder and affection in them. Then he leaned down, tentatively, at first, and kissed her. It was soft, sweet, and way too short. After she broke the kiss, he kept his head down, as though he was so smitten with her that he was praying the moment wouldn't end. That was his John side. Unfortunately, she was the only one who had really come in contact with that side to him. Everyone else, including Andy, Brian, and Allison, only really knew his Bender side. The pot-smoking, bird flipping, fire alarm setting, all-around criminally dysfunctional asshole side. The side she only knew until that momentous Saturday. The side, even now, she hated. She flopped back down onto her bed and threw the covers over her head. Maybe she could just say she caught a case of hepatitis or something.
John
"Bender, man. Bender. Wake up, dude." John blinked his eyes open. 'Where the hell am I?' He thought absently.
"Bender!!" Possum, his crack-addicted friend, shook him awake.
"I'm up! Geez…what the hell is going on? Where am I?" He asked, standing up. He looked down and saw he was wearing the same outfit that he had since the day before which was….
"Center Street park. Ya went a little nuts with the booze, ya passed out, it was no big." Possum explained, as if it were a completely natural thing for a teenager to pass out drunk in a public park.
"Shit…what day is it now?"
"Monday. You were only out since 6 last night."
"Great…I gotta go, I'm headin' back home. I smell like b.o. and liquor plus I have bad breath. Then I'm goin' to the big house."
"What for? I thought we was skippin' school today!" Possum yelled after a retreating John.
"Nope, too much stuff too do…" He inwardly smiled. Vernon was in for a very special morning.
Brian
"Brian Johnson! Wake up! You'll miss the bus!" Mrs. Johnson, Brian's demanding mother began to splash water onto his face.
"Come on! Up, Up, Up." She slapped his back in an abruptly annoying "Time- to-get-up" sort of way. Brian groaned and rolled out of bed, bonking his head on his hard-wood floor in the process. 'Shit' He thought to himself. He sat back up, and stretched out his arms. He walked over into his bathroom and was none too surprised to find a large red goose egg forming near the center of his forehead. Any other day he would've chalked it up as bad luck, but today he knew. This goose egg was an omen. He knew that goose eggs have always been a symbol for the number zero (it was always used, though it was mainly used in the early 'Peanuts' comic strips), so it naturally had to be an omen. But whether it was for his social status or his final shop grade, he couldn't tell.
Allison
Allison walked slowly down the steps of her home. Her makeup was back to the way it had been before Claire…she didn't have to change for anyone. Not even Andy. 'If Andy doesn't like the way I look now, he have to deal with it. Love goes beyond physical appearances' She ignored the tiny voice that reminded her that she was a compulsive liar and was probably lying to herself at this point, and kept walking down the stairs. Her parents, Greg and Kathleen Reynolds, were sitting at the table reading the paper and eating a bowl of Wheatie's cereal respectively. Allison shook her head in disgust and walked out the door, grabbing a bottle of Hershey syrup and 5 Strawberry Pop tarts that she had gotten out for herself the night before.
