Summary: John/Claire. Just my take of what could have happened after 'The Saturday'. I'm starting out as Claire's point of view, but then I plan to go into a bit of script-ish mode. Review and I shall write some more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to The Breakfast club, including but not limited to, it's characters and locations... and little else besides that, so please don't sue.
What a joyous Saturday night. Claire perched on the stairwell watching her parents bicker back and forth like it was a tennis match. Her Mother would bring up something like Claire's $400.00 Leather Jacket, and how she should have to work for such things, and her Father would repeat that he worked for his money so his daughter wouldn't have to and he could buy her anything he damn well pleased. This happened ten to twelve times over numerous items. She knew the ending to this one. Her Mother would slam the front door and take off to her Aunt Diana's for the night and as soon as she was out the door her Father would be on the phone with Kara or Macy or whatever skank he was running around with this month discussing what Motel to meet at.
'Well, if they're leaving, then so am I.' She stood and turned to her bedroom. Grabbing her running shoes that were practically brand new and slipping them on she realized she had absolutely nothing to be upset about. Sure, she was a pawn in her parents war, at least they didn't force her to take sides. Her parents were decent people to the rest of the World, and when she was spending time with the both of them they would at least make an effort to act civil to one another. Jack and Regina only wanted to hurt each other and never gave it a second thought that it might indirectly be hurting their daughter.
Pulling on a hooded sweatshirt she walked for the hallway flipping her bedroom light off behind her. Taking the steps down she opened the coat closet and realized she really had no decent winter coat. Sure, they would keep you warm until you could run to your Mercedes and turn up the heat, but she wasn't in the mood to drive. She grabbed her brother's Ski Jacket along with her scarf, hat and gloves and made her way out the front door.
She could go to Stubby's party, but she really didn't feel like dealing with Jessica, Melody and Lacey right now. Shermer was a pretty small town, and since it was a little after 10 P.M. most places where she could sit and be alone would be closing, so she made her way towards the school. The wind blew hard, and she could feel the prickle of the cold on her legs. There was a spot on the bleachers just behind the announcers box where the wind was blocked completely. The fields were blocked from sight from passing cars as well, and the stop seemed to offer the peace and quiet that she needed.
The bleachers were often the hangout for Stoners, but beings as it was Saturday night and Stubby wasn't the only person having a party, she knew it wouldn't be a problem. That and they were usually so far gone she wasn't sure they would even know another person existed within a two mile radius.
Rounding the fence that cut off the woods from the fields she turned to climb the steps up to the second level to the announcer's box. It was then that she saw someone laying on their back, breath shooting fog into the cold air. It was a guy, that much she could tell, but she couldn't make out his face, 'probably just a stoner' she thought, and started the climb up. The boy sat up and she could feel his eyes on her. She made her way to the box and slid down the wall into her designated spot, and just as she remembered, the wind could be heard but not felt.
Pulling her knees to her chest she fit her legs inside the jacket to get a little warmer and rested her head on her knees.
Her parents were the epitamy of superficiality. Married because at one point they were both Prom King and Queen. It wasn't always this way. Growing up they had been only middle upper class, living in town close to her Daddy's office in a regular three bedroom house, but then all of a sudden business was booming and they moved to what Claire used to refer to as 'The Castles'. With their six chimneys and many balconies they really did resemble castles, and her house now had more rooms then she had fingers and toes.
Money made people evil. But it also made the World go around and Claire couldn't help but feel helpless at the fact that she was stuck in the middle of it. Letting out a sob she didn't hear the guy from below making his way up to the second level. Stalking to the second level was more like it and when she lifted her head only to be met with a pair of ripped jeans she jumped back frightened.
John Bender smirked at her, taking a drag from his cigarette, "Calm down, I ain't gonna hurt you Princess.." He sat Indian style in front of her and tossed his cigarette behind him.
He turned serious for a second "I just..." he paused and looked into her red rimmed eyes which led to her tear stained cheeks "I just heard you cryin' and wanted to see what was going on."
Claire looked in his eyes to find genuine concern, and then launched herself into his arms, knocking him back to the ground.. "Whoa there sweet cheeks, lets save the naughty stuff for when we're some place warm enough to lose the clothes." She laughed, and buried her head in his neck as he awkwardly patted her back.