Title: Not Another Saturday Morning
Author: Prentice
Rating: FRM
Pairing: John Bender/Andrew Clark
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, really. No copyright infringement intended. No money made.
Author's Note: I've no idea if I should continue this or not but even so, I had fun writing it. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: One Saturday can change your life.
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John Bender stared at the diamond earring in the open palm of his hand and tried again to equate everything that had happened in the last few hours into something he could understand and deal with. Not that he didn't understand it as it was but…
Making friends with a bunch of jocks and geeks? Finding out their "dark" secrets? Learning that Brain Johnson had tried to kill himself? That Allison was just looking for a friend? That Claire Standish, the most popular and all around bitchiest girl in the school was just a misunderstood daddy's girl? That Andrew Clark was...
Bender shook his head.
It was laughable. It was weird. It was really fucking unlikely. But...it had happened.
Flexing his fingers, John watched as the sparkling diamond earring turned a small circle in the palm of his hand. If he hadn't been there in the first place, he wouldn't have believed any of it had happened. Not in a million fucking years.
It was just too damn improbable. Everything about today had been improbable. From landing over two dozen detentions all in one sitting to listening to everyone spill their secrets to kissing Claire to…to kissing Andrew Clark, Jock of the Century, and enjoying it. Enjoying it a whole hell of a lot. So much so that he wanted to do it again.
Soon.
Curling his fingers around the rolling earring, the outcast shook his head. He didn't know why Claire had kissed him or even given him this little…token…of her affection but one thing had been startlingly clear: she wasn't Andrew Clark. Not by a long shot.
Swallowing thickly, John dropped his hand to his side, depositing the jewelry into his jacket pocket. When Claire had kissed him all he'd felt was the stickiness of her lip gloss smearing over his lips. With Andrew, it had been different. Better.
Warm lips, soft skin, the hesitant glide of a tongue sliding along his own. It had been perfect, sensual. Better than anything that he'd ever felt before.
Licking his lips, John couldn't help but smile. Having Claire after him had to be the biggest joke of the century but having…whatever the hell…with Andrew was just…
Fuck.