"A Criminally Insane Love Story"

A/N: I will be updating this along with "When Richie Met Petunia" alternatively and as regularly as possible. I felt the need to have an ongoing fic with the actual Breakfast Clubbers, but I still am active with my Vernon/Petunia story, so no worries! This one will hopefully be longer, maybe another epic-length fic, and I'm going to be experimenting with a new pairing that I have yet to write about: Bender/Allison. I read Kristen's Bender/Allison fic and ate it up. I'm going to be doing the same thing…only, of course, with my own plot! Review, and enjoy!

General Summary: Allison thought she and Andy had the perfect relationship. But out of nowhere, Andy is uprooted and whisked away from her life with not a trace left to remember her by, well…maybe one. Meanwhile, Bender thought he and Claire would last forever, but after Claire has a sudden change of heart, Bender is left standing in the dust. Can Allison and Bender find solace in each other, and can they help each other confront the two who left them behind? Can they deal with unexpected problems and adjust to life in the real world?

Rating: T-16, for sexuality, violence, swearing, and other elements.

MATURITY ALERT: This entire fic has mature elements, so don't read this if you immature!

His room smells so familiar. I've always had a nose for smells.

It's a mixture of his cologne and sweaty gym clothes lying in a pile in the corner (his mother does the wash on weekends). It may sound rancid to you, but to me, that cologne/sweaty smelly is the scent of love. It is the room of Andy Clark.

Ever since I met and fell in love with him last March, he and I have been utterly inseparable. The entire summer after our junior year was wonderful. On warn, dry nights, he'd take me down to the lake outside of town and we'd sit and count fireflies (I don't know if he likes that stuff…but I do). When it was stormy or rainy, we'd sit huddled in blankets in Andy's sunroom and listen to the patter of the heavy rain on the glass as we sipped strawberry smoothies (with a hint of shots). During the day, when Andy was training with his Dad or at medical appointments for his knee or out of town on family trips, I felt so alone. I did have other friends to hang out with. There was Brian Johnson, who graduated this year and wanted to spend as much time as possible with me before heading out east to NYU to study biochemical engineering. There's John Bender, who was fun to party with and always cheered me up, especially during the week in late July where Andy had minor surgery on his knee (he was in the hospital for 3 days, and his ward allowed family visitors only). Then Claire Standish was my girl friend over the summer. When Andy was unavailable, and Claire wasn't out with John, we'd go do what Claire called 'girl stuff.' We went shopping and watched chick flicks. But the overall best days during the summer were with Andy at my side.

And now it's late September. I'm a senior along with Andy, Claire, and John (he remarkably advanced a grade despite skipping almost 5 weeks total last year), and what Claire calls 'senioritis' is already sinking in. I'm thinking if Andy's father won't have a heart attack, he and I could spend the summer after graduation backpacking in Europe. Wouldn't THAT be an adventure! Sneaking over the Alps with only a few francs in our pockets, walking along the sandy beaches of Monaco hand-in-hand, and working our way from the tip of Scotland to the southern coast of Corsica! The thought of doing all that doubles in excitement when I think that Andy will be there with me!

I'm sitting in Andy's room right now. I'm looking at my big bare feet kicking at the carpeting in his room. I can hear Andy talking from the bathroom about something having to do with his knee possibly needing a cartilage repair. I just take in the sights, smells, and sounds of his room. I bite my lip and think for a moment. I've known Andy a fairly long time, and I love him. I really do. Every time I go to his room, and every time I saw him over the summer, one thought has been wandering in the back of my mind: sex.

I know, I sound like a freshman boy, but I can't help it. Maybe I am turning into a nymphomaniac? Andy's given me no pressure on the subject, but I'm sensing that he's been thinking about it too. I have no problem with it being a spontaneous moment. I'm prepared. I take birth control, but not because I expect to be whoring around. I take it because it slows down my periods, and I was having trouble with them for a long time. I've been on them since I was a sophomore, so I almost take them subconsciously. So as far as pregnancy goes, I'm not worried.

I don't know how to explain it really, but I guess I'm 'in the mood' right now. I love Andy, so lovemaking won't be a morality issue with me. But then again, I don't want to make it awkward between us. I want to give myself to Andy, even if it's at an insignificant moment such as this. Some people want their first time to be on a bed of roses on their wedding night or on a warm Florida beach at sunset. All that matters to me is that I'm with the one I love.

Andy's coming out of the bathroom now.

"So if I have to be hospitalized again, I really hope it's an outpatient operation," Andy is saying. He is sitting down on the bed next to me. I wonder if he notices that I'm not all in the room with him. I'm nodding and looking at him as he talks about knee pains. If I ever end up marrying him, I'd better have a damn good job, because something tells me I'm going to have to be paying for a LOT of hospital bills if Andy doesn't slow down the muscle-man routine. I'm only able to catch fragments of his rant.

"So my father….I can't let up….wrestling season…scholarships…"

I groan. "Why do you let your father control your life? I thought we settled this in March!" It's true. Everyone in our new group seemed to have changed for the better somewhat…except my Andy. Brian managed to win himself a bit of independence from his pushy parents. Claire is refusing any bribes her parents offer her now, and they too have backed off a bit. Claire's even got a job, and she says it really boosts her self esteem knowing that whatever she buys she earns. John is still at odds with his own family, but he's avoided serious bruisings on more than one occasion because he learned how to drown them out (not to mention being with Claire helped a little). I, myself, am still a ghost to my parents. But at least now I have fun friends and an adoring boyfriend. But Andy, as far as I know, is still his father's little wrestling/bodybuilding machine. It's incredibly sad watching him being shoved around like that. He is the exact opposite around us. He'll battle John constantly for the 'alpha-male' spot in our group (it's actually quite fun to watch sometimes!) and yet at home, he's as quiet and easily manipulated as a lamb.

Andy groans back and takes my hand in his. His skin is so warm, yet so rough and dry. "Al, you know what my father could do if I ruined the scholarship opportunity this gives me. I'm not that strong academically. I have nothing to fall back on. My dad isn't made of money. No wrestling, no college. No college, no future."

I knit my eyebrows, but he doesn't see that. I never planned to attend college myself. I've personally always dreamed of owning my own art or yoga studio. Surprisingly to a lot of people, I do know yoga and practice it whenever my parents aren't home. It's a peaceful artistic form of dance.

"Your hands are so cracked, don't they hurt?" I ask. Andy nods and sighes. My own skin is very soft. I use a lotion every day on it, and it smells like cranberries and orange. It's like marijuana to my hands. I don't go a day without slathering my hands in the stuff and rolling the gooey cream between my fingers. Maybe I have it with me…

…yes! I take out the bottle, and without even asking his permission, I squeeze a bit of the lotion onto Andy's hand and rub it in. I then hand him the bottle and instruct him to do the same to the other side. But he doesn't obey me. He returns his hand to mine and rubs his thumb over my knuckles. Oh god, I'm getting that horny feeling again! I can't help myself this time.

My lips fly to the little niche at the base of his neck, and I begin sucking like a vampire. I must have caught Andy off-guard, because he's now trying to get me off him. I let go (unwillingly).

"Al? What are you doing?"

"I want you, Andy!" I mutter playfully. His face is getting serious. He probably wants a better answer. "Andy, I really do," I add. "I love you and I'm ready to give myself to you."

He must think this is so random. We're sitting in his bedroom on a school night supposed to be studying for a social studies quiz, and here I am trying to get into Andy's pants.

But he's smiling back at me! He looks like my suggestion isn't so strange. But his face melts back into the stern look he had before. Damn.

"I…I don't have a condom on me," Andy mutters. I nod, understanding.

"I've been on the Pill for two years!" I announce. He's giving me a crazy look, and I can't help but laugh. Before he can ask, I'll explain. "Lady troubles."

Nothing more is being said. I kiss him softly on the lips. Andy reciprocates by kissing me more passionately. I'm beginning to lose myself already in his kisses and caresses. Okay, now he's bringing his hands up under my t-shirt and feeling my breasts (not that I have a lot to feel up), and hunting for my bra hook. I maneuver my hand to meet his and guide him to the spot, all while kissing still. He lifts my sweater over my head, and I begin to unbutton his semi-formal shirt (I think he was meeting with a college coach this afternoon before I came over) and move my lips lower and lower.

Everything is beginning to spin. I'm lying on my back. I'm not sure where I am anymore. I've lost track of everything except Andy. I don't think he's actually gone inside me yet. He's kissing the space in between my breasts and caressing the sides of my waist. My heart is rushing, and he's sweating up a storm. Everything is escalating, both within my body and externally…

Is this how losing one's virginity is supposed to feel? I feel like I'm not whole anymore. Andy is my other half, and I'd kill to have him again and have the feeling of being complete within me. We did it. I'm not a virgin anymore. It seemed like it only happened for a moment…but I lost track of time. I experiences whole new feelings, a whole new sense of being. And it was beautiful. We're still naked, but we're resting, lying side-by-side in his bed. His clock on the wall tells us it's nearly midnight. Technically, my curfew was 10:30 tonight, but I know for a fact my parents won't give a damn. Andy's almost completely asleep, his hand lightly brushing the side of my neck. I really need to get home. Tomorrow IS a school day, after all. But at the same time, I don't want to leave this bed.

"Andy? Andy, are you awake?"

Andy moans lightly. I think he's asleep all but physically. Did I really exhaust him THAT much? Is that good?

I hear loud and low footsteps pounding up the stairs and getting louder as they come. His parents are probably coming up to bed. This isn't good. If they go to bed, then I can't sneak out at the risk of being heard.

"Andy—?"

Suddenly, the door opens wide. It's Andy's father in the doorway. Andy shoots up as if a spring in his back has just been released. I sit up too, clutching the blanket around me so no one sees anything. Andy lets the blanket fall below his chest. His eyes are fixated on the door. Andy's father doesn't look too happy. Actually, he looks like he wants to strangle me with his bare hands. Is Andy…shaking?

Busted. We are SOOO busted.