My first Breakfast Club Fanfic. Definitely considering chapters on this one. We all love these beautiful, timeless characters. MUST REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE!! Italics direct thought one of the characters had.
JOIN THE CLUB.
For all of us who are searching for our John Bender, and for my darling Booger.
Monday
He wasn't there.
She had kept an eye out for him all day!
Andy had asked if she knew where he was at lunch, that defining hour of anxious exhilaration at passing her "friends" to a table where Andy, Allison and Brian already sat. Decision made, than I thought. Claire thought.
But he hadn't shown at lunch.
Was he too stoned to remember their life changing Saturday?
Was he blowing them off, surpassing even old Claire in her bitchiness, smoking with his friends without even considering sitting with the Breakfast Club?
Worst, only Allison thought with fear, Had something happened to him, had Bender's dad finally gone too far?
As Claire went through her day she imagined he was there, and she got out of English to "go to the nurse" and as she walked, bored, down the empty hall she imagined he was pushing her against the locker, he was teasing her, he was kissing her brazenly. When she walked home from school though, holding her books close to her chest, she began to cry, giving in to the fear she felt at the possibility of being rejected by him- being forgotten by him.
Tuesday
There he is.
Fucking boy.
John Bender was leaning against the locker neighboring hers, casually smoking a cigarette and fiddling with the chain on his jeans, pretending not to watch her walking down the busy hallway to her locker-just as she was pretending (hard) not to see him so sarcastically waiting for her. She came to her locker and began unlocking it, exchanging last night's homework for today's textbooks and binders.
"Hey Cherry- what, no hello?"
"Hello John."
"Ohh cold shoulder. Ouch princess. So what? I'm the exception to the rule? Andy told me you changed your mind. You've condescended to join our little Club."
"Yea Bender. Everybody except you had a fine time at lunch yesterday,"
It was killing her not to be kissing him.
It was killing him not to be kissing her.
He remembered her kiss as being so tentative, so unknowing….
She remembered him kissing her with such directness, such hunger, but she knew he had been smiling the whole time
He had been so happy to be kissing her.
"Why, what do you mean Clllaaiiree?" Bender asked, drawing out her name as if to simultaneously remind her what a fat girl's name it really was and seducing her with his tongue pressed against his top lip as he said her name, sarcastic as ever in his tone.
That's it. Ass makes me wait all day for him and now he's being smart?! "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU YESTERDAY?!"
He was surprised. He was almost angry, simply from instinct. But she was so cute when she was angry, her cute little fists all balled up in frustration.
"Never you mind Red" he winked at her- classic Bender- but his eyes looked relieved, his smile was genuine and unafraid. She had shown an uncharacteristic passion just then. It was reassuring, charming even.
Claire gave up. Closed her locker, turned around and leaned her back against her locker, next to him. Claire looked right in his eyes now.
"Why didn't you come to school?" She was whispering now, letting her breath carry her thoughts to him.
He looked straight at her now. Eyes level. "Why—you miss me?" He was holding steady his sarcastic John Bender tone of voice, but he honestly wondered. He was terribly, terrifically intrigued to know if she had missed him.
Claire paused. She had been jumping off of a lot of cliffs lately, what with the kiss, the earring (her dad hadn't noticed. Thank the lord!), yesterday's lunch! But this cliff was a huge one. She had to just close her eyes and…
"Yea," Claire said quietly, "yea I missed you John."
He was shocked. She had slipped, without him paying attention, into intimacy with him. How was he supposed to explain that he had been too ecstatically joyous after detention that he was too nervous, too scared to come to school, because what if Claire had ignored him? What if Claire had kept her word and ignored all of them? What if they had all silently agreed to ignore each other? He had walked around downtown yesterday, smoking and wandering. He didn't want to admit any of this to her- to them- at least not yet. It could ruin everything if they learned he swallow needed them.
So instead, he looked Claire straight in the eyes, reached down to his belt loops where his chain was attached to his jeans, and unclipped it, held Claire's arm and gently, assuredly, rolled back her sleeves and wrapped the chain around her wrist, wrapping it twice before clipping it together. She watched him wrap the dirty, heavy-metal-rocker chain around her delicate, pale wrist and she smiled. Then- in the middle of the busy hallway of Shermer High pre-first bell, everybody glancing at them suspiciously, Claire Standish kissed John Bender, tentatively, strongly, passionately.
Her mouth tastes like vanilla toothpaste and diet coke
He tastes like cigarettes and cinnamon.
And John kissed her back, bravely and lovingly, wrapping his arms around her waist, letting his long hair dangle in front of their faces, he breathed her in and immediately felt comfortable and ecstatic at the same time. Mmm, he thought, just like Saturday.
And just as Andy and Allison turned the corner, hand in hand, just in time to see Claire and John kissing in the hallway, just as they smiled to each other knowingly, John was thinking to himself, And I'll never miss a day again Claire. Not if you are here, never again.
SO? Please review. Looking forward to possibly writing more high school stuff or maybe even future stuff in this story. SO REVIEW. 3.