Okay, this is my first fanfic and I'm scared that I'll get flames. And I
don't want ne. I hope u like this story!!! ~*daydreaming beauty*~
Disclaimer: I don't own the original Breakfast Club. I wish I owned the three main guys (Bender, Andy, and Brian. they're all so HOTT!!!) off of it but sadly I don't.
The phone rang in the Standish house, conveniently located in north- eastern Texas. "Emily! Get that for me!" Claire screamed to her 16-year- old daughter.
"It's two thousand three. You'd think you'd remember the 'please'?" Emily whispered partially to herself and to a degree, her mother; she picked the phone up. Putting on a fake cheery voice, she answered, "Hello, Standish residence." The voice on the other end was not unknown to her. It was her mother's latest boyfriend of a month or two.
"Hello, Emily? It's Mart-," the voice started. Emily didn't let him finish his sentence. She hung up on him.
He was an annoying, superficial guy who worked at a business that her mother's friend, Frannie, worked at. Frannie didn't really like him either, at least that's what she revealed to Emily. She stated, 'His laugh is extremely loud, he chews with his mouth open, and he's just plain a pain in my ass!. Oops, sorry. Ass is a bad word. Don't say it.' As if she hadn't heard the word 'ass' already about one thousand times. Anyways, he got on Emily's nerves so much that she tried to leave the room whenever he was in it.
"Who was it!?!" her mom yelled up at her.
"Wrong number."
"Martin?! Was it Martin?!"
"No."
"Emily Marie Standish! Did you hang up on him again!?!"
"If you don't trust me, don't tell me to pick up the phone!!!"
"I don't have one near me! And I have to apply the rest of my make-up!"
Emily became frustrated and grabbed a nearby portable phone, went downstairs, and put the handset on the vanity. "Now you can pick it up."
"Thanks," Claire responded.
The phone rang again and Emily went upstairs. She picked up her phone and covered the bottom part. If this was Martin, she had to hear how he reacts to her own retort after slamming the phone down on him. She smiled, thinking of how red his face could be. It was a hunch but she was pretty sure that's how it is. She listened in to what they were speaking about.
"I can't find my cell phone anywhere. Have you seen it anywhere? I swear I left it there," Martin babbled on.
"What you mean is has Emily seen it anywhere," her mother sighed.
"I guess I do. She's an out-of-control kid."
"She's just had a tough life. And she's not that out of control."
"She needs to learn where to place her anger."
"You're right."
"Is anyone like that on your side of the family?"
"No."
"How about her father's?"
Emily hung up the phone. "Does he know who my father is?"
She thought about her father. She wanted to know who he was but Claire would never tell her. Her response was always 'John Johnson' as if she thought her daughter was brainless. However, she isn't and never has been. She had seen a picture before. It had three guys, her mother, and another girl. She asked her mother about it but she said nothing and took the picture away. Then, Emily got pissed and threw a picture frame. Glass shattered and divided everywhere. Emily was about six then. Now, instead of throwing glass and torturing her mother, she agonized her mother's boyfriends. She took joy in it and she was pretty good at coming up with new things to do. This time, it was taking Martin's call phone since he ruffled her hair last time she saw him. She was planning on destroying it, but it was a pretty cool phone so as an alternative, she played games on it. That's what she started to do when she hung up the phone.
Emily got bored after awhile and got on AOL Instant Messenger. Her Buddy List said that 14/75 people were on (even though most were friends with about twenty five SNs each), including one of her best friends, Joey Klein. Then, she got an IM. It was from her boyfriend of three weeks. She put her shoulder-length dark brown hair in a ponytail and answered back.
SK8RDTON:hi emily.
PrincessRebel: hey collin!
SK8RDTON:we need 2 talk.
PrincessRebel: abt what?
SK8RDTON: abt us.
PrincessRebel: what abt us?
SK8RDTON: i can't go out w/ u nemore.
PrincessRebel: & y not?
SK8RDTON: c, there's this grl.
PrincessRebel: & im nothing. got it.
SK8RDTON: i was hoping we'd still b friends.
PrincessRebel: well ur a naïve dumb*ss, huh?
SK8RDTON: come on emily!
PrincessRebel: go the **ck away!!!
Emily blocked him and started to cry softly. She told herself to stop but it seemed that her heart wouldn't listen to her head. She shut off her laptop and the phone rang five minutes afterwards. Claire yelled up to Emily that the call was for her. Emily stopped from crying just in case it was Collin and prepared to hang up. she answered and told her mom that she had it.
"Hello?" Emily said, not truly trusting her own voice.
"Emily, it's Joey. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Why would you think something's wrong?"
"Emily, I've been your friend since we were three. Plus, you never get off the 'net after two minutes."
"Nothing, leave me alone."
"Okay. Fine. I give up. Callie can handle this one."
"No. both of you leave me alone tonight."
"Ooh, having Collin over?"
"No. Not ever." Thanks a lot Joey. Ugh. Emily wanted to cry, but wouldn't let herself. Not now.
"I'm sorry Em. I have to go, my dad's calling. Bye."
"Bye."
They hung up and Emily got in her bed and put her Purple covers over her head. She didn't want to get up or even move. She wanted to just stay under her covers and never ever come out. Not for her mother. Not for Spike from 'Buffy'. Not for John Rzeznik. Not even for Vin Diesel. Staying under covers forever was her ultimate goal. Her mother yelled at her to come downstairs and Emily thought it over. She changed her mind and made sure that she wasn't all puffy and red. Then, she went downstairs to the living room where her mother was. She sat across from her mother Indian-style on the big, comfortable couch.
"Yes, Mother?" she asked.
"Did you take Martin's cell phone?"
"No."
"Emily, don't lie."
"It's upstairs."
Claire stared at her daughter skeptically. "That was easy. Too easy... What's wrong? Oh my gosh Emily, are you pregnant or something?"
"No. I'm not like you. I'm not gonna get pregnant in high school."
"But I had you."
"Yeah, I noticed.Mom, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Who's my father? Did you love eachother? Has he ever seen me?"
"I'm gonna have to go for my date. Martin's here."
"Tell me who he is."
"I have to leave."
"Tell me who he is!"
"I can't."
"What? You don't know who he is?"
"Of course I do."
"Then you'll tell me. At least tell me where you met him. I wanna know."
"I don't know what good it'll do for you. But I guess it won't do any damage. I met him in high school."
"Okay, now his name. Has he even ever seen me?"
"John Johnson. And no, he's never seen you."
"Why not?"
The doorbell rang and Claire ran to open the door. She waved quickly to her daughter and then left. Emily went quickly upstairs and to the attic. She looked through everything and found her mom's old yearbooks, but only at the signatures so she knew who her mom hung out with. She grabbed an old notebook in the corner and tore out two pieces of paper and got ready to write names (as she thought them of course).
Mmm k. There's Allison Reynolds, Brad Lens, Jenny Simpson, Andrew Clark, Kelly Basra, Jerry Guzman, Gina Breen, Brian Johnson, Sherry Lang, John Bender, Betsy Long, and Evan Lambert. So many people. Ooh, but Bender, Johnson, and Clark are in a group on one page with Allison. John Johnson. John or Brian. Or maybe Andrew. Emily Clark. Emily Johnson. Emily Bender. I'll just stick with Standish. None sound very appealing. Maybe I should meet them, just to be sure.
Emily went down to her laptop and looked up their numbers, along with some other's numbers too. She decided to call Betsy first, just to be sure. She dialed the number and tried to be peppy.
"Hello?" asked the voice who picked up.
"Hello, is Betsy Long there?" inquired Emily, smiling in her voice.
"This is she."
"Hello, this is Angelina April and I'm organizing a 'Welcome Back To The Eighties' themed party dance for Shermer High! And we were going to put pictures up of couples that went out back then. And at the dance, they have to dance with the people they went out with. And I got up to the S's with Emily Standish and she's not picking up her phone so I was wondering if you knew who she went out with. Senior year only please." Wow, I can lie fast. "That sounds so fun! Okay, let's see. Emily Standish. Oh yeah! She went out with Andrew Clark. rumored Brian Johnson.umm, Brad Lens, Evan Lambert. and John Bender. Yep, I think that's it."
"Oh, wow! Thank you! See you there! You'll get an invite soon!"
"Okay, bye!"
"Bye!"
Emily hung up and thought: Blonde. She had underlined all the names Betsy had said. She decided that if she was going to find out who her father was, she'd have to see the guys in person. She pinpointed their locations and printed them out on the regular computer in her mom's study. She reserved an online airplane ticket to Chicago Midway Airport and packed a take-on backpack with some clothes and her laptop (and charger chord). For money, she didn't know what she'd do. The phone rang. Emily picked it up.
"Hello, Standish residence," she said.
"Hey Emily. It's Clarissa."
"Um, Callie, I'm busy right now."
"Collin told me what happened. I'm so sorry. He's a freaking pain in the ass."
"Thanks. But Callie, I do have to go, all right? Call you later."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
They hung up and Emily got an idea of what to do. She called Joey.
"Joey here."
"Um, Joey. You gotta do me a favor or I'll die."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Lend me four hundred dollars?"
There was a pause. "Emily? What for?"
"Just please?"
"Not for drugs, right?"
"Joey, you know me better than that. Come on! Please. I need it fast."
"But I-"
"I'll pay you back, I swear. I just don't work or have an allowance. I get no money Rich Boy, while you're rolling in it."
"Fine, come on over. I'll see what I can do."
"Joey, you're a lifesaver."
"Uh huh."
"Bye."
"Farewell."
Emily got in her mom's car and then ran back in the house. She went in her mother's room and started looking through Claire's purses. She found one hundred dollars in all. She got all her things, cleaned up, and left, locking the door behind her. She got back in her mother's car and drove to Joey's house. She knocked on the door and Joey answered, in a t-shirt and jeans. His brown hair was messy, which was normal. Joey looked at her, waiting for her to come in and she did.
"Where is everybody?" asked Emily, looking around, but not really paying attention.
"Parents are watching a movie in the Game Room, Jacob is probably playing Nintendo, and Janet is upstairs sleeping. And I'm down here, talking to you," Joey answered, closing the door.
"Oh. so, um."
"The money."
"Uh huh."
"What's it for?"
"Can I call you about that later? You're parents are right upstairs."
"Fine. But Em, when you get wherever you're going on the plane ride, call me."
"How did-"
"The amount of money. You don't do drugs or gamble so I came up with airplane."
"Very scientific of you, Joseph."
By this time, Emily had her arms crossed and was comfortably leaning against the door and Joey was sort of towering over her. "Well, thank you."
"Well, I have to go. Can I have a goodbye hug?"
"Of course."
Emily hugged him and had her head lay on his chest. "Joey, you're the best. Such a gentleman." Em laughed. They pulled away.
"Emma, promise to call so I know you're okay."
"I promise."
"What'll I tell Callie?"
"To not worry. And stop standing over me like that, it's annoying. I'll kick your ass if you don't."
"Fine, sorry." Joey backed up and Emily smiled.
"It's okay. I gotta go now. My plane leaves in two hours." Emily turned around and opened the door. She started to leave but Joey took her hand. "Joseph Michael Klein, let go of me or I'll hurt you so bad." He let go.
"I just wanted to know.You sure you're gonna be alright?"
"I can hit and kick, fight, and probably kill."
"Please don't kill anyone. Bailing you out of jail in Illinois doesn't sound very desirable."
"You'd do it anyways." Emily smiled and walked to her car calling, "Bye! I'll call you!" She drove off to the airport as Joey watched.
Disclaimer: I don't own the original Breakfast Club. I wish I owned the three main guys (Bender, Andy, and Brian. they're all so HOTT!!!) off of it but sadly I don't.
The phone rang in the Standish house, conveniently located in north- eastern Texas. "Emily! Get that for me!" Claire screamed to her 16-year- old daughter.
"It's two thousand three. You'd think you'd remember the 'please'?" Emily whispered partially to herself and to a degree, her mother; she picked the phone up. Putting on a fake cheery voice, she answered, "Hello, Standish residence." The voice on the other end was not unknown to her. It was her mother's latest boyfriend of a month or two.
"Hello, Emily? It's Mart-," the voice started. Emily didn't let him finish his sentence. She hung up on him.
He was an annoying, superficial guy who worked at a business that her mother's friend, Frannie, worked at. Frannie didn't really like him either, at least that's what she revealed to Emily. She stated, 'His laugh is extremely loud, he chews with his mouth open, and he's just plain a pain in my ass!. Oops, sorry. Ass is a bad word. Don't say it.' As if she hadn't heard the word 'ass' already about one thousand times. Anyways, he got on Emily's nerves so much that she tried to leave the room whenever he was in it.
"Who was it!?!" her mom yelled up at her.
"Wrong number."
"Martin?! Was it Martin?!"
"No."
"Emily Marie Standish! Did you hang up on him again!?!"
"If you don't trust me, don't tell me to pick up the phone!!!"
"I don't have one near me! And I have to apply the rest of my make-up!"
Emily became frustrated and grabbed a nearby portable phone, went downstairs, and put the handset on the vanity. "Now you can pick it up."
"Thanks," Claire responded.
The phone rang again and Emily went upstairs. She picked up her phone and covered the bottom part. If this was Martin, she had to hear how he reacts to her own retort after slamming the phone down on him. She smiled, thinking of how red his face could be. It was a hunch but she was pretty sure that's how it is. She listened in to what they were speaking about.
"I can't find my cell phone anywhere. Have you seen it anywhere? I swear I left it there," Martin babbled on.
"What you mean is has Emily seen it anywhere," her mother sighed.
"I guess I do. She's an out-of-control kid."
"She's just had a tough life. And she's not that out of control."
"She needs to learn where to place her anger."
"You're right."
"Is anyone like that on your side of the family?"
"No."
"How about her father's?"
Emily hung up the phone. "Does he know who my father is?"
She thought about her father. She wanted to know who he was but Claire would never tell her. Her response was always 'John Johnson' as if she thought her daughter was brainless. However, she isn't and never has been. She had seen a picture before. It had three guys, her mother, and another girl. She asked her mother about it but she said nothing and took the picture away. Then, Emily got pissed and threw a picture frame. Glass shattered and divided everywhere. Emily was about six then. Now, instead of throwing glass and torturing her mother, she agonized her mother's boyfriends. She took joy in it and she was pretty good at coming up with new things to do. This time, it was taking Martin's call phone since he ruffled her hair last time she saw him. She was planning on destroying it, but it was a pretty cool phone so as an alternative, she played games on it. That's what she started to do when she hung up the phone.
Emily got bored after awhile and got on AOL Instant Messenger. Her Buddy List said that 14/75 people were on (even though most were friends with about twenty five SNs each), including one of her best friends, Joey Klein. Then, she got an IM. It was from her boyfriend of three weeks. She put her shoulder-length dark brown hair in a ponytail and answered back.
SK8RDTON:hi emily.
PrincessRebel: hey collin!
SK8RDTON:we need 2 talk.
PrincessRebel: abt what?
SK8RDTON: abt us.
PrincessRebel: what abt us?
SK8RDTON: i can't go out w/ u nemore.
PrincessRebel: & y not?
SK8RDTON: c, there's this grl.
PrincessRebel: & im nothing. got it.
SK8RDTON: i was hoping we'd still b friends.
PrincessRebel: well ur a naïve dumb*ss, huh?
SK8RDTON: come on emily!
PrincessRebel: go the **ck away!!!
Emily blocked him and started to cry softly. She told herself to stop but it seemed that her heart wouldn't listen to her head. She shut off her laptop and the phone rang five minutes afterwards. Claire yelled up to Emily that the call was for her. Emily stopped from crying just in case it was Collin and prepared to hang up. she answered and told her mom that she had it.
"Hello?" Emily said, not truly trusting her own voice.
"Emily, it's Joey. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Why would you think something's wrong?"
"Emily, I've been your friend since we were three. Plus, you never get off the 'net after two minutes."
"Nothing, leave me alone."
"Okay. Fine. I give up. Callie can handle this one."
"No. both of you leave me alone tonight."
"Ooh, having Collin over?"
"No. Not ever." Thanks a lot Joey. Ugh. Emily wanted to cry, but wouldn't let herself. Not now.
"I'm sorry Em. I have to go, my dad's calling. Bye."
"Bye."
They hung up and Emily got in her bed and put her Purple covers over her head. She didn't want to get up or even move. She wanted to just stay under her covers and never ever come out. Not for her mother. Not for Spike from 'Buffy'. Not for John Rzeznik. Not even for Vin Diesel. Staying under covers forever was her ultimate goal. Her mother yelled at her to come downstairs and Emily thought it over. She changed her mind and made sure that she wasn't all puffy and red. Then, she went downstairs to the living room where her mother was. She sat across from her mother Indian-style on the big, comfortable couch.
"Yes, Mother?" she asked.
"Did you take Martin's cell phone?"
"No."
"Emily, don't lie."
"It's upstairs."
Claire stared at her daughter skeptically. "That was easy. Too easy... What's wrong? Oh my gosh Emily, are you pregnant or something?"
"No. I'm not like you. I'm not gonna get pregnant in high school."
"But I had you."
"Yeah, I noticed.Mom, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Who's my father? Did you love eachother? Has he ever seen me?"
"I'm gonna have to go for my date. Martin's here."
"Tell me who he is."
"I have to leave."
"Tell me who he is!"
"I can't."
"What? You don't know who he is?"
"Of course I do."
"Then you'll tell me. At least tell me where you met him. I wanna know."
"I don't know what good it'll do for you. But I guess it won't do any damage. I met him in high school."
"Okay, now his name. Has he even ever seen me?"
"John Johnson. And no, he's never seen you."
"Why not?"
The doorbell rang and Claire ran to open the door. She waved quickly to her daughter and then left. Emily went quickly upstairs and to the attic. She looked through everything and found her mom's old yearbooks, but only at the signatures so she knew who her mom hung out with. She grabbed an old notebook in the corner and tore out two pieces of paper and got ready to write names (as she thought them of course).
Mmm k. There's Allison Reynolds, Brad Lens, Jenny Simpson, Andrew Clark, Kelly Basra, Jerry Guzman, Gina Breen, Brian Johnson, Sherry Lang, John Bender, Betsy Long, and Evan Lambert. So many people. Ooh, but Bender, Johnson, and Clark are in a group on one page with Allison. John Johnson. John or Brian. Or maybe Andrew. Emily Clark. Emily Johnson. Emily Bender. I'll just stick with Standish. None sound very appealing. Maybe I should meet them, just to be sure.
Emily went down to her laptop and looked up their numbers, along with some other's numbers too. She decided to call Betsy first, just to be sure. She dialed the number and tried to be peppy.
"Hello?" asked the voice who picked up.
"Hello, is Betsy Long there?" inquired Emily, smiling in her voice.
"This is she."
"Hello, this is Angelina April and I'm organizing a 'Welcome Back To The Eighties' themed party dance for Shermer High! And we were going to put pictures up of couples that went out back then. And at the dance, they have to dance with the people they went out with. And I got up to the S's with Emily Standish and she's not picking up her phone so I was wondering if you knew who she went out with. Senior year only please." Wow, I can lie fast. "That sounds so fun! Okay, let's see. Emily Standish. Oh yeah! She went out with Andrew Clark. rumored Brian Johnson.umm, Brad Lens, Evan Lambert. and John Bender. Yep, I think that's it."
"Oh, wow! Thank you! See you there! You'll get an invite soon!"
"Okay, bye!"
"Bye!"
Emily hung up and thought: Blonde. She had underlined all the names Betsy had said. She decided that if she was going to find out who her father was, she'd have to see the guys in person. She pinpointed their locations and printed them out on the regular computer in her mom's study. She reserved an online airplane ticket to Chicago Midway Airport and packed a take-on backpack with some clothes and her laptop (and charger chord). For money, she didn't know what she'd do. The phone rang. Emily picked it up.
"Hello, Standish residence," she said.
"Hey Emily. It's Clarissa."
"Um, Callie, I'm busy right now."
"Collin told me what happened. I'm so sorry. He's a freaking pain in the ass."
"Thanks. But Callie, I do have to go, all right? Call you later."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
They hung up and Emily got an idea of what to do. She called Joey.
"Joey here."
"Um, Joey. You gotta do me a favor or I'll die."
"Okay, what is it?"
"Lend me four hundred dollars?"
There was a pause. "Emily? What for?"
"Just please?"
"Not for drugs, right?"
"Joey, you know me better than that. Come on! Please. I need it fast."
"But I-"
"I'll pay you back, I swear. I just don't work or have an allowance. I get no money Rich Boy, while you're rolling in it."
"Fine, come on over. I'll see what I can do."
"Joey, you're a lifesaver."
"Uh huh."
"Bye."
"Farewell."
Emily got in her mom's car and then ran back in the house. She went in her mother's room and started looking through Claire's purses. She found one hundred dollars in all. She got all her things, cleaned up, and left, locking the door behind her. She got back in her mother's car and drove to Joey's house. She knocked on the door and Joey answered, in a t-shirt and jeans. His brown hair was messy, which was normal. Joey looked at her, waiting for her to come in and she did.
"Where is everybody?" asked Emily, looking around, but not really paying attention.
"Parents are watching a movie in the Game Room, Jacob is probably playing Nintendo, and Janet is upstairs sleeping. And I'm down here, talking to you," Joey answered, closing the door.
"Oh. so, um."
"The money."
"Uh huh."
"What's it for?"
"Can I call you about that later? You're parents are right upstairs."
"Fine. But Em, when you get wherever you're going on the plane ride, call me."
"How did-"
"The amount of money. You don't do drugs or gamble so I came up with airplane."
"Very scientific of you, Joseph."
By this time, Emily had her arms crossed and was comfortably leaning against the door and Joey was sort of towering over her. "Well, thank you."
"Well, I have to go. Can I have a goodbye hug?"
"Of course."
Emily hugged him and had her head lay on his chest. "Joey, you're the best. Such a gentleman." Em laughed. They pulled away.
"Emma, promise to call so I know you're okay."
"I promise."
"What'll I tell Callie?"
"To not worry. And stop standing over me like that, it's annoying. I'll kick your ass if you don't."
"Fine, sorry." Joey backed up and Emily smiled.
"It's okay. I gotta go now. My plane leaves in two hours." Emily turned around and opened the door. She started to leave but Joey took her hand. "Joseph Michael Klein, let go of me or I'll hurt you so bad." He let go.
"I just wanted to know.You sure you're gonna be alright?"
"I can hit and kick, fight, and probably kill."
"Please don't kill anyone. Bailing you out of jail in Illinois doesn't sound very desirable."
"You'd do it anyways." Emily smiled and walked to her car calling, "Bye! I'll call you!" She drove off to the airport as Joey watched.