A/N: It sucks. Seriously. But read it anyway! Because I have fun writing it.

Disclaimer: Llamas does not own the Breakfast Club.

Chapter One:

In Which Andy's Thoughts Are Interrupted

Andy couldn't really stop thinking about Alison. It wasn't so much because he liked her, but because he had never met anybody like her before. It was bizarre, because there was nothing extra special about her – only eccentric behaviors and sharp eyes – and even stranger that he couldn't remember ever seeing her before that Saturday. Suddenly this girl he didn't know was all he was all he thought about.

When he saw her the Monday after he hadn't said anything to her. He wished he had, but he knew that he couldn't. She was back in her old mangy clothes, looking like a demon-possessed bum, and he was surrounded by his friends and he remembered what Claire said about him. He didn't want to lie to his friends and tell them that he didn't really know Alison. He didn't want to treat her like she was nothing. (She wasn't nothing.) So he simply didn't acknowledge her.

Admittedly, that probably wasn't the nicest thing to do. But it wasn't like Alison even looked at him. Every time he neared her, she would turn around and walk the other direction.

He knew why she did it. He tried not to think about that.

Sometimes, when he least expected it, the image of Alison's face would come into his head. Her chin would jut out in defiance, her eyes sparkling hypnotically, her lips pink and smooth. (He wanted to touch them.) Slowly, more would be attached to the face: a head of thick hair and a slender, pale body. She wouldn't be hidden by a dark overcoat. She would be wearing nothing but a red bikini – nothing to cover her curves or her long, thin belly – and she would look at him and smile sweetly like she had nothing to hide. After that, Andrew made himself think of something else.

She wasn't his type. His dad would hate her.

(She was desperate and beautiful and lonely, and so was Andrew, and he wanted her so, so badly.)

It was eight thirty-seven PM, and he was reading about graphs and trying not to think about her, when there was a noise at his window.

Tap.

He hoped it wasn't some ex-girlfriend throwing rocks in attempt to romance him. He really couldn't deal with that right now.

Taptaptap.

The light was on in his room, but he wondered if he could pretend that he was asleep. He closed his book and laid down.

Thump.

He sat up. That wasn't just a pebble.

He quickly went to the window before something else large and heavy could be thrown. It was sort of dark out side and he couldn't see who was out there, but he immediately realized that it wasn't a girl. "What the hell? You're going to break my window."

"Shhh!" said the person. "You're gonna get me caught. Anyway, you weren't answering."

Andy blinked a few times in surprise, thinking to himself that he should have his ears checked. There was no way he heard the voice he just heard. "Bender?" he asked.

"No, your grandma," the guy scoffed sarcastically. "Are you gonna let me up or what? I need a place to sleep."

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A/N: Please review? Tell me if I should keep posting. And also, give me an idea for a better title.

I feel as if there isn't enough profanity...yet...