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Author's Note: This is my first Breakfast Club story, I hope you all like it. I'm really excited to be here and to be contributing something after I've been able to read so many great stories from you all! I must admit, right now, to being a hopeless John and Claire addict. Reviews, of course, would be very much appreciated!

MUSINGS OF AN EARRING

She's different since she met him.

It's hard to know exactly how it happened, but it's all changed her - that incredible Saturday, knowing him.

I guess he made her see herself in a light that she never could before: the good and the bad.

He's humbled her in the best way possible, and at the same time he shows her all of the love and passion that's been missing from her life.

And she, oh she's had a great effect on him as well.

They make quite a picture together.

She has really softened him in some ways, though if you value your health you won't say that to his face.

It's kind of funny actually, when they're together I have a chance to interact with my counterpart residing in his ear.

I've received some interesting insight into his character through these conversations.

For instance, he keeps a picture of her that he apparently snapped while she wasn't paying attention (I didn't notice, either).

He has it stashed in his wallet during the day, and tucked under his pillow at night.

Heehe, can you imagine his face if anyone ever found out! That cocky little smirk of his would probably slide right off.

She would like it though; that would score him major points; wonder if he's thought of that.

Probably has, seems he's thought of just about every way to get up her skirt.

Ha, hasn't managed it yet; though to be honest it's probably just a matter of time.

That guy has quite an effect on her.

I must admit to being a bit skeptical of him - I thought 'great, I'm history, she's not going to keep wearing me – just one half of pair.'

But, much to my immense joy, I retained my coveted spot.

I think that I'm sort of a symbol now or something - a sign of their love; each of them wearing one.

She just wears a mis-match in the other side, but I'm a constant. A constant reminder that fate works in funny ways sometimes.

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