For Better Hallway Vision
It's after Saturday, after old bonds have been severed and new ones forged. But can the Breakfast Club hold on to each other in a school of people determined to tear them apart?
Everything herein takes place after the famous Saturday detention which is, of course, the focus of the movie. John a little OoC sometimes. Anything in italics is what happens during the movie, some of which is only what I think happened. This is my very first fanfic, so be kind, but please R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and therefore I can't be sued.
John Bender was walking home at 4:15 on Saturday. It was cold out, but he could still feel the heat of Claire's lips on his. He still remembered what had happened after Claire had found him in the closet…
He felt her lips touch his neck very gently, then she drew back.
"What'd you do that for?"
"'Cause I knew you wouldn't."
"Maybe I would have. How do you know?" he said sarcastically.
"No you wouldn't have."
He smiled. "You were right. I am scared."
He'd said goodbye to her only fifteen minutes ago, but he missed her already. He didn't think he would ever be the same again.
He cut through the woods behind some houses and finally reached his own home. He used the word "home" very loosely, of course.
He opened the door and found his father passed out on the couch in an alcohol-induced stupor. He walked in as quietly as he could, closing the door behind him. His mother was probably still at work.
He started up the stairs toward his bedroom, freezing in place when his father grunted and rolled over in his sleep. John Jr. resumed his trip up the steps and into his room, closing the door behind him.
Claire's father pulled the Mercedes into the driveway.
"I'm having dinner with some clients tonight, honey. Your mother's got a big project going on at work, so she'll be home late. Will you be all right?"
"Sure," she said, wondering whether her father would have changed his plans if she had said no. He probably wouldn't have.
She got out of the car and slammed the door half-heartedly, then walked up the sidewalk and opened the door, closing it behind her. When she heard the Mercedes back onto the road and pull away, she let out the breath she had been holding in.
It was a relief to be alone in the house. When her father had said he was going to have dinner, he'd meant he was going to see the woman he'd been sleeping with lately. Her mother would probably be gone all night with her own significant other as well, but that was just fine with Claire. It meant she would have time to herself to think over the events of the day. It meant she would have time to herself to think about John.
A while later, John was lying on his bed, headphones over his ears, thinking more about Claire than about the music.
One thing he did hear, though, over the blaring Metallica, was the doorknob slowly turning. He had forgotten to lock it.
He reached into his pocket and it took a moment for him to register what he was just beginning to realize.
"Shit."
Allison had forgotten to give him back his switchblade.
And now the door was slowly opening, and John Bender Sr. stood on the other side.