AN:
Hello, welcome to my Breakfast Club fanfic. I was looking through other fanfics and to my knowledge I saw that aren't that many stories that feature Brian/Allison, a couple I and a few other people I know like, so I thought I should change that. This story will mainly focus on Allison and Brian's eventual romance, but I'll also detail the lives of John, Claire, and Andrew. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Breakfast Club or any of its characters.
Brian stepped through his front door, past his father, and headed straight towards the stairs. "I'm gonna go study." He shouted as he started sprinting up.
"You better." His mother said as she sat on the couch flipping through a Peoples magazine. "Wait, hold on." She placed the magazine on top of the countless others that had stacked on the coffee table over the years. "Give me your sweater. I'm doing a load."
"Mom it's not dirty."
"Brian, I saw you wearing it yesterday. Now give me your sweater."
With a look of defeat on his face Brian pulled off the sweater and tossed it across the room to his mom. Catching it in her hands she took a whiff of it and grew a nauseous expression. "This smells awful!" She held the sweater at arm's length. "Did you sit next to that punk-kid I saw walking today?"
"Yeah mom I sat next to him."
Brian didn't appreciate the tone his mother spoke of John with, but he had to play along with her. What else was he suppose to do? Tell her the thing she smelled was the pot he smoke earlier?
"Ok, may I go now?" He asked placing his hand on the railing.
"While I'm at it give me your shirt too."
"Mom come on-"
"Brian." His Dad said as he sat down in his chair. "Just give your mom your shirt." Brian's dad, a quiet glasses wearing man by the name of Ned, spent most of his time after work and on the weekends seated in his living room chair, his face buried behind a book while the world went on around him.
"Unbelievable." Brian murmured as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his pale white chest.
"What'd you say, young man?"
"I didn't say anything, mom." He tossed her the shirt and she caught it with her free hand.
"Ew!" Brian's little sister, Alex, said pointing at his chest. She laid belly down on the floor as she watched Diff'rent Strokes.
"Don't you have some coloring books to fill out or something?" Brian said trying to brush her off.
"Don't you have some studying to do!?"
"Twerp!"
"Hey!" Brian's mom shouted pointing a finger at him, "Don't talk to your sister that way! And she's right mister, you get your butt up there and you go study."
As Brian turned around and headed upstairs him and his sister shot each other a nasty look.
Stepping into his room Brian shut his door and rested the back of his head on the frame. Jeez, it's not like Mr. Nelson is going to walk in here and dock me for not going over complex numbers.
Brian took his head off his door and planted himself at his desk. It was somewhat organized with his English, Pre-Calculus, Physics, and American History textbooks all stacked in the corner reminding him what his day-to-day school schedule entailed. His only other class besides that and Homeroom was Shop, and he was reminded of that by the ceramic grey elephant lying next to his desk lamp. He kept it there to keep himself vigilant in his pursuit for a higher G.P.A. Plus it added some variety to his dull looking room which was only decorated with old projects and a large wooden bookshelf.
Brian reached for his Physics textbook and opened it the section on Circuits. He'd already gone over the practice and section reviews but thought it wouldn't hurt to make sure he had it committed to memory. As he scanned his way through the pages Brian thought of John ripping the paper out of that library book earlier in the day. Brian could never picture himself actually doing a thing like that, but there were times in class when Mrs. Gilbert was droning on in her lecture and he was staring absentmindedly at the pages of his English book that he wished he would.
In between sentences Brian would glance up at his clock and read the time allowed to himself. The clock ticked on in red digital numbers; "4:32", "4:36", "4:40". After glancing at it for eight minutes he realized he was just reading the same paragraph over, and over, and over again. His mind wandered, thinking what the others where up to right now. He remembered Claire and Andy talking about a party at Stubbie's, he guessed they'd probably be heading there tonight. John would be out doing… something. And Allison…
"Allison." Brian said out loud resting his chin on his palm.
I wonder what she does for fun. You know, besides pickpocketing people.
Brian laughed a little to himself
Hm, I'll have to ask her next time I see her.
And Brian planned on seeing her. Even if the others were still hesitant about showing it off in public, he considered all of them his friends. But even if the other three gave each other the cold shoulder, he didn't see why him and Allison couldn't be friends. It's not like his social circle would mind. Actually his friends would be blown away. The life of a Physics club member didn't entail many girls, or just ones you'd be interested in. Yeah, he wouldn't ignore her.
Why do I keep thinking about Allison? I need to focus.
Brian returned to the diagrams in the book. "A circuit which contains little resistance is known as a short-circuit..." Trailing off Brian stared out his window to the left. As usually for a Saturday afternoon the neighborhood kids were out playing roller-hockey in the street.
"I wish I was out there instead of right here, and that's saying something."
Looking back at his book Brian hesitated before shutting it closed and pushing it forward.
"You know what, I'm done studying for today. I'm just gonna sit back and relax. It's Saturday, I'd like to think I deserve a day off."
Leaning back in his desk chair Brian closed his eyes and relived the awesome events of the day: running through the halls, getting high, dancing with the guys, and just speaking his mind. It was great, just great. But there was one thing that bugged Brian. That being Andrew. Now don't get him wrong, he thought Andy was a nice guy, especially when compared to the other jocks him and his friends dealt with. But a guy like that could get any girl he wanted, why'd he have to go after Allison?
Jeez, I know I'm sounding like an ass, but it just doesn't seem right to me. I don't know, I'm probably just jealous. The last time I had came close to dating a girl was 8th grade. But whatever, I guess the two of them will be happy together... -.
A knock came from the bedroom door. "Brian, are you working in there?"
"Yes mom!" Brian reopened his book and stuck his eyes to a random page. "Focus Brian, quit thinking about this."
"Tyler, you get that weed yet?" John Bender sat on the floor of his pal Tommy's room. Tommy, Tyler, and John shared a six-pack of Budweiser as they listened to Cheap Trick.
"No, not yet..." Tyler said as he silently sipped his beer.
"Well then, would you mind giving me back my cash?"
"Well that's the thing… I don't really have it anymore…"
"Where is it then?" John had a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Man…" Tyler started rubbing the back of his neck, "you know it's hard to explain…"
"Well fuckin' enlighten me."
"Ok. You know how my cousin Rob was supposed to hook me up with that guy?"
"Yes, I do recall."
"Well ok, Rob called me up and told him to meet him at the park. So I showed up and gave him the cash, and he walked over to his guy, and he gave it to him."
"Yeah, so?"
"Well they just got on their bikes and left."
"…what?"
"They just left."
"With the cash?"
"Yeah."
Bender finished guzzling down his beer and threw the can at Tyler's head. "You fuckin' retard!"
"Ow!" Tyler said rubbing his head. "Why the fuck you do that?"
"Because your moronic ass let them hightail it out of there!"
"Yeah that was pretty dumb, Tyler." Tommy said as he tossed John another beer.
"What the fuck was I suppose to do!? Chase 'em down?"
"Yeah you dumb bastard!" John shook his head. "Where's your cousin?"
"I don't know."
"How the hell do you not know!?"
"Fuck man! I just don't! I tried calling my aunt to find out where his apartment is but her phone's been off the hook for the past week!"
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Tyler. How has someone as dumb as you made it this far in life without being run over by a short-bus?"
"Why are you being such an asshole about this?"
"Because moron, all my money just got donated to your inbred cousins charity!"
"Like you need money!"
"Why the fuck wouldn't I?"
"Oh! I don't know! Maybe 'cause you got a fuckin' diamond earning on."
"What?" Tommy said sitting up from his bed. He leaned over and checked out John's left ear. "Hey man, is that a real diamond?" He asked reaching for it.
"Hands off pothead!" John smacked away Tommy's hand. "And for your information, Tyler, whether I actually need the money doesn't fuckin' matter 'cause it's still my fuckin' money! So you're gonna find your cousin! And you're gonna reacquire my cash, plus interest!"
"Alright! Alright! Jeez! I'll ask around!"
"You better Tyler, or it's your ass!" John finished his beer and dropped the crushed can on the bedroom carpet. "Thanks for the refreshments Tommy-boy, I'm gonna head out." John got up and stepped over the dirty clothes laid about on the ground.
"Adios, John." Tommy said staring up at the ceiling. "Oh hey, Monica called earlier and asked where you were today. You and her together again?"
"No way, I got a new girl. Real special."
"Like fresh cherry special?" Tyler said looking up.
"No numb-nuts! I mean 'real' special. She's not like Monica or Hayley."
"Ahhh, Hayley." Tommy happily nodded to himself. "Whatever happened to her?"
"Dude, she lives right across the street from you." Tyler said.
"Oh…"
"You airheads are giving me a headache. See you monday." John said leaving the room.
"See ya." They both said in unison.
"… I thought Alex lived across the street?"
"She does. Alex is Hayley's sister dumbass."
"Oh…"
Stepping on to the sidewalk John flipped up his coat's collar and walked home.
"'Real' special, huh? Jesus, I sound likely some corny romantic…" Crossing the street Bender reached up and rubbed the earring sitting laying on his earlobe. As he touched the diamond in the cold Illinois night air he felt a little warmth grow from his chest.
God damn. You know, I'm actually kind of looking forward to Monday.
AN:
So that was chapter 1 of my Breakfast Club fanfic. I usually upload longer chapters but I just wanted to get something out this weekend to gage people's interest. Are you guys interested in Brian/Allison? Leave a review and tell me what you think. P.S. I'm also looking for a beta so if you're interested send me a message :)