A/N: My very first Breakfast Club story. I absolutely hate Claire and Andy. Claire acted like such a bitch in the movie and I hate the way Andy had treated Bender. I also hate the Bender/Claire and Andy/Allison pairing, its so cliche and Allison didn't have to change, just get a guy! Especially someone who had taped up a poor kid's butt just to impress his dad.
So anyway, this is a future fic. 10 years into the future. And since the movie never said the exact ages, I'm just gonna guess.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Breakfast Club, unless you count the dvd. It belongs to the late and great John Hughes.
June 17th, 1994. 7:39 AM. Apartment building B of 'Marvine's Plaza Apartments', room 795.
The scratching and meowing at her door is what woke her up. Allison yawned and moved the blankets off of her, sitting up while doing so. She set her naked feet on the warm carpet and stood up. She stepped over various things while on the way to the door.
When she finally got to the door, she opened it and laughed slightly when she felt the claws on her legs. "Alright, alright, what do you want?" She picked him up and held him carefully to her chest.
She left the room and walked down the small hallway, into her kitchen. She set the black cat on the kitchen counter and sifted through one of the cabinets. Finally, she pulled out a can of cat food and grabbed a small bowl, opening the can and pouring it into the bowl. She set the bowl down in front of the cat and watched him eat, running her pale fingers through his black as night fur.
"You're my best friend Bryce."
"I thought I was your best friend."
Allison smiled as she saw a certain blonde walk out of his room, his hair disheveled, his white t-shirt and boxers wrinkled, his glasses a little crooked on his nose.
"You're a close second Brian."
What? You didn't really think it was Andy, do you? Allison hasn't seen him in nine years, after the break-up. They had made it only 1 year as a couple after that fateful Saturday detention, before she ended it. Apparently, Andy had only liked her when she had changed her clothes and makeup, and had only stayed with her because he felt guilty about it.
That was when the Breakfast Club was going downhill. Claire apparently was afraid that Allison was going to steal John away from her, and so she started acting like a total stuck-up bitch to her, causing Brian to stand up to the red-head. Bender was stuck with choosing sides, and he eventually chose his 'Cherry', but he still made sure to be at least social with the other two.
Now Allison Reynolds is 26 years old, lives in New York in a middle class apartment, with Brian Johnson as her roommate and, close second to Bryce, best friend, only able to afford this apartment with selling her art and working at the local coffee house (with the help of Brian's part-time job while he was at University).
Anyway, back to the present.
Brian walked over to the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice, pouring himself and Allison a cup. "Shouldn't you be at school?" She said, taking a sip of her juice. He sent her a goofy smile and raised an eyebrow, "Shouldn't you be at work?"
"Day off."
"Me too."
Allison nodded and watched as her roommate rubbed Bryce behind the ear, a smirk made its way on her face when she heard the cat purr.
"I'm gonna go down to the lobby and check the mail, okay?" Brain nodded and Allison quietly left the apartment.
While in the elevator, Allison got odd stares from the people inside. Most likely they were giving her stares for her attire, which was only plaid pajama shorts and a black flannel shirt that was too big for her. Her hair is shorter now, more of a light brown, and out of her eyes. She had chosen a few years ago to not wear any makeup any more, deciding it just wasn't worth it.
She felt a small tug on the hem of her shirt and she looked down. A little girl, possibly 7 or 8, with black, curly hair that was tied into pigtails, smiled up at her. "Hi. You have pretty hair."
Allison smiled back, "So do you." The little girl giggled, "What's your name?"
"Allison."
"My name is Taylor."
"Nice to meet you Taylor."
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Allison gave the girl a little wave and walked out, stepping into the main lobby.
She walked all the way to the front desk and rang the bell over and over before she felt a hand on top of hers.
She looked up to see Greg, the manager, a man in his late 40's, his hair line thinning, and his beard a smoky gray. "Yes Allison?"
She smirked and rested her elbows on the counter, "Do I have any mail?" Greg sighed tiredly and nodded before heading into the back room, where all the mail was separated and stored. Greg was a generally nice guy, but he was always stressed with work and taking care of his mom.
After a few minutes of tapping her gnarled, chewed off, nails on the counter, Greg came back with a stack of envelopes laying on top of a box. A big box. A big rectangular box that Allison was very curious about. For a moment she wondered what was in it, but she brushed it off quickly.
"Thanks Greg." She took all of the mail, including the box, and stumbled over to the elevator.
"What's that?"
Allison kicked the apartment door closed and walked into the living room and set everything on the coffee table. She looked at Brian and saw that his gaze was now on the big box that she had to lug all the way to their apartment. The string that he held to play with Bryce was now being clawed at by the cat.
"I have no idea."
"Well... let's open it!"
"Not yet, I need to check every other mail you know."
Brian huffed and sat down next to her on the couch. Allison sifted through the mail, "Bills, bills, bills, bills, even more bills... and two silver envelopes."
The blonde's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and grabbed the envelope that had his name on it. Allison stared at her envelope before grabbing the switchblade off the coffee table, the switchblade that she had stolen from Bender, and cut the envelope open.
She raised an eyebrow before pulling out the pink letter,
You are invited to the wedding of: Claire Marie Standish and John December 24th, 1994. Shermer, Chicago. R.S.V.P.
Claire had written something under it,
PS: I need you to fly out as soon as possible, your ticket should be in the envelope. You're one of my bridesmaids (John talked me into it) so I already sent you the dress.
Allison looked closely at the letter and noticed some other markings seeped through the paper, she quickly flipped it over,
You are one lucky person Klepto. I had to argue with Claire over and over again to invite you and Big Bri. Please come, most of the guests are Claire's friends and family. I need you here. PS:
Bender wrote it.
Suddenly Allison was even more curious about, what she knew, the dress in that box.
She lifted herself off of the couch and picked up the box. Using the knife, she slit the tape apart and the flaps opened.
She peered inside.
Oh. Hell. No.
A/N: I hope you guys liked it. I do NOT take hate comments about this pairing or my story, I WILL delete it and/or report you.