Disclaimer: I do not own the Breakfast Club. I own none of the characters except Molly and her father. All credit goes to John Hughes for both writing and directing the movie.


After a few minutes everyone was starting to get really bored. Molly was laying on the back table watching John light his shoe on fire and then using that to light his cigarette, which he shared with Molly. After that Molly laid on her side facing away from John and began to fall asleep. As she did she barely noticed someone laying down beside her, putting their arm around her waist.

"Wake up!"

Molly slowly opened her eyes to find that she had rolled over in her sleep and was now facing John who had joined her on the table and had his arm around her. He was also awake, but they didn't move. After a short time of looking into each others eyes John smirked.

"Who has to go to the lavatory?"

Everyone raised their hands. After everyone had gone and Vernon had left everyone was doing their own thing. The girl in the back was sitting in her chair quietly, Cherry was painting her nails, Andrew was stretching, Johnson was playing with the pencil sharpner, Molly was facing away from the tables messing up the title cards for the library and John was ripping a book apart.

Andy looked up at him, "That's real intelligent."

"You're right. It's wrong to destory literature. It's such fun to read. And Molay really pumps my nads."

Molly smiled when she heard Cherry correct John, "Moliere."

Johnson spoke up, "I love his work."

John threw a bunch of pages at him.

"Big deal. Nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy."

John jumped down from the counter and stood behind Molly, putting his arms around her to help her mess up the cards.

Andy looked at his back, "Speak for yourself."

"Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language."

Andy turned around and started talking to Cherry about a party. John leaned in and subtly smelled Molly's hair.

"You smell nice. What do you use?"

"Shampoo."

"Molly."

Molly turned around and looked past John to see Andy looking at her.

"Stubby's having a big party. Dean's gonna be there."

"Yay for Dean," Molly said sarcastically.

"I thought you and Dean were going out."

"We were and then I dumped him before school started."

"Why?"

"Because he kept saying I had sex with him."

"So? He was nervous because the guys wanted details."

"One: That's stupid. Two: He said he paid me for it. All summer I had dorks like Johnson come up to me and asked if I'd have sex with them for money."

"Whatever, you coming?"

"No, I'm not fucking coming."

John watched Molly throughout the conversation. When Molly noticed him she gave him a questioning look. Andy looked back at Cherry and started talking about her parents.

"It's like they use me to get back at each other."

"Ha!"

Everyone looked at the girl in the back in surprise.

"Shut up!"

Andy smirked and said, "You're just feeling sorry for yourself."

"Yeah, if I didn't no one else would."

"Oh, you're breaking my heart."

John turned around, "Sporto?"

"What?"

"You get along with your parents?"

"Well, if I say yes, I'm an idoit, right?"

"You're an idoit anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents, well, you're a liar too."

"You know something, man? If we weren't in school, I'd waste you."

John held his hand out, "Can you hear this? You want me to turn it up?"

He flipped his hand over revealing that he was flipping Andrew off. Johnson walked up to the both of them.

"Hey, fellows, I mean I don't like my parents, either. I mean, I don't...I don't get along with them. Their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko, you know."

John turned his attention to Johnson, "Dork."

"Yeah."

"You are parents wet dream, okay?"

"That's the problem."

"Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kind of clothes, but, face it, you're a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie. What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?"

Andy spoke out, "Why do you have to insult everybody?"

"I'm being honest, asshole. I would expect you to know the difference."

"Well, he's got a name."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, " He turned to Johnson, "What's your name?"

"Brian."

"See?"

John walked to the front of the room, "My condolences."

Cherry spoke up, "What's your name?"

"What's yours?"

"Claire."

"Claire?"

"Claire. It's a family name."

"Oh. It's a fat girl's name."

"Oh, thank you."

"Your welcome."

"I'm not fat."

"Not at present, but I can see you really pushing maxium density. You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat and there's fat people that were once thin, but they became fat. So when you look at them, you can sort of see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married. You're gonna squeeze out a few puppies, and then," John initated her inflating. Claire flipped him off.

"Oh. Obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl."

"I'm not that pristine."

"Are you a virgin? I bet you a million dollars that you are. Let's end the suspense. Is it going to be a white wedding?"

"Why don't you just shut up?"

"Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth? Have you ever been felt up...over the bra...under the blouse...your shoes off, hoping to God your parents don't walk in?"

"Do you want me to puke?"

Molly tried to help Claire, "John, why don't you just leave her alone?"

John walked infront of Molly and stared at her, "What about you? Over the panties," he looked down her shirt, "no bra, blouse unbuttoned, Calvins in a ball on the front seat past 11'oclock on a school night?"

Andrew stood up, "Leave her alone."

Molly tried to look away but John moved to keep eye contact.

"I said leave her alone."

"You gonna make me?"

"Yeah."

"You and how many of your friends?"

"Just me. Just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you. You hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready, pal."

John went to playfully slap Andrew but Andrew quickly took him to the floor.

"I don't want to get into this with you, man."

Andrew let him up, "Why not?"

"Beacuse I'd kill you. It's real simple. I'd kill you and your fucking parents would sue me, and it'd be a big mess. I don't care enough about you to bother."

"Chickenshit."

John pulled out a knife and stuck it in a chair.

"Let's end this right now," Andrew pointed at Molly. "You don't talk to her. You don't look at her. And you don't even think about her! You understand me?"

"I'm trying to help her."