A/N: Thank you to the three followers, though I wouldn't mind a few comments to help keep me going on with the story. Oh and thank you Guest for reviewing, I hope you like this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Breakfast Club unfortunately. John Hughes owns it, may he rest in peace.
It was pink.
A bright pink, frilly dress that is definately not Allison Reynolds. She was already thinking about not going to the wedding, there was no way that she was walking down the aisle in that.
Allison was actually surprised, she had thought that Bender would've left the red-head by now, instead he was marrying her. In just a few months. And they wanted her and Brian there.
Well, John did anyway.
Allison wasn't too sure about Claire.
"So... are we going or not?"
She looked up at the blonde and thought for a moment, she couldn't just let Brian go alone, he was still too innocent to go alone, despite him being 25. She remembered what Bender had wrote, he had said please. As far as Allison could tell, John Bender had never, ever, used the word please.
She just gave him a shrug, "I guess."
June 20th, 1994. 12:17 P.M. Shermer Airport
The plane ride was, horrifying. First class was nothing like the stories that Allison had heard. In fact, it was probably worse than what a regular seat on the plane would have been. Allison's back was aching from the rude kid who kept kicking the back of her seat. She could only guess that the kid played soccer because he kicked hard.
She was absolutely exhausted, she couldn't get any sleep on that stupid plane because the stewardess kept on coming by and asking her if she needed anything.
"Ow." She said as she felt a sharp pain in her back, she turned around and saw Brian getting ready to poke her again. Allison sent him a glare and he smiled.
"Your luggage mad'am." He gestured to her suitcase and bag, that was sliding on that moving machine that Allison had never knew the name of. She rolled her eyes and picked up her bags, wincing at the pain in her back.
"Let's just go already. I'm exausted."
There was a limo outside waiting for them.
A limo.
The driver held up a sign with their names on it.
"Cool!" Brian exclaimed.
Allison's mouth hung open, sure she had expected a taxi, but a limo?
Must be Bender's idea. Claire would never do this, especially to people who aren't even her friends anymore.
"Just get in." the driver said.
Rude, Allison thought as she climbed inside.
To the hotel they go.
Her hotel room was okay.
It most certainly wasn't big, but she was fine with that.
Allison threw her bags on the bed and then threw herself on the bed, ready to go to sleep.
Just as she was dozing off, a knock came at her door. She groaned and got off the bed, walking over to the door.
When she opened her door, she saw Brian, and in his arms, was Bryce.
"This belongs to you?" He said playfully.
"How did he get here?" She asked, taking the 3-legged cat carefully in her arms. "He climbed into my suitcase while we were packing. At least, that's what I think is what happened. All I know is, that when I opened my suitcase, there he was."
Allison nodded and set the black cat on her bed. "Thanks Brian. Now, get out." She teased.
Brian mocked her but putting on a hurt face, but then he smiled and waved, leaving the room.
Allison sighed and pushed the suitcase off her bed before curling up on the bed. She felt the cat move up to her chest and lay there. Allison smiled and hugged the cat closer to her.
She fell asleep right there.
A/N: Sorry it's short. I'll work on it. We'll see Bender in the next one.