A/N: So this is the second chapter in my Breakfast Club fanfic! I'm so excited that so far people actually like it! I don't have a set plan for this fanfic yet, but when I do, I'll let you guys know. I know for sure that I want to take this fanfic day by day starting off with Saturday, but who knows, I might change my mind! ;)

Oh, and I also had to split this chapter up because it was getting kinda long, but I'll TRY not to do this next time!

Chapter 2

It was around 8:00 o'clock in the morning when I was suddenly woken up by the slamming of the front door. Of course, my parents had to work today. They didn't even bother to wake me up for dinner last night and they sure as hell didn't bother waking me up today to say goodbye. They never did. It felt as though I was just a ghost here; a ghost who was just here for a visit.

I tried to go back to sleep, but I knew it wasn't going to be a possibility. I just laid there, thinking about what had happened yesterday. I didn't know if it was real or if it was just a dream. I figured it was just a dream and that I was going crazy. But as that thought sank in, I turn to my side and see the blue jacket that Andrew gave me on my chair by my desk. I just stared at it, unmoving. "So it wasn't a dream," I thought, "It was real!"

I got up from my bed and went towards the jacket and picked it up. My first instinct was to smell it, so I did. I took a deep whiff and what I smelled amazed me. It smelled just like him; musky, kind of sweaty (not in a bad way), and it had just a tad hint of cologne. I put the jacket to my chest and a small squeak escaped my mouth. My vision started to get blurry and that's when I realized that I was crying. I don't know how long I had been crying. Maybe a few minutes ago. I began to wipe at my tears and eyes furiously, stopping myself from crying. "Get a grip on yourself, Allison! You're better than this!" I began to chant to myself.

I got the sweater and threw it into my closet before shutting the door. I then decided to do something I hadn't done in a long time in order to distract myself. I was going to clean my room. Yes, this is the perfect way to get my mind off of yesterday and everyone who was a part of our little club. Some club we were!

I began picking up my clothes off the floor and started separating the clean clothes from the dirty ones. Once that was done, I began to wipe down my furniture with Windex. I made my bed and started to throw my trash away. I then decided to take my clothes down stairs and wash them. I put my clothes to wash in the washing machine and while I waited, I decided now was a good time to make myself breakfast.

I went to the kitchen and made myself toast, topped with peanut butter, jelly, bananas, and some pixy stick sugar. It tasted so delicious that I decided to make more. Once I was done, I decided to down my breakfast with some coffee, to which I had an entire pixy stick to it. That tasted delicious as well.

My clothes were done by the time I finished, so I decided to go and put my clothes to dry. Once I was done, I headed back up to my room to see that the time was now 11:00. "WOW!" I thought to myself, "Time goes by so fast!"

I then decided to clean up my restroom. That was the only good thing about my room; I had my own restroom with a shower and everything! I got Clorox bleach and started to wipe down my shower, sink and toilet with it. It had a strong scent, but it didn't bother me much, although I got kind of dizzy after a while of smelling that stuff. I decided to then hang up my clothes that were already clean and that's when I saw the jacket again. I had completely forgot about it until now!

I decided to fold the jacket and put it away in my bottom drawer where I kept all of my memories, along with his letterman patch. Once that was out of the way, I went to go check on my clothes, which were now dry. All the while, the Breakfast Club started to creep back into my thoughts. "NO, ALLISON! You can't think about them, about any of them. That defeats the whole purpose of why you're cleaning your room."

Crap. I can't think about them. I fucken' can't. I MUST not think about them, especially about Andrew. I can't think about that sporto guy who is probably as fucked up as I am. I couldn't think about the fact that he actually cared about my feelings and what he had to say and that he actually trusted me with his feelings. And when he touched me as if I was a doll and I could break at any moment, I lost it. I was lost in his eyes, in his touch and finally, in his kiss. I couldn't believe it.

Oh, fuck! Why am I still thinking about him! I have to will myself to stop.

I decided to take a shower to get my mind off of things. I took my sweet time, not even considering the fact that I was wasting water, just standing there. I scrubbed my hair with shampoo, not even realizing I was scrubbing really hard and then stopped and let the shampoo come out of my hair. I washed my body and finally I dragged myself out of the shower and into my towel. I went to my room and decided to put on the first thing I found, which happened to be my Smiths shirt and some jeans that I had laying around. They were cut at the knees, but I didn't care. I mean, it's not like anyone was coming right. I checked my clock and saw that it was 1:30. Shit, how long was I in the shower? It must've been a LONG time.

I plopped myself on my desk and decided to get out my drawing pad and my pencil. I began to draw lines and more lines until I held the pad far from my face to see I had drawn myself with the clothes and make up that Claire had given me from the makeover she gave me yesterday. But what made it weird was that I was actually smiling! Not a grin or a smirk, but an actual genuine smile.

I just stared at it, trying to understand it. Nothing popped into my head. I just sat there until I heard the phone ring. I let the phone ring and ring and ring. Finally it shut off and I was glad it did because it bothered me. No one called my house. No one.

Then the phone rang again. I was shocked. I decided to answer the phone before I went crazy. I ran all the way down stairs and into the living room. I went to the phone and picked it up.

What I heard on the other line surprised me. It was Andy.

"Hello, Allison?" He said, "I know you're there, I can hear you breathing."

I finally reacted and said, "Why are you calling?"

"I called to see if what you were doing. You know, when people say hi, it's nice to say hi back." He said while chuckling.

"Oh, right. I forgot." I said, completely dumbfounded.

"So," He said, "What are you up to?"

"Nothing, really. Just cleaning. Drawing. The usual. You?"

"Nothing either. My mom and old sport had to go do some errands so I'm here alone, bored."

"That's nice, I guess. My parents aren't home, either. They're working." I said, kind of absent-minded.

"Oh, really?" He said, a little to happy for my tastes, "Do you think I can come over?"

As I began to think over that prospect, I began to bite my nails. Andy at my house? While it made me giddy, I also began to second guess his motives. Before I could think about it longer, I blurted out, "Sure! What time?"

"Uhm, maybe in an hour. I gotta take a shower and change. See you soon."

"See you soon, sporto," I said but he had already hung up.