A/N: This is the final chapter! After this, I have the epilogue left to write, and then that's it! I can't believe I wrote the whole plot of "The Breakfast Club" so, so fast! I'm so proud in keeping it up, and I thank you all for reading my first ever "The Breakfast Club" fanfic, but don't think I'm ending here just yet! I'm leaning towards yes to writing my own little sequel to this story with what happens on Monday and whatnot to the group, but we'll see! Reviews would be nice, please. This story was a blast, I completely adored writing my own character in it as well, and I hope you all loved it, like you'll possibly love the sequel just as much if I write it since I have my other stories and school coming back in a month for me. :P
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Crystal's POV
I should properly try getting Saturday detention more often! Now, I'm actually kind of glad that I recieved four more detentions from Vernon earlier that day, and I also get to spend them with Bender...I admit, I hated that greatly about Bender and I having to spend my new Saturday detentions together, but now...I'm sort of happy about it. At least I'll have one person I know to spend my four new detentions with...and not only did I know Bender, but he...was actually one of my new five...friends. I seriously couldn't believe I had new friends! I completely forgot how great it was to spend time with others you bond and get along with so greatly, but...if only we knew what would happen after the weekend wraps up, and Monday would arrive.
After chatting and laughing a whole lot more with each other, sharing everything from our hobbies to our fears, our likes to our dislikes, our favorite types of music to our top favorite movies, our most strangest dreams to our most embarrassing dates (I couldn't share anything about a date since I've never had a boyfriend before in my whole life.), and much, much more, Brian had fixed the radio in one of the offices of the library, and such killer tunes blurted out, turning the remains of our Saturday detention into one giant dance party, which was actually great fun. I've never danced so freely since I lost my friends after they picked to humiliate and turn on me, hating my guts to either pick their girlfriend/boyfriend over me, or just to impress their dates and at the cost, I became a loner. Nonetheless, Andrew, Allison, Claire, Brian, and Bender broke through the hard shell that was 'protecting' my heart, and the bright rays shined through its cracks until the shell was completely gone, and I was just like my old self again, no longer feeling unwanted, uncared for, or ugly at all.
Much of my dancing was spinning and jumping around, swaying and twirling in circles as I played around again with the strings of Andrew's dark blue hoodie, which I was still wearing. Other parts of my dancing though was also with Andrew, the two of us playing air guitars and spinning the other around a bit just for more laughs, which worked greatly. Allison spent most of her dancing just like I was doing, spinning herself around rapidly as she flew her arms all over the place, shaking her head back and forth and causing her hair to flip a whole lot.
Nevertheless, after Bender got down from sitting on top of the ridiculous looking statue and head butting the air a whole lot and flipping his own hair all over, he and Allison started dancing together. As for Brian, he came back out from the office after tossing some things carelessly around, just spinning in circles and hopping up and down, until Claire came down from dancing on the stairs, and the two danced together, Brian taking a hold of Claire's hand and twirling her around, until the two of them swayed each others hands back and forth.
That's when the boys and girls split a little later into the dancing, kicking our dance moves up on the table, where Bender, Allison, and myself shifted our way across the table, until Bender, Andrew, and Brian showed their own dance moves off alone. Claire, Allison, and I then showed them our own little dance moves on the table. Bender shook and swayed rapidly, flipping his hair without a care in the world and flying his arms all around like Allison was doing previously, until he fell down on his knees, which I didn't know if he meant to do that or not. To rap up our dance party then, about twenty minutes of our Saturday detention left, Allison shook herself back and forth, the rest of us cheering her on as she dropped down on her knees, which I could tell she actually planned to do, leading up to when she moved her whole body forward as she remained on her knees, then hid her head in the carpet, slapping her arms down to the floor and by her sides, as if she was playing dead.
However, all good things must come to an end, and that happened when one of my new five friends, as known as John Bender, had to sneak back up through the ceiling, like he did to get back in the library, and head on back to the supply closet that Vernon actually locked him in earlier. Bender told us about what happened between him and Vernon in that supply closet during our little circle time, and man, we were all so shocked, but yet so angry at the same time, especially Allison.
"Take care, Bender." Andrew said, giving him a smack on the shoulder and a small smile. I could see Bender attempting not to smirk back, but it twitched his way onto his face, and he nodded his head at the atlete, giving him a slap on his arm in return.
"You, too, Sporto. You, too." Bender said. This time, Andrew didn't care about being called 'Sporto'. I think he grew to like the new nickname after getting labeled with it today, and called it often by Bender and a bit by Allison. We all actually gave each other nicknames. Brian's was Bri, Allison's was Ally or Alice, Bender's was Ben or Bend, Claire's was Clara, and mine was Cry. Not the best nicknames, but we all thought they were work for now. Hm...but if only we had a group name to call ourselves...
"Bender?" Claire asked as Bender made his way down to her after telling Andrew to take care also. We were all standing in a line, Bender saying his good-byes to us, since we all didn't know what would happen on Monday, but we all agreed that we'd always be friends no matter what, all through the thick and thin, no matter what our different labels are, we'll always be friends for life.
"Yeah, Claire?" Bender asked, looking directly into her eyes as she gazed right back in his, both of them focusing heavily on the others words.
"...We're you really disgusted about what I could do with my lipstick?" Claire questioned, referring back to the one thing that she could do by applying her lipstick by placing it inbetween her breasts.
Bender hesitated a moment, grinning a little at the princess as he thought about her question, then asked quietly, but still loud enough for all of us to hear, "Truth?"
Claire nodded her head. "Yeah, the truth." She approved Bender's question in the same tone Bender was giving, quiet but still able to hear.
That's when Bender nodded his head, but the word that came out of his mouth was, "No."
I smirked, being the last one in the line, and I quietly snickered to myself as Andrew and Brian chuckled too, while Allison only smirked herself. Claire smiled a full, pretty grin that showed all of her teeth to Bender, who just gave her the same grin previously in return, and Claire was the first one to wrap her arms around Bender, giving him about a three second friendly hug until the two of them parted, Bender still grinning, but you could tell he was truly surprised.
"I'll see you 'round, princess." Bender bowed his head at Claire, acting as if she was actually a princess, which Claire playfully rolled her brown eyes to, still smiling at the criminal as she nodded her head.
"Good-bye, Bender." Claire said, with Bender bowed his head once more to, before he headed down to the next person in the line, which was Brian.
"Big Bri," Bender addressed "every time I get marijuana, I'll remember you, since my previous small stash was placed in your pants when we all went on our little run."
Brian playfully grinned and snickered a bit, looking down at his shoes until his laughter stopped about five seconds later, and when he gazed back up at Bender, the criminal was still smirking his grin-like look on his lips.
"Thanks, I guess, Bender," Brian chuckled "have a good rest of the weekend."
"You, too, Brian." Bender gave Brian a knuckle-touch and then a high-five, until he moved down to the next person in the line, which was Allison.
Bender jammed his hands in his pockets, smirking wider as he and Allison looked into each others dark eyes. Allison smirked right back, biting down on her bottom lip a little, her hands folded in front of her, resting on her body.
"Basket-case," Bender spoke up, "I hope I'll be able to spot you around some more this weekend, possibly."
Allison continued to smirk, shrugging her shoulders as she told Bender, "You might just get your wish. I want to see you 'round possibly this weekend, too."
Bender's smirk remained wide, his dark eyes actually sparkling off happiness for a change, and he nodded his head a couple of soft times at Allison. The basket-case continued grinning her smirk-like smile, but when she didn't see it coming, Bender leaned in and planted one right on her cheek, a quick, soft, and gentle peck of his lips against her skin, which left Allison extremely flashing to the color of a bright, bright red, and she gently touched her cheek after Bender kissed it, her mouth now gaping open in a wonderful smile, as Bender smirked once more at her, giving her a flirty wink before he mouthed "Call me.", considering we gave each other our phone numbers before we had our dance party, and after mouthing that, Bender moved to the last person in the line. Me.
My bluish-greenish eyes dazzled with such joy from having so much fun that I never had for over a month thanks to my ex-friends turning on me and treating me like dirt, and a smirk curled up on my lips as I stared at Bender, who had his smirk-like smile twitch its way back on his mouth as he stared at me.
"Blondie," Bender said, which didn't surprise me that he referred to me by my hair color, but I didn't care, just like Andrew didn't care getting called by 'Sporto' or 'Andy', which are his new nicknames. "I know this is going to sound strange coming from me, but don't listen to what those pricks who boss you around and treat you like horse shit, alright? And start keeping the food you eat inside of you. Like I said earlier, I think you're smoking hot, but not my type."
I nodded my head, keeping my smirk plastered on my face as my eyes continued to dance with joy and now flattery towards what Bender just told me too. "Thanks, Bend." I thanked, being the first and only one to actually call Bender by one of his nicknames.
"No problem," Bender shrugged, but what really surprised me was when Bender was the first one to actually have his arms around me, holding me close in a friendly hug. Bender wasn't the hugging type, obviously, which is why I was certainly surprised, but that didn't stop me from connecting my arms around his back in return, returning the hug for about seven seconds, until the two of us parted.
"Well..." Bender huffed, scanning us all once more as he started backing his way up, away from us, his hands now jammed back in his pockets once more. He smirked once more, nodding his head a few slow times when recieving mine, Andrew's, Claire's, and Brian's smiles, including Allison's smirk, her face still bright, bright red from blushing after recieving the little peck Bender gave her.
"This is just a good-bye, that's for sure. We'll be 'round with each other again." Bender approved, flipping his dark hair as he continued to smirk with satisfaction, and he started his way up the staircase, still walking backwards so he could see us as we continued to stand in the line form that we were in.
"See you 'round, Bender," I grinned "and I never thought I'd say this, but thank you for sharing your criminal personality with us today."
Bender snickered as he nodded his head. "You're an alright blondie, Crystal. And it's my pleasure...bye, guys, and gals."
Instantly, we all started saying many things back to Bender.
"Good-bye, Bender!"
"Bye!"
"See you around!"
"Keep in touch!"
Bender gave us a final wave before he turned himself fully around, and raced his way out of sight, so he could start his way most likely to climb the wall or something somehow for him to get back in the ceiling, and crawl his way back to the supply closet. After Bender had left then, Andrew, Allison, Claire, Brian, and myself didn't know anything more we could do for the fifteen minutes remaining of our Saturday detention, so all we did was sit on the railing. I sat inbetween Andrew and Allison, twirling the strings of Andrew's hoodie around my pointer fingers a bit again, while I exchanged some smiles with Andrew, then give Allison a few playful winks as I nudged her and smirked, causing her to smirk herself and blush. She knew I was congratulating her on the small little kiss Bender gave her on the cheek. As for Brian and Claire, they were both holding hands, Claire sitting next to Allison and Brian at the end of the railing. No questions needed to be asked. Brian must've asked Claire out, and she must've said yes.
We were all silent, not saying a single word, but all the sudden, the quietness came to an end, thanks to the princess, but no one really minded at all.
"Brian?" Claire asked, turning her slightly blushing face over to the brain, who was staring blankly off in the distance, his free hand having his fingers curled up and over his mouth. Nevertheless, right after Claire spoke up with his name, Brian instantly looked at her, keeping his free hand still over his mouth a little.
"Mm hm?" Brian hummed. Everybody knew that he was listening then.
"Are you going to write your paper?" Claire questioned, keeping her head up thanks to her free arms elbow that was placed up on her lap, her chin resting on her clenched shut fist.
Brian moved his free hand back down to his lap and shrugged, starting to grin at his new girlfriend. "Yeah, why?" He then asked her.
Claire flashed him a pretty smile, pausing for a moment as she grinned back in front of her for a few seconds to make sure what she was about to say didn't sound ridiculous or commanding at all.
"Well, it's kind of a waste for all of us to write our papers, don't you think?" Claire questioned, then turning her attention back over to her new boyfriend, who instantly had confusion locked in his eyes as he bit his tongue. I was just as concerned in what Claire was meaning, my head tilted a little like a confused puppy dogs as Andrew and I both watched and listened fully to Claire's and Brian's conversation, but all Allison did was listen.
Brian looked away from Claire, thinking about her question, but said back to her a couple of silent seconds later, "Well, that's what Vernon wants us to do."
Claire nodded her head. "True," She admitted "but I kinda think we're all going to say the same thing."
After taking and and digesting Claire's words, a smirk formed on Brian's face. "You just don't want to write your paper. Right?" He snickered a bit.
The princess looked away from the brain, grinning a little until she said as she gazed at me, Andrew, and Allison, "True, but..."
She stopped, quickly turning attention back over to Brian, her cherry-red hair flipping beautifully when she turned her head. "Well, you're the smartest, right?" Claire referred to Brian being the brain of our new little group, which I still felt we needed a name for, which caused Brian's smile to instantly return to his face fully, his eyes sparkling from being flattered towards his new girlfriend's words.
"We trust you." Claire promised him. Brian hesitated for a moment, thinking about what the princess just told him, eyeing her for about four silent seconds, until he gazed down at Allison, Andrew, and I. The three of us each nodded, a big smile plastered on my face and trust dazzling in my eyes, as Allison formed a smirk at him since she felt me nudge her arm again, and Andrew quietly spoke a "Yeah.", which is when I could feel this sudden feeling that someone was looking at me, so I glanced over to see Andrew's eyes on me. I grinned at him, and he smiled a little back, before we both just looked back down at Brian and Claire.
Brian made sure his eyes were meeting Claire's when he responded. When they were both actually looking directly at each other once more, Brian said, "Alright, I'll do it."
A big, wide, beautiful smile instantly exploded across Claire's face after she heard her new boyfriend's response of approval. I grinned, feeling happy for the princess and the brain now happily together, just as Claire leaned in and gave Brian a little kiss on the cheek, which instantly made Brian smile widely and blush.
"Great." Claire nodded her head, embracing Brian's hand a little more tenderly and lovingly. Silence instantly surrounded us all over again. Nonetheless, it didn't last long because after exchanging another grin with Andrew, him giving me another smile in return, I decided to look back over at Claire and Brian, but all I saw then was Claire looking back and forth from Allison to me, examining us. Secretly, I gave Allison another nudge, and when she looked at me to realize I was looking in the opposite direction, she glanced over to see Claire looking at the two of us. That's when Claire formed a pretty grin at the two of us.
"Come on." She instructed, tugging on Allison's sleeve before looking at me and saying, "You, too. Come with me and Allison."
"Where are we going?" Allison questioned. I was just about to ask the same question, but my concerned expression that was now glued on my face said it all.
"Come on." Claire simply told Allison and I once more, giving Allison's sleeve another little tug, before she released Brian's hand and hopped down from the railing, snatching up her purse from the floor afterwards. Allison and I confusedly exchanged our concerned facial expressions, but all I did was shrug before dropping my book-bag that was swung over my shoulder to the floor, then get off the railing myself. I stood still after my feet met the floor and looked at Allison, who waited a few more seconds until finally hopping down from the railing, dropping her purse next to my book-bag, and the two of us followed Claire, who had this excited look now on her face for some reason.
Oh, crap...one of the many things I hate the most that a lot of girly girls adore...makeovers. Yuck! Look, I may look like a girly girl on the outside, but on the inside, I'm a complete tomboy. Actually, I used to dress like my tomboy self until I lost all of my friends, became a loner, and started purging. I figured if I made myself look girly on the outside, I'd get a boyfriend, but it didn't work, obviously. Plus, my mom always wanted her daughter to be a girly girl, so I did this also for her, but I'm still 100% tomboy at heart.
Claire had picked Allison to do a makeover on, so I thought I was in the clear and didn't have to worry about getting any makeover. I helped Claire out with fixing Allison up by coming her hair and pulling it back so her face could be revealed more, right before I fetched an emergancy outfit from Claire's locker for Allison to switch into, thanks to Claire trusting me with her combo. I also helped Claire apply some of the make-up, like how I applied brown eyeliner to one of Allison's eyes, and Claire began the other one when I was done. Man, Allison hated just as much being treated like a little dress-up and make-up doll.
"Don't be afraid," Claire told Allison in a calming and gentle, but yet mocking tone. Nevertheless, just as the princess got finished with applying the eyeliner to the bottom of Allison's eye, she started blinking a lot.
"Don't stick that in my eye!" Allison exclaimed in a nervous tone.
"She's not going to sick it in your eye, Allison." I informed her, gently holding her head still like Claire asked me to do, so she wouldn't move around so much.
"Crystal's right, Ally," Claire said "I'm not sticking it, just close- just go like that."
Allison and I both watched as Claire showed the basket-case how to close her eyes, raise her eyebrows, and have her mouth hang open a bit, so she'd be able to fix the eyeliner a whole lot better and easier.
"Good," Claire continued fixing up Allison's eyeliner after she made the face that Claire told her to make. Right when Allison felt the eyeliner meet her skin again, she released a few squeak-like sounds that made Claire playfully smirk, while a couple of snickers escaped from my lips. "You know, you really do look a whole lot better without all that black shit on your eyes." Claire somewhat complimented Allison.
"Hey..." Allison spoke, the tone of her voice almost warning. "I like that black shit."
"Trust us, Alice," I smiled my full, bright, beautiful grin that I rarely give out anymore. "This new makeover of yours will make you look even better than what you were to begin with."
Claire gave me a smile as I smiled back, offering her the mascara, which she took thankfully, and I took the brown eyeliner back, placing it back on the other table that Claire had laid out all of her make-up on.
"So, Cry?" Claire addressed me by my new nickname, just as she unscrewed the top of her mascara and started heavily focusing on applying it on Allison, while I went back to gently and carefully, but yet a bit hard at the same time, held Allison's head in place. I peeked up at Claire when looking at Allison's hair, taking in how it wasn't shagged up or tangled anymore, and it was now pulled away from her face, so you could see her a whole let better.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Why'd you think changing yourself into a girly girl on the outside would change the way you truly are on the inside?" Claire asked me with the complete interest in my girly girl looks and tomboy personality completely showing off in her voice. Yeah, when Allison was changing her clothes behind this shelf that wasn't actually against the wall, and as Claire and I lied all of her make-up out on the other table, I shared with her and Allison both about how I never used to look like a girly girl at all, and I was a full tomboy inside and out, but that all changed whence I lost all my friends, causing everything else that happened to me to go downhill from that.
I hesitated, still keeping Allison's head still as I waited about eight seconds to think Claire's question through. That's when I just shrugged my shoulders.
"That's not exactly why I changed my true tomboy look into this phony girly girl look." I informed.
"What is the reason you got rid of your true self on the outside then, Cry?" Allison took her turn asking a question, as Claire wrapped up her mascara.
"Some lip-gloss, please, Cry." Claire kept her eyes on Allison when handing the mascara out for me to take over Allison's shoulder.
I shrugged my shoulders again when thinking about Allison's question, just as I picked up one of Claire's many different tubes of lip-gloss and handed it over, trading it for the mascara, which I just placed back on the table with the rest of her make-up that surrounded her purse.
"Well, after I lost all my friends and began transforming into a loner, I figured if I changed myself into a girly girl on the outside, it'd help me get a boyfriend, and others would see me different. However, both of my wishes through this look didn't come true." I rolled my eyes at the mention of me not getting a boyfriend or new people at our school seeing me any differently. I released a sigh, but then reminded myself that I was lucky enough to make five new friends.
"People still saw you as a loner?" Claire asked, looking at me when asking that question, until she tilted Allison's head up a little. "Pucker your lips out, Ally." The princess then instructed the basket-case, who instantly did what she was told, making her lips look like they were kissing the air, just as Claire started decorating them with some of her lip-gloss.
I nodded my head at Claire's new question. "Yeah." I regretfully sighed at that.
"...You know I'm so sorry for treating you like a nobody, right?" Claire then asked me, her voice full of nervousness all the sudden, and the look upon her face was now hopeful.
"Of course I know," I answered, nodding my head, which instantly had Claire releasing a sigh of relief, and a pretty grin spread across my face as she nodded her head, telling me "Good.", before she handed over the lip-gloss that was now reclosed, then asked me kindly with another please to get her some blush, which I did gladly.
"Well, you want to know something I know about others, Crystal?" Allison asked me, my hands still holding her head still while Claire started powdering her cheeks with some light, light shaded blush.
"Sure. What do you got?" I asked.
"It's that if others judge you before getting to know you, and they decide to not get to know you at all, and this goes for both genders, it's that they're insecure themselves. It's best that you don't bother to waste any of your time of life with them," Allison lectured "what do you think, Claire?"
Instantly, Claire grinned widely and beautifully at Allison's words as she nodded her head, turning her grin over to me then. "Allison's right, Crystal. Life is meant to be full of joy, laughter, and love. What's the point of giving any people who hurt you any attention? They don't bother to get to know you at first," Claire shrugged her shoulders, still grinning as she went on. "Then that's their loss. Everybody is different because we're all our open person, but yet, we're all the same because we're all human beings, too. You get what I mean?"
I couldn't help myself to have a grin twitch up on my lips as I eyed Claire, who smiled right back at me, and I instantly started chuckling, giving it away that I completely understood where Claire was coming from. She's right. Allison is too. What's the point of trying to get noticed or liked by others who only hurt you or embarrass you all the time? Same goes if you're already friends with this person that's trying to change anything about you, whether it's your looks, personality, anything. We're all different on the inside, but on the outside, we're all human beings.
Claire continued to smile at me as she proudly nodded her head at me, knowing that I got what she and Allison both meant, right before she handed me back the blush, and I handed her eyebrow brush to her, which Claire instantly started using to brush Allison's eyebrows. Instantly, Allison released a hissing/growling-like noise, but I could tell that she was smiling.
"You're very pretty, ya know, Ally." Claire complimented, and I nodded my head with absolute agreement, no longer needing to hold Allison's head still since Claire was all finished with her make-up. I was now standing there beside Claire, gawking at how gorgeous Allison looked with her makeover. Wow, I even surprised myself there...actually saying a makeover made one of my friends gorgeous...ah, irony.
"Please," Allison rolled her eyes, not believing Claire's compliment, nor my agreement to it, but she still took it to be kind, remaining to grin beautifully. "Why are you being so nice to me?" The basket-case then questioned the princess, who instantly wiped her smile off from her face as she stopped brushing one of her new friends eyebrows, pausing for a moment.
Then, Claire's grin exploded back across her face as she answered Claire's question with, "'Cause you're letting me."
That's when the princess handed over the eyebrow brush to me, and as I put it back to where the rest of Claire's make-up was laid out on the other table, Claire announced with such cheer and excitement, "You're all finished, Allison!"
"Do you think John will like it?" Allison asked, looking down at herself and feeling so different when seeing the new clean, frilly, and girly clothes she was wearing, and none of her dark hair was any longer dangling in her face.
"I bet he will," I assured, a smirk now curling up on my lips from witnessing the happiness starting to dance in Allison's eyes. "Why don't you go and let him see it for himself though?"
Claire instantly smirked along with me after hearing my words as she remembered the kiss we all saw Bender give the basket-case on her cheek, causing Allison to blush as she attempted not to smile, but she couldn't help it, causing Claire and I to both chuckle a bit. The basket-case then rose from sitting on the tables surface, standing in her new shoes, continuing to smile at me and Claire both while she headed to the backdoor of the room that we were in, waving good-bye to us and saying she'd be back soon, right before she left to go meet up in the supply closet that Bender was locked in.
"You did a real good job on her, Claire." I complimented the beauty after Allison had exited the room completely, and the backdoor was fully shut behind her.
"Thank you. I try my best. I practice giving others makeovers all the time by using my little sister." Claire shared with me, which I didn't really know how to respond to, so I only smiled and nodded my head a bit.
"So, should we head back into the library?" I questioned, already starting my way over to the closed door after speaking, but before I could even finish taking two steps, Claire grasped a hold of my wrist and gently pulled me back so we could see each other face to face.
"Whoa, whoa," Claire chuckled at me, which I found absoluetly confusing on the inside, but I wouldn't allow any of my confusion to show on my outside just yet. "Where are you going, Cry? We're not done just yet."
"What are you talking about?" I asked "Alice's makeover is finished. She's now heading to the supply closet so Bender can see her all new, and the two are most likely going to end up happily ever after."
"True, Ally's makeover is done..." Claire shrugged one of her shoulders, still smiling at me as she then removed my bangs from dangling in front of my right eye to reveal it with her hands fingertips. That's when my eyes grew big, and I instantly knew why Claire was saying that we weren't finished just yet. I just figured we were giving Allison a makeover! I hate makeovers to death!
"Heck no! No way! No, no, no!" I quickly started objecting, "There's no way in hell I'm going to get a makeover!"
A pout instantly made its way onto Claire's face after I exclaimed that, her brown eyes starting to fill up with sorrow and plead. I crossed my arms over my chest, standing my ground though. If there's one main thing I hate in the whole wide world of being a girl, it's that most of them are too girly and do tons of makeovers on themselves and each other. I've actually never wore make-up before in my entire life, nor did anyone ever want to apply any on me. Maybe it's because a lot of people actually knew how much I hated makeovers.
"Please, Crystal! Please just let me give you this makeover! Just this once! Please!" Claire begged, holding up one of her pointer fingers indicating that this would be the first and only time she'd give me a makeover.
"Claire, I told you and Allison both, I'm not really a girly girl." I shook my head at the princess.
"And that's a part of the makeover." Claire shot me a hopeful smile, but all she got in return from me was me confusedly cocking my eyebrow and allowing the rest of my confusion to show on my face.
"Huh?" I wondered, trying to understand what exactly the princess meant about the truth of me being a tomboy tying into the makeover that she wanted to desperately give me.
"Cry, I know you're a tomboy," Claire placed one of her hands on my shoulder, still giving me that hopeful look of hers with the plead and sorrow flooding up more and more in her dark brown eyes.
"What's your point about it?" I questioned, recrossing my arms over my chest. I still didn't understand what she was getting at.
"Well, even tomboys wear make-up, Crystal, and it's obvious that the clothes that you're wearing isn't so in the tomboy style," Claire explained to me, examining me from the bottom of my shoes to the top of my head. I stuffed my hands then in the pockets of Andrew's hoodie and shrugged my shoulders in an admitting manner. "So," The princess went on, "I'm going to bring that tomboy that's inside of you back out. That is, if you let me give you this makeover. Besides, you'd be surprised what a little bit of blush, eyeshadow, lip-gloss, mascara, and hair styling will do to you."
Hm...tempting. Not the make-up part and hair styling, I mean, but actually being able to be my true self again...I've always dreamed of it, but I was also too nervous in what others would think since I lost my friends, became a loner, and started purging. However...I did have a blast at this Saturday detention, actually meeting five new friends who like me for who I am, and they cheered me on, encouraging me as I started eating again...they learned everything about me from my life story, my phone number, my birthday, and everything else in just one day.
I continued to hesitate, staring at the princess with this look of pity starting to show on my face. Hm...I did owe her, considering she's been so kind and generous towards me, actually becoming one of my new friends today, as if we never disliked each other.
I sighed heavily, taking out my hands from Andrew's hoodie's pockets, slapping them down at my sides as I said, "Fine, I'll take the makeover. Let's just get it over with, please."
Without any hesitation, Claire's big, beautiful, bright smile flashed across her face again, and the plead and sorrow drained from her eyes as she took a hold of my wrist, leading me back to the table where Allison sat when she had her makeover done.
"Thank you! Thank you so much, Cry! You won't regret it!" Claire cheered, gathering up some eyeliner, blush, lip-gloss, and eyeshadow from the other table that flooded with her make-up all over its surface, before she rested them beside where I was sitting at the table, and she then pulled out a hairbrush and some hair ties from her purse. Damn, what all is in Claire's purse?! A whole beauty store?!
"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome," I nodded, trying my best not to smile, but just like Bender, I couldn't help to form a smirk over Claire's excitement that was over her being able to give me a makeover now since I finally approved. As long as she doesn't put too much make-up on me to make it look like I'm wearing a Halloween mask, then I'm good. Although, I saw how great she did with Allison, helping her out and all, so I figured she'd do just as much of a well job on me.
"Sit still now." Claire kindly and generously ordered me, and I closed my eyes as she started doing my make-up. I seriously can't believe I'm allowing this to happen. It feels so strange, so weird, so...different. God, the things I'd do for my new friends to keep them happy...
My makeover didn't take as long as Allison's, considering I don't move around as much as she does. It properly took two-to-three minutes tops. My blonde hair was now tied into a shiny, silky braid that hung in the front of my right shoulder, my bangs no longer dangling in front of my right eye, and I had a very light shade of pink blush on my cheeks, along with the same brown eyeliner and mascara that Allison was wearing applied on my eyes, light, light red eyeshadow also neatly placed on my eyes, and lastly with my...ugh, just thinking of the words leave a bad taste in my mouth...make-up, my lips were decorated with orange-scented lip-gloss. Actually, I was dressed in some new clothes too. A baby-blue plaid shirt, dark olive-colored, worn out jeans, and plain black, dirty tennis shoes, along with Andrew's dark blue hoodie that I just didn't want to take off for some reason. Claire fetched the new clothes from Allison's bag, having me change into them when my make-up and hair was completely finished.
"How do I look, Claire?" I asked, fiddling one of my pointer fingers around the end of my hair that was tied actually very nicely in the braid that Claire had created.
"Absoluetly beautiful!" Claire's smile exploded across her face as she excitedly showed me my reflection in her mirror that she pulled out from her purse and hid behind her back when I was looking down at myself, taking a moment to digest the new clothes I was wearing, remembering who I truly was and who I enjoyed being before my ridiculous excuses of 'friends' each turned on me. Since when did I love how skirts showed my legs a bit too much in my opinion? Since when did I enjoy high-heels hurting my feet? What about the frilly sweaters that scratched to death? The lacey gloves I sometimes wore itched a whole lot too. That wasn't who I was...I wasn't a girly girl at all...all I was, was 100% tomboy, and I'm proud of that.
I stared at my reflection, allowing my jaw to drop and mouth fall open, as my eyes grew wide. I seriously couldn't believe it...no, I didn't hate it at all...I loved it a whole lot, but...I'm now starting to see the beauty that my new friends have been telling me I had with my own eyes.
"...Do you like it, Crystal?" Claire asked me after taking in my facial expression. I looked at her, witnessing the slight fear of rejection of the makeover in her eyes, but that instantly drained away when I smiled widely and brightly at her, nodding my head instantly after seeing how she was about to grow nervous.
I instantly corrected Claire that I didn't like the makeover, but loved it, and that brought a big, pretty smile across Claire's face.
"I'm glad you love it," Claire said as I got off from sitting on the table and wrapped my arms around her, giving her a friendly hug to thank her more for giving me the makeover. Don't think this changes my thought on makeovers though. I still hate them to death. I only did to to make Claire happy, and...well, I do got to admit, I look pretty dang hot, even with me actually being a tomboy. Beauty is what's on the inside, not what you see on the outside.
"I very much do. So...do you think Andrew and Brian will think it's cool?" I questioned. I placed my hands on my hips and looked down at myself once more, studying the real me since I haven't seen it for over a month.
"...Well, let's just see." Claire smirked at me after pausing for a moment, giving me a little nudge while doing so. It didn't take long at all for me to grow nervous as I peeked out the door to see Brian sitting there at his table, scribbling away at the essay that he was writing for all of us, and Andrew was still sitting on the railing, just playing around absent-mindingly with his chain that was around his neck, and Claire was packing all of her make-up back up in her purse, along with her hairbrush and mirror.
"Don't worry, Crystal. Everything will be fine. Just take in a deep breath and remain calm." Claire instructed as she gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze. I took in a deep breath for her to see, which she grinned and nodded to, right before I released it back out. "That a girl." Claire chuckled. I watched, staying back a moment as Claire gave me one last grin before she opened the door fully up, then walk out of the room, leaving me alone to join Brian at his table, giving him another kiss on top of his head this time as she took a seat on the table. Brian formed a sweet smile as he glanced up at Claire, who grinned right back at him, kicking her feet a little bit back and forth as they dangled off the table.
I only continued to peek out, however. I was nervous as heck. I've never had boys see me as my actual tomboy self for awhile, and no one else has ever seen me wearing make-up before in my whole life. Nevertheless, I knew I'd have to do this, so...I relaxed my eyes shut and took in another deep breath, like Claire told me before she stepped out of the room herself, right before I released it, taking one more peek out to see Andrew still chilling on the railing, Brian writing the essay, and Claire was now looking towards the door. She must've seen me peeking through, because she grinned at me and mouthed "Come on.", gesturing me with a little jerk to the left with her head to come out. Okay, Crystal, relax...you can do this...you can do this. I took in one final deep, but softer breath, holding it in as I stepped out from the room, now standing in the doors frame as I quietly released the deep breath to myself. Claire smiled proudly at me, then nudging Brian to look up. When he did, I saw his mouth drop open and eyes grow big, which I just couldn't help myself to grin to, but my small smile instantly vanished from my face as I looked over to Andrew to see him now looking directly at me as well, his mouth starting to fall open, and his eyes were just as wide as Brian's.
I bit down on my tongue a little as I kept my eyes locked on Andrew when I started my way down the ramp, just as the jock leaped his way down from the railing. As I turned after reaching the end of the ramp, continuing my way towards Andrew slowly as he started walking at the same speed towards me, I couldn't help myself to stop walking when I reached Brian's table. I was too nervous still to smile. Seriously, my heart was racing like a wild and crazy horse in my chest at the moment, but that didn't stop me from staring at Brian to see him still staring at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open, as he studied me from my knees up, since that's all he could see when sitting down on the other side of his table.
I crossed my arms over my chest and gave Brian my serious stare, but it didn't last that long when Brian grew a smile at me. I couldn't help myself then to grin back, softly telling the brain, "Thank you, Brian.", right before I looked at Claire, who was only still proudly grinning at me. I formed a smirk over her grin when our eyes met, causing the princess to chuckle a bit, but my smirk instantly faded when I looked back at Andrew, and I continued walking slowly as he did too, until the two of us were now face to face. I could see the huge amount of shock stacked up in his eyes. Oh God, I've never felt this nervous before in my entire life...I hope Allison is doing better with her new look towards Bender than what I'm doing so far with Andrew.
Bender's POV
I was instantly back to being bored out of my mind, just sitting there on the same exact table in the supply closet with my left leg curled up in my stomach, my arms just resting there by my sides, my right leg dangling off of the table, and my brain off in thinking completely about how much...fun I actually had with Crystal, Andrew, Brian, Claire, and Allison that Saturday detention, even though every moment we had wasn't full of sunshine. I just wanted the weekend to be over with, so Monday would come back, and school would change for me, Allison, Brian, Andrew, Claire, and Crystal, all because we're now surprisingly friends.
Suddenly though, I heard this small click sound come from the other side of the door. I instantly looked, thinking that Dick had returned to tell me to get my ass out and go home, but there was still a bit of time leftover that Saturday detention, and when the door cracked open, it wasn't Dick who came in, but it was...ALLISON?!
I stared, trying my best not to look shocked, but Allison was now dressed in a new skirt and what I think was a blouse, her make-up wasn't all of that black stuff on her eyes anymore, but it was all neatly done, and her hair was actually brushed, no longer in her face and pulled back by a cream-colored bow. She looked like a complete different person, which I could tell was because of Claire, considering she was the beauty in our new group.
Allison simply slid her way into the closet, giving me her smirk-like smile as she reclosed the door all the way behind her, keeping herself leaned against it, as if that was her joking way of telling me, "You're all mine now."
My mouth fell open, and before I knew it, I was gawking over Allison's new apperance like I was some love sick puppy. Hey, don't get me wrong. I thought Allison looked good before this new makeover of hers too, but...there was just something about this new look of hers that proved that even a basket-case can be absoluetly gorgeous.
"You lost?" I pretended that my mouth fell open because I was getting ready to ask that question, but Allison wasn't dumb. She knew why I was truly gawking at her, and she looked down at herself, chuckling a bit as she approached me. I stood up from the table, thinking that she must've picked the lock on the other side of the door to get in here in the first place.
Allison wrapped her arms around my neck, smiling right up at me then. I allowed her to do what she was doing, not being able to help myself to have a grin twitch its way onto my mouth. I rested my hands around Allison's hips, holding her close to me.
"Did you lose a bet and was forced to get a makeover as punishment for being the loser?" I questioned, but all Allison did was continue grinning at me with that smirk-like grin of hers as she playfully rolled her beautiful eyes at me, starting to stroke my hair a little bit with one of her hands, which I very much liked.
"Very funny," Allison sarcastically, but playfully at the same time, said. However, her smirk-like smile instantly faded from her face as she pushed herself away from me. I instantly looked at her with absolute concern, noticing then that worry was starting to flood in her eyes. "D-Do you think it's ugly? Stupid?" Allison nervously asked me, stuttering a bit when referring to her makeover. "Claire and Crystal are the ones who gave me this makeover!"
"Whoa, whoa, Allison," I shook my head, right before I walked my way up to her and placed my hands back around her hips, tenderly embracing her close to me once more as I stared running one of my own hands then down the back of her head, feeling how soft her hair was. "Allison, you do look great...I liked the way you look before the makeover too, but..." I couldn't help to form a smirk as I went on with more words. "Your face...it can actually be seen now...it's absoluetly pretty..."
Without any hesitation, after the basket-case took in my words, her smirk-like grin curled its way back on her lips, and she connected her hands together once more around my neck. I could feel her nails gently scratching the back of my neck as she continued to stroke my hair a little again. She gave me a flirty wink, which I smirked wider to.
"...Remember how you have so many girlfriends?" Allison asked me all the sudden, remembering back when we were all doing 'show and tell' with our bags and wallets, and Allison actually got a chance to look through my wallet herself.
"About fourty of them, to be exact," I joked. Allison continued to smirk at me as she playfully rolled her eyes again.
"Well...you don't actually believe you can just kiss me on the cheek and leave, do you?" The basket-case had a flirty glimmer dazzling in both of her eyes as her own smirk-like grin grew wider like mine did a little bit before. Hm...I did tell Claire that I never throw anything away...but maybe it's time for me to start over with my girlfriends...starting with my first ever new girl, Allison Reynolds.
I didn't actually say anything after Allison asked me that question...instead, I instantly smacked my lips against hers, the two of us soothingly chuckling a bit as our lips stayed connected, our noses touching and arms remaining wrapped around each other, both of us tenderly embracing each other as we continued making out for about thirty seconds straight. Wow, a new making out record by ten extra seconds...awesome. Right when Allison and I parted, and I caught my breath, I became stiff as a rock, actually feeling Allison's lips gently press against my neck, causing my skin to chill as my eyes widened. Sure, I've had plenty of girls kiss my neck before in the past, but with Allison...it somehow felt different...but in a great way.
"...Why'd you do that?" I asked, fixing my eyes back on the basket-case, who smirked and blushed a bit at me, shrugging her shoulders also.
"Just to prove that even a basket-case can be a golden kisser." Allison softly answered me, before she moved in and gave my neck one more kiss, then make our lips hit again for about ten seconds straight. The kissing would've went longer, I'm sure, but Allison pulled back just as we both started running our hands through each others hair, this frown now plastered on her face.
"What's wrong, babe?" I questioned, hoping to death on the inside it had nothing to do with me.
"Vernon. He'll be back soon to let you out, so I got to go before he busts me in here with you, and we'll both get in trouble, as well will the others since Vernon will realize my makeover, I'm sure." Allison sighed. She took a hold of my hands, giving them soft and gentle squeezes before she gave me another kiss on the lips, this one only being a short peck though. "I'll see you outside when we're dismissed from detention, okay?" Allison released my hands, which was pretty hard since I had a hard time letting her go, but she looked back over her shoulder at me when she took a hold of the doorknob of the supply closets door.
I quietly sighed to myself, getting ready to take a seat back down on the table as I began slowly nodding my head towards Allison's question, but just as Allison turned the doorknob and cracked the door open, a sudden light bulb turned on in my mind all the sudden.
"Wait a second!" I blurted out, which instantly had Allison's full, undived attention on me as she gazed over her shoulder at me.
"What?" Allison concerndly asked.
"...I'm the biggest bad-boy in high school history! I'm always expected to be a troublemaker!" I pointed out, cocking an eyebrow in a confused manner as I stared at my new girlfriend. "Allison?" I questioned.
"Yeah?"
"...Remind me again why I thought I should've came back here when I'm meant to be still in the library with you and the others."
The basket-case instantly grew her pretty grin at me, which I formed a wide smirk towards, and I instantly grabbed a hold of one of Allison's hands, planting one final peck on her lips before I whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here.", which Allison snickered along with me to, and the two of us left the supply closet, closing and relocking the door behind us. Back to the library. I guess the good-byes were half pointless, but at the same time, they weren't.
Crystal's POV
Everybody was dead silent, not saying a single word or moving a single muscle. I was frozen, too nervous to move with Andrew's attention heavily on me, thanks to the makeover that Claire gave me, but I didn't blame Claire. I knew that the makeover would be sort of shocking for Andrew and Brian to see. Same goes for Allison when she gets back from the supply closet to see Bender, and whenever Bender gets a chance to see my makeover, if it's possible that is, I bet he'll be shocked at least a bit himself.
Brian had went back to writing the essay while Claire continued grinning at me, but I was too nervous and busy with keeping my eyes fixed on Andrew to even force a smile to appear on my face. Andrew was still trying to take in my new apperance, his eyes remaining wide and him just being speechless in general. Nevertheless, the silence was finally broken when Andrew finally spoke up.
"Man, Crystal," He said, his voice soft, but still able to hear, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "What-What happened to you?"
I nervously stuffed my hands into Andrew's dark blue hoodie's pockets, thinking about how he just stuttered out his question. I was starting to grow a bit afraid on the inside that he wouldn't like my makeover.
"...I'm not a girly girl at all...I'm a complete tomboy," I came right out and said the first thing that popped into my brain. "Claire talked me into bringing my actual tomboy self back out on the outside to show everybody who I truly am through a makeover."
I waited then, trying my best to be patient, but all Andrew was doing was staring at me, not saying a single word anymore, and I was very eager to hear what he'd say about my makeover, whether he liked or hated it. God, please have him say he likes it...
"...What's wrong?" I softly asked the jock, and to my surprise, his kind of cute grin tugged at the edges of his mouth, causing him to smile at me. He even began turning to the shade of a bright, bright red, which I truly couldn't believe.
"Nothing is wrong, Crystal...it's just...that..." His smile grew wider as he began to chuckle a bit, which I grew confused a little over, but my confusion absoluetly vanished when Andrew added, "I never knew you had another eye."
A playful smirk curled its way onto my mouth in a shy manner as I shyly shrugged my shoulders, even more shyness, but yet happiness at the same time, sparkling in both of my eyes. It's true though. None of my new five friends, except Claire, saw both of my eyes since my bangs always dangled in front of my right eye, until Claire tied them along in my braid so both of my eyes could be seen.
"You look amazin' when being your true self, Crystal," Andrew shrugged his shoulders before going on with more words. "I mean, yeah, you looked great with your old girly girl look, but in my book...amazing is better than being called just great, especially with describing you."
All the sudden, I felt this strange feeling starting to tug at a certain part of my heart...it was really warm and fuzzy, as if my heart just lit up. I tried saying something back to Andrew to thank him, but all that came out were a couple of soft stutters, which made Andrew chuckle a bit, and most likely make Claire grin more, while Brian was lost in thinking more about the essay. So, all I did was shyly grin at the jock.
"...Crystal, you just look so different...100% tomboy, just like you truly are..." Andrew softly spoke up with more words whence his laughter came to an end.
"...Is that good or bad?" I playfully smirked at the athlete, who grinned back as he nodded his head, answering my question by saying, "It's good...extremely perfect, actually."
Once more, I couldn't get any words out, so I only shyly grinned, feeling my cheeks starting to heat up a little all the sudden.
"Andrew..." I softly spoke up when I was able to break my own silence and regain my voice. "...I don't want to be a loner anymore."
The jock continued to grin at me as he shook his head, telling me the exact words, "You don't have to be."
"Why don't you two just make out already?" Brian asked, chuckling with his words as he peeked over at me and Andrew after working on the essay, which I think he was finished with. My eyes grew big as I looked over my shoulder at the brain, who was smirking at me and Andrew both, just like Claire now was as well.
"Quiet, Brian!" Andrew crumbled up Claire's piece of blank paper and playfully threw it at Brian, who dodged it, leaving him chuckling along with Claire, while Andrew and I only looked at each other, grinning a little with our faces beating red. Then, as if on que, here came entering the library, Allison and Bender, the criminal having his arm swung around the basket-case's shoulder, holding her close to his side.
"Whoa! Allison! You got a makeover, too?!" Brian asked, surprised, his mouth dropping open as his eyes shot huge all over again. Allison gave him her smirk-like grin in response to his question as she nodded her head proudly. Bender must've liked her makeover, like I knew he would, and somehow, I just knew Allison and Bender were a new couple, just like Brian and Claire were.
"I may as well say the same thing to Crystal." Bender formed a surprised grin himself whence his eyes rested on me.
"...Bender, what are you doing back in here?!" Andrew demanded to know, his voice full of absolute shock from all of us actually seeing Bender back in the library, and not only that, but he was now holding hands with the newly makeovered Allison Reynolds.
"Yeah, you're supposed to be locked back in the supply closet. If Vernon catches you, you're going to be dead meat!" Claire half worriedly/half nervously informed, but surprisingly, all the criminal did was shrug his free arm's shoulder that wasn't around Allison's shoulder, this uncaring expression plastered on his face.
"This obviously wouldn't be the first time Dick got ticked at me for doing something...eh, he'll get over it sooner or later. He can suck it up. Detention is almost over anyway," Bender said "so, what happened when I was gone? Other than Allison's hottie makeover and Crystal's new tomboy look, that is?"
"I've always been a tomboy, Bender. On the inside, that is," I was going to tell him the story to why I looked girly previously, but I then decided I shouldn't in front of everyone else, since Claire and Allison both already heard it, and Andrew and Brian both approved me being a tomboy. "Ya know...it's a little bit of a long story. I'll tell you it some other time, Bend. Either way, nothing at all really happened."
"Actually, you're incorrect there, Cry," Andrew formed a playful smirk at me, which caused my eyes to instantly fill up with confusion, and I confusedly cocked an eyebrow as I watched the jock scan the others, continuing to smirk playfully as he announced for them all to hear, "You know what Crystal told me? She doesn't want to be a loner anymore."
"Oh, is that so?" Allison flashed me her smirk-like smile, which I didn't know what because of Andrew's true words, or because she realized I was wearing a pair of her jeans, one of her shirts, and pair of tennis shoes that Claire just took from her purse, but Allison didn't seem to mind at all. She was possibly smirking like that at me because of both things.
"I don't think it's possible for her to be a loner anymore," Brian informed "she has the five of us now."
"Totally." Claire nodded her head with absolute agreement, and I flashed her and Brian both a thanking grin, right before I gave the same smile over to Allison, who was still smirking at me, leading up to Bender, who nodded his head, grinning at me before he moved in and gave Allison another little kiss on the cheek. Lastly, I gave Andrew my smile, and he grinned directly back, happiness dazzling in his bluish-greenish eyes.
"Say, Bri," Allison then spoke up. "How's the essay coming?"
"It's all done," Brian smiled proudly, "however, I don't know how to sign it, since this is for all of us."
"...Am I missing something?" Bender asked, one of his eyebrows now confusedly cocked.
"Oh, yeah," Claire shrugged "we picked Brian to write the essay for all of us, since we're all pretty much most likely going to say the same thing."
"Ah," Bender nodded his head in an understanding manner, now fully caught up in everything that he had missed.
I was in heavy thought, thinking about how our group should have a name still, and maybe with that name, we could sign it at the bottom of the paper.
"Why don't we come up with a group name?" I came out and said right was on my mind, which instantly had everyone's full, undivided attention on me.
"A group name?" Bender asked, and I nodded my head.
"That's genius!" Brian flashed me a smile of his, and I grinned right back, but Brian's smile faded as he asked, "But what are we going to name our group?"
"Well, I have an idea," I shyly grinned when announcing that. "I actually came up with it earlier."
"What is it?" Allison was eager to hear the suggestion I had for a group name, just like everybody else was, and everyone's full, undivided attention was on me.
"...Well," I stated "...we all met very early this morning, and we all know that breakfast is the meal we have in the morning...and we all got to know each other through our bonding, making us a club..."
"..The Breakfast Club?" Andrew asked when I paused to see if anybody could guess what I was going to suggest for a group name. Andrew got it right. "Is that was you're saying?"
I instantly grinned and nodded my head. It was instantly an official. Everyone loved the name. I don't know if that's because no one else had any ideas for suggestions or what, but either way, my suggestion was picked for our little group. Brian signed it at the bottom of the paper, right before we all realized what time it was. It was time to leave. Saturday detention was over. Brian left the essay on his table as Allison left he pictures on purpose, and all of us gathered up our things, waiting for one another so we could walk down the hall. Together.
Bender kept Allison close to his side, his arm remaining around her shoulder as they walked, while Claire rested her head on Brian's shoulder, and I certainly couldn't believe it when...Andrew actually took a very careful and gentle grasp of my hand, our palms now meeting and fingers locking around each other. My eyes slimly grew big as I looked up from my shoes and stared at Andrew, who was glancing right back, his face beating red, but right when our eyes met, he smiled. I couldn't help myself to blush just as much as Andrew was in return, and a grin twitched upward on my mouth. As the six of us walked down the hallway, we saw Carl, wiping the floors with a mop, but when he saw us walking by, he stopped and smiled at all of us, realizing the friendship that grew between all of us, and the relationships too.
"See ya, Bri," Carl nodded his head at the brain, who looked over his free shoulder that Claire wasn't resting her head on, and he grinned as he said back, "You, too, Carl."
I witnessed Bender stop walking with a smirk on his face, causing Allison to stop with him, so I stopped too, Andrew remaining by my side, and as for Claire and Brian, they didn't leave out the front doors. They just stopped in their tracks and waited for the rest of us.
"See you next Saturday." Bender snickered, causing Allison to quietly laugh along, before I chuckled out the word "Ditto.", which had Andrew wrapped up in laughing a little himself, and Carl smirked as he nodded his head, watching us as we went to catch up with Brian and Claire.
"You walking home?" Andrew asked me right when we started walking down the stairs of the outside of the school. I'm guessing neither of Andrew's parents weren't there yet.
"Yeah," I nodded "is your parents picking you up?"
"My father, yes," Andrew took his turn at nodding his head, his eyes now focusing on what was going on around us. Bender had just wrapped his scarf around Allison's neck, giving her one last, long, tender kiss before they had to let go of each others hands, and Allison hopped into the backseat of her parents car, Bender watching the car until it was fully out of sight. As for Claire and Brian, Claire had taken out one of her diamond earrings, giving it to Brian before she and he both moved into their first ever kiss on the mouth, which properly lasted for five seconds until Claire pulled back and got into the shotgun seat of her father's PMW. Besides, Brian's dad honked the horn for him to hurry up anyway, so they wouldn't get caught in trafic or anything. Andrew and I watched, our hands still surprisingly holding as our new friends cars were out of sight, or at least driving away from the school.
"Hey, Crystal?" Andrew spoke up, breaking the silence between us. I could tell he was feeling hurt on how we all were now parting, and him and I were the only ones left, since Bender had already started walking his way back to his home.
"Yeah?" I asked. I looked at him, our bluish-greenish eyes now meeting.
"...You know that Junior prom that's coming up?"
"Yeah, it's the talk of the school. Why?"
Andrew took in a deep breath and let it out right in front of me, right before he grinned and said, "I was planning to ask you before Bender crashed through the ceiling, but now that I got the chance...would you like to come with me?...possibly as...my girlfriend?"
My eyes widened as my mouth dropped open. I needed at least ten seconds to fully grasp what Andrew just said, but right when I smiled greatly and attempted replying, a car horn was heard getting honked. I looked at the car that was now the only one parked in front of the school, followed by the jock sighing out, "That's my dad...but I want to know before I go...will you, Crystal?"
To answer Andrew's question a whole lot easier in my book, I moved right in, making our lips hit for about three seconds, which left Andrew staring at me when I stepped back like he just won the lottery or something, his face beating red, and I nodded my head, telling him I'd love to go to the Junior prom with him as his new girlfriend. Oh, wow...I actually had my first kiss and have my first boyfriend...best Saturday detention ever!
"Keep my hoodie, Crystal...it looks better on you than it does me anyway," Andrew smirked at me, right before he moved in himself this time, smacking our lips together for about fifteen seconds straight, but we had to part when Andrew's father honked the car horn again.
"See you on Monday, Andrew." I smiled, giving Andrew one last kiss before watching him walk down the stairs, him needing to hold onto my hand easy as he let it go, right before he approached his father's car, opening up the shotgun door, but before getting in, he kissed his hand and blew, meaning he was blowing me a kiss, before he waved good-bye, then hopped into his dad's car. My eyes remained on my new boyfriend's car until it was fully out of sight, and when it actually was, I looked down at myself, grabbing a hold of the zipper of Andrew's dark blue hoodie and pulling it up, zipping it. I then stuffed my hands in its pockets, grinning at the thought of actually being back to my good old self and now with new friends, plus an amazing boyfriend, and I started my way home, thinking about what I would like to eat for dinner.
If there's one main thing I learned today, it's that you shouldn't ever pick your friends by their labels...we were all different...Brian was a brain...Andrew was an athlete...Allison was a basket-case...Claire was a princess...Bender was a criminal...and I was a loner...but yet, we all bonded, accepting each other, and becoming great friends...all throughout that Saturday detention. I fist-pumped the air...knowing I would always remember that Saturday detention. It certainly turned out a whole lot better than what I thought it woud.
A/N: Okay, I stand corrected. This was the longest chapter of the whole book, and I hope you all enjoyed it. Please review, and remember that I might make a sequel to this. I have the epilogue left to write, then that's it. Thanks so much, everyone! :D :D :D :D