***Disclaimer*** I barely own anything, so I certainly don't own the characters in this story. Basically, all the copyrighted stuff belongs to other people, and we all know who they are.
***Disclaimer Part 2*** I don't know where this story came from or why. It just is.
There it was, again.
Sydney frowned and looked up from his paperwork. He often worked late nights at the Centre, since he had several projects and, in his already precarious position, could hardly afford to be accused of slacking off. Usually, the Centre was all but deserted at this time of night, and the last thing he'd expected was to hear muffled laughter coming from down the hall. Intrigued, he decided to investigate.
Sydney paused by a closed door at the end of the hallway. He noted the light flickering under the door as he once again heard soft giggling. He felt a flash of irritation. That television had been installed as part of Angelo's therapy; it wasn't there for general use! Slowly, carefully, and above all, quietly, Sydney opened the door a crack. His jaw dropped as he gazed, dumbfounded, at the scene that unfolded before him.
Two chairs were surrounded by an array of empty bags and boxes that had once contained various salty, sweet, or otherwise unhealthy foodstuffs. Two men sat in those chairs, their attention riveted to the television screen. Ally Sheedy tossed her pimento loaf and poured pixie sticks and Cap'n Crunch into her sandwich. When she took that first big, crunchy bite, Angelo giggled.
"That is so gross!" Broots muttered. Angelo looked at him quizzically, and mumbled something.
"No, actually, I was talking about pimento loaf.... shhh!" Uh – no, Mr. Johnson< Broots started laughing again. "God, I love this movie. Hey, Angelo, pass the Funyuns?"
As the movie played, Broots occasionally stopped to explain some piece of 80s pop-culture trivia to Angelo. Otherwise, the sounds of the Brat Pack flick were interrupted only by laughter and the occasional squabble over food. All the while, Sydney maintained his vigil by the door, seemingly unnoticed by Broots or Angelo. He was fascinated by this turn of events, and besides, he'd never seen The Breakfast Club.
When the end credits finally played, Broots sighed. "Y'know, I always thought it was kinda sad that Brian's the only kid in the group who winds up dateless at the end." Angelo turned toward Broots and grinned.
"Shut up! I was not!"
Angelo raised his eyebrows.
"Fine, maybe I was a little, but my elephant lamp would have worked, dammit!"
Angelo began giggling hysterically.
"Oh yeah, smartguy? Well, we ran out of Cracker Jack twenty minutes ago. That last box? I just put a sticker in a box of Fiddle Faddle."
Angelo growled and cried, "Neo-maxi-zoomdweebie!!" as he threw the empty box at Broots' shiny head.
Sydney carefully shut the door and laughed all the way back to his office.