*OK, this is just a little spur of the moment the idea hit me kinda thing.
I don't own The
Breakfast Club or any of the characters except for Bernice, Thomas, Emily, and any other
character you don't recognize.
Claire sat up in her room staring at the ceiling. Time sure as hell passed slowly when you weren't
talking to fifty people on the phone. She tried to think of something, anything besides John. She tried
thinking of every family vacation she had ever been on. Hawaii, Fiji, France, Bender.... Damnit. Then
she tried organizing all her purse collection in her head by size but that really didn't work. Next she tried to
imagine everyone she knew baled. But her thoughts just kept drifting back to Bender.
John stared at the water-stained and cracked ceiling of his room in the trailer. Time sure fucking passed
slowly when you were high or in the process of getting there. He tried counting the chirps of the crickets
outside of his window but that deemed impossible. He next tried to count how many times he had gotten
high with his friends but that too proved to be an astronomical figure. He finally tried to think of all the
pranks he could pull on Vernon. But everyone he thought of had an accomplice involved, a certain
accomplice of the red-haired type. No matter what he thought of, no matter what song he listened to, his
thoughts kept going back to Claire, Cherry, Princess.
*OK, just a short little vignette, if you will. Setting up and letting it be known their feelings for each other.
If you could, please review.*
Breakfast Club or any of the characters except for Bernice, Thomas, Emily, and any other
character you don't recognize.
Claire sat up in her room staring at the ceiling. Time sure as hell passed slowly when you weren't
talking to fifty people on the phone. She tried to think of something, anything besides John. She tried
thinking of every family vacation she had ever been on. Hawaii, Fiji, France, Bender.... Damnit. Then
she tried organizing all her purse collection in her head by size but that really didn't work. Next she tried to
imagine everyone she knew baled. But her thoughts just kept drifting back to Bender.
John stared at the water-stained and cracked ceiling of his room in the trailer. Time sure fucking passed
slowly when you were high or in the process of getting there. He tried counting the chirps of the crickets
outside of his window but that deemed impossible. He next tried to count how many times he had gotten
high with his friends but that too proved to be an astronomical figure. He finally tried to think of all the
pranks he could pull on Vernon. But everyone he thought of had an accomplice involved, a certain
accomplice of the red-haired type. No matter what he thought of, no matter what song he listened to, his
thoughts kept going back to Claire, Cherry, Princess.
*OK, just a short little vignette, if you will. Setting up and letting it be known their feelings for each other.
If you could, please review.*
