I DO NOT OWN THE BREAKFAST CLUB. SHOUTOUT TO ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS.

Allison & Luke's Apartment. Chicago, Illinois. Later that day.

(Luke)

After I was finished with classes for the day, I went back to the apartment. I was in a good enough mood when I got back. The police had called me earlier that day to let me know that the frat boys had been officially charged with assaulting me. The odds were good that I was going to have to testify against them, but I was told that I wouldn't have to worry about that for a while yet. So, I decided to just save tomorrow's shit for tomorrow and take comfort in the fact that those frat boy assholes were off the streets and weren't going to have the chance to hurt anyone else; at least until the verdict. As I walked inside, I saw that Allison was already home and by the way that she was flinging paint onto a blank canvas that was set up in what could be called the living room, I could tell that she was pissed about something. During the time that I had come to know her, I had come to learn that when Allison was pissed, she took her frustrations out on the nearest blank canvas that she could get her hands on. The way she would attack those canvases with such tenacity and ferocity, made me feel almost sorry for them.

"Are you doing OK, Allison?" I asked as i put my shit down before walking over to check on her.

"Not really, I had to defend John today and it pisses me off." Allison replied as she kept painting with the rage of an inferno. She was still having hard feelings about the way things had ended between her and Bender. So I knew that if she had actually said something nice about the terror of Shermer High, she must have been feeling generous and honest in that moment or the dude that she was defending him too must have been an even bigger piece of shit then the criminal; and believe you me, that would take some doing.

"Who was he and what did he do to get you so pissed off?" I asked as I grabbed Allison's hands and took the paintbrush out of them and put it down so that she could talk to me one on one.

"This richie named Keith sat down with me at lunch and he started asking me all these questions about what school I went to and shit like that." Allison began as she tried to relax. "Then he started asking about John and acted like he was some art piece at a museum to be admire instead of a human being."

"That's the way those rich dill holes are, trust me on this." I replied, remembering my time spent with Clare and her whole rotten richie family. "They think that our lives are amusing because we can't just pull a thousand fucking dollars out of our assholes every time we want to buy some fancy trinket."

"The worst part is that I called him my boyfriend instead of my ex boyfriend." Allison groaned as I was taken aback a bit.

"Is he still your boyfriend?" I asked as she shook her head vehemently.

"John and I are over, for good." Allison insisted as she blew her hair out of her eyes.

"Then let me help you forget about the trust fund turd, I want to take you out again Allison." I said as I looked into her eyes. "I heard someone talking about this place uptown that serves some kick ass pie." Allison didn't even think about it as her face lit up with a big smile.

"Let me change my top." She said as she dashed off to her bedroom.

Emilio's Pies. Chicago, Illinois. Later that evening.

Luckily, the place wasn't too full as I got a slice of apple pie for myself and a slice of cherry for Allison. It was just like our first date all over again except this time, it was better. Now we weren't so awkward around each other, we were more at ease then we had been the first time around. We laughed louder and Allison talked more. Something about it felt so right to me and I think that it felt right to her too.

Allison and Luke's Apartment. Later that night.

After we got back, Allison had been telling me about this creepy kid who was always drawing bugs for his art projects. Everyone in the class was pretty much fed up with him by this point.

"Hold up, he actually brought that to class?" I asked in amazement as Allison told me about his most recent painting of a centipede.

"Yeah, and when the professor started giving him Hell for it, he asked: What is more beautiful than a centipede?" she answered in a mocking tone that was totally deserved, among other things. Once we were safely inside, i put my hand on Allison's cheek and made her look at me.

"You are..." I replied as we locked eyes. We looked at each other and nothing was said for a few moments until I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. I had wanted to do this for a while, but I didn't want to rush her. Now though, I felt like I couldn't resist any longer. It was only for a moment when I pulled back. Allison looked stunned for a few moments as she looked at me.

"Allison, i'm sorry..." I started to say, assuming that she hadn't wanted me to kiss her, but suddenly she moved forward and kissed me passionately on the lips. We put our arms around each other as I held Allison tightly while we kissed. It felt nothing like when I had kissed Claire, this felt so much more real and so much more true.

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