Disclaimer: This is really starting to get old, so if you don't get the idea by now I suggest you seek professional help immediately. I have no legal rights to the characters, movie, actors, plot, or anything. I'm merely borrowing them without permission, but with every intention of giving them back.
Summary: John/Claire obviously, maybe a little bit of intimate happenings between them, I haven't decided yet.
A/N: I would once again like to thank my reviewers, and all the other random people who read my story,but didn't review. Read on!
John stared at Claire blankly for a minute. Was she joking, or was Claire, the princess of Shermer High School, actually asking him over, when her parents were out no less? It seemed kind of far-fetched, but lately it seemed like more and more things that he would have previously dismissed as impossible were happening. Take Andy and Allison for example. He was a jock and she was a basket case, but they were a couple, and despite rumors that suggested otherwise, John knew they were doing just as they pleased. That was what he wanted for himself. To find someone who would let him be okay with who he was, and who would be okay with herself when she was with him. Maybe he'd finally found her.
Bender awoke from his trance to find Claire's probing gaze still upon him, and he realized he still hadn't answered her question. A lopsided grin spreading across his face he said, "Sure Cherry, what time do you want me there?"
After giving John directions to her house Claire walked absentmindedly toward home. She'd known ahead of time that this would be a trying day so she'd told her dad not to expect her home until a little later than usual. She hadn't mentioned that she didn't have a ride. It wasn't that she was opposed to walking home, it was just that it wasn't something she made a point of doing often. Today she needed time to think. She had some major decisions to make, like what to wear tonight, she thought with a giddy smile. Things were already going better than planned.
It was 8:00 on the dot and there was a sharp knock on the door of the Standish household. Claire rushed down from her room on the second floor to answer it. She was pleasantly surprised with what she found. Outside stood John Bender, his hair actually looking like it had been brushed, his cloths actually looking like they had been washed. "Hey stranger," she said ushering him inside.
"Nice place," he commented as he noticed the carefully chosen and perfectly matching décor.
Claire shrugged, "It's ok I guess, my mom decorated almost everything. She's amazing when it comes to stuff like that." Biting her lip she fell silent. The last thing she wanted for John to think she had some semblance of a normal relationship with her parents, especially when it wasn't the truth. Changing the subject she asked nervously, "Do you want to see my room?"
He had to laugh. She was obviously new at this, and he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable by moving too fast, but he didn't want to make her feel undesirable by moving too slow either. This was a delicate situation. Very delicate he thought as he let is eyes trace the outline of her body underneath her carefully chosen wardrobe. Seeing the way he was looking at her Claire blushed. She'd never been with a guy before, and certainly not one who was as experienced as John. "Relax, princess," he purred, taking her hand in his, "we'll get there."
(A/N: Ok, I'm going to let you imagine whatever you want for this part, because you can probably infer basically what's going on and there's really no need for me to go into detail. The Reader's Digest condensed version is that John spends the night with Claire, and they find themselves together the next morning. If you want me to add some more intimate details to the scene, you can write them, send them to me, and if I like them I might add them in later. Thanks very much.)
Claire awoke to find golden sunlight streaming brightly through her closed bedroom blinds. What a nice Saturday morning she thought as she sat up lazily. What a minute! Today wasn't Saturday. It was Tuesday! In a moment of sheer panic Claire glanced over at her alarm clock. It said ten o'clock A.M. and she had no excuse for being two hours late to school. Just as she was about to jump into the shower she noticed something else. Cloths were strewn all over the room, and not just her own, plus there was an arm laying on top of her sheets. An arm that was attached to a body, a naked body, John Bender's naked body. Suddenly the events of the previous night came flooding back to her. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle. She had to wake up John, but what would be the best way of going about it? Deciding on something subtle, she leaned down and whispered softly in his ear, "Good morning."
"Five more minutes," he muttered groggily.
Snickering, Claire punched him lightly on the arm, "John! John!" she spoke loudly this time, "You have to get up. We're already late, and going to be in enough trouble as it is."
Suddenly he sat bolt upright. "Claire?" he asked, then, coming to a sudden realization added, "What time is it?" Rolling her eyes she simply grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the shower with her.