Disclaimer: I don't own TBC, just a fan.

As he lay there, Andy's mind began to wander. All he could think about was The Breakfast Club. He was so different from those people but so much the same. He had never fully accepted the fact that others had problems just like his, or even worse. His eyes had been opened, in more ways then one. These new friends of his liked and understood him for who he was, not what he appeared to be, but Allison knew him the best of all, probably better than he knew himself. She was so observant, so different, so beautiful. All day long he couldn't keep his eyes off of her for she amazed him in this unexplainable way. She saw right through him and he could feel it, his heart began to burn with a desire. But then when she came out, her face in full view, unblemished and pure, he was in a state of amazement. She was the most beautiful girl he had even seen, inside and out, so real and natural, carefree of others thoughts or feelings about her, so true. He was at a loss for words when he saw her, he still was. And then when he kissed her, it was one of the single greatest moments of his life, better than the state wrestling championship. He had never kissed a girl like that with so much desire and affection yet with such a nervous feeling coming over him. When she pulled away it was like the world was ending, her smile so radiant on such a dismal day. He had to talk to her.

How am I going to get a hold of her, he thought, I have no idea what her phone number is or where she lives, and with a last name like Reynolds, it is going to be virtually impossible. Aw what the hell, I'll hate myself if I don't, and it is 6 o'clock so by the time I get a hold of her, there should still be time to talk, if she wants to.

Andy pulled out the phone book and turned to Reynolds. He dragged his finger down the list as he counted the entries. 43, he thought, this may take longer than I thought. He dialed the first and when a voice came on he asked, Is Allison there?

Allison lay on her bed, gaze locked on the blue sports jacket, her only thoughts where on Andy. No one had ever cared for her the way he did, and in just that short time he came to know her better than anyone. He had come to her side when she was crying, bearing his emotions for all, finally thinking for himself. The way he was always looking at her gave her this feeling of acceptance, affection, and a belonging she had never known. She felt awkward at first in the makeup Claire did her up in, but when Andy gazed at her, she was taken in by it all, feeling as beautiful as he thought she looked. And the kiss, well really two kisses, they were sensational, so real and loving, full of true desire. She had never kissed a boy before, and though she knew Andy had, he seemed like he had never been near a girl before, much less kissed one. She liked that feeling, that they were on the same level in so many ways, and she didn't want to lose it.

The phone rang, startling her train of thought. She glanced at the clock, 8 o'clock. She picked it up without any hesitation.

"Hello," she said calmly.

"Um hi, may I please speak to Allison," said someone nervously.

"You already are, bud," she replied in an almost sarcastic tone. "Hey, it's Andy."

Allison dropped the phone, as her jaw dropped with it. She couldn't believe it, her heart beating so fast she could hardly think. He actually called her, no one ever called her, especially on a Saturday night. Her thoughts whirled in her head, as the phone kept saying "Hello, anybody there? Hello Allison?" She grabbed it up quickly, and returned to reality.

"Hi, I didn't expect to hear from you."

"Well, I tried like 35 other numbers before this so I am glad I finally got a hold of you. I really want to talk to you, I have been thinking about you all day, you know, everything that happened between us and The Breakfast Club."

"Yeah, me too. Um, but don't you have a party right now?" sad Allison.

"Huh, what party?" replied Andy, with a confused tone.

"Um, Scrubby's. You said it was tonight. Even though I wasn't talking doesn't mean that I don't listen."

"Oh that stupid thing, I forgot about it and am kinda glad I did. I want to distance myself away from those shitheads as much as I can, they are not the best friends a guy can have."

"Wow, the new and improved Andy amazes me again," replied Allison, in a laughing way, "Well, why don't you come over, we can sit in my backyard, we have a whole picnic set and stuff, and I can throw some kinda food together."

"Sounds great, as long as it is not a Captain Crunch and Pixy Stix sandwich. I don't think I am quite ready for that."

"Well, I guess I can find some other edible shit around here to eat. Are you going to be able to get over here, I mean get by your parents?" said Allison concerned.

"Yeah, I have alternate routes to reach my destinations," said Andy slyly, "What about your parents?"

"They aren't here, and if they were they wouldn't notice. They would just assume the door was moving because of the wind. Alright well, I live at 452 Northbrook Drive."

"No shit, that is like 10 blocks from my house!" said Andy excitedly.

"Well yes shit it is and you better hurry up, I already miss you." And with that Allison hung up.

Andy smiled the biggest smile he had ever smiled as he grabbed his jacket and began to head out. Allison fixed her hair and makeup quickly and ran down the stairs to get everything ready. They both could not wait to see each other.