Disclaimer: I own nothing. John Hughes is a genius.
A/N: My first attempt at a fanfic. Please be kind and review. I have no clue where this will go, so just hang on for the ride.
Claire Standish woke to some sort of an alarm blaring in her ear. It was the telephone in her penthouse suite at the Shermer Hilton. She tried to cover her head with her pillow, but it didn't work, so she rolled over and answered it.
"Ungh?" She grunted intelligently.
"Good morning Ms. Standish," the voice at the other end said, "It's 5:45 AM, time for your wakeup call. Thank you for choosing the Shermer, Illinois Hilton."
She hung up the phone and rolled back over. She wondered why she was even doing this. Here she was, 37, and a successful Beverly Hills boutique owner, and she found herself honoring a stupid pact she and her fellow breakfast clubbers had made on graduation night. Brian had proposed it as they were saying their goodbyes after the ceremony. "Hey fellas, I say that 20 years to the day of our Saturday detention, we meet again here at Shermer High at 7 AM. See you on March 24, 2004!" Everyone wholeheartedly agreed that it would be a great idea, but now the day had arrived, and Claire wasn't so sure anyone would want to show up.
Just then an errant thought crossed her mind. 'John Bender.'
Claire had always wondered what he was up to these days. He had been her first boyfriend, and inevitably with every relationship after that, she had compared the guy in question to him. Compared to what she had with Bender, she was disappointed by every guy, so she never ended up getting married.
Claire's curiosity, however got the best of her so she rolled out of bed and climbed into the shower. She hadn't been up this early since high school, so the hot water was a welcome invigorator.
About 15 minutes later, Claire climbed out and rummaged through her suitcase for something to wear, preferably one of her own creations. She decided on a crisp black button down shirt and a pair of long, skinny khakis with sequined black Marc Jacobs stilletos. As for jewelry, she decided on diamond stud earrings, a throwback to the day in question. She pinned her waist-length red hair up into a messy bun, and swiped some shimmery silver eyeshadow over her eyelids. She completed her look with a quick touch of mascara and bubble gum pink M.A.C. lipgloss.
At about 6:20, Claire grabbed her Prada bag and left her room. She climbed into her midnight blue rental Jaguar and sped off to the nearest Starbucks for a caffeine boost. Today it consisted of a venti vanilla latte.
About 35 minutes later, Claire pulled into the Shermer High School parking lot. She didn't know if anyone else was there from their group, because this March 24, too was a Saturday and cars were coming and going to deposit this week's group of detainees. She cut the ignition on the car and got out. As she was walking across the parking lot to the agreed meeting place, the front steps, somebody in a red BMW nearly plowed into her. Claire spouted a string of obscenities at the inattentive driver, but when she turned around, she was shocked to find who was behind the wheel of the car...
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