Title: The World through the Eyes of a Basket Case

Author: TWBasketcase

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of The Breakfast Club

Chapter 6 – Sunday Rain

I feel like I'm floating, there's water around me that's for sure. On my face I feel wetness, the water enters my mouth and suddenly I feel as if I am drowning. I slowly open my eyes to a big furry monster with sharp teeth and a large pink tongue. "Aaahh er grr!" I yelped and twisted my body. My legs became twisted within my bed sheets and my body toppled to the floor. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck!" I look to the source of the voice, which was John Bender, right underneath me on the floor in my room. "That thing tried to eat me!" I yelped, struggling to get off of him.

"That thing is my dog, dip shit!" He yelled; obviously still a little bewildered at what went down.

I turned slowly to my bed and noticed Duke, the 90 pound black and tan German Shepherd standing tall on the bed with his tongue hanging out of his mouth goofily, tail wagging. "Damnit, he scared the hell out of me!" I cried.

"He needs to go outside, Allison." John said, stretching his arms over his head, "Besides I have to get going home now anyways, long day ahead." He got up and gathered his things.

"You sure you don't want something to eat before you go?" I asked, getting up.

"No I should be alright. Thanks for letting me crash though, I appreciate it," he replied without eye contact.

"Okay, well at least let me walk you out…" I said drowsily.

We walked through my bedroom door and down the short hallway. As we walked through the kitchen the sound of my dad's voice startled me, "Who's that?" I turned to John and saw the startled look on his face, which then turned to a little confusion, "That's John." He got up from the table and made his way out of the room and started with his delinquent child rant. I looked back at John and we both burst out laughing. We approached the foyer of my apartment, I opened the door and he stepped outside. "What time are you usually up for school?" He asked me quickly. "I'm up by six," I told him.

"Why so early?" he asked confused.

"I've never saw any sense in sleeping in," I told him.

"Well if I'm here by quarter to eight will you walk with me?" he asked.

"It's a long walk, we'd be late!" I told him, "If you want you can meet me here; my dad's got a change jar on his dresser, I can get us some money to take the city bus," I explained.

"Yeah sure, whatever, I'll see you tomorrow then," He said, and with that he was gone.

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I closed the door to my bedroom and took a seat on my bed. I reached over to the record player on my nightstand and turned up my Motorhead record. Pulling up the blinds on the window above my bed, I observed the weather. It was very dark out for 8 a.m. and it was pouring rain. I always loved the rain; it was so peaceful, yet very chaotic. Rain was the kind of weather that lets you stare out into it and think deeply. I wondered what the next few days were going to hold for me, on one hand my life could drastically change, on the other I could go back to being invisible. I hated waiting! I usually wasn't the type to be in any sort of rush, just let the world and life come by me as it pleases…but this was too suspenseful! Everything was dramatic, yet exhilarating; risky, yet so worth it. Could any of us ever go back to our old lives knowing what we know now? It is possible, but it would be truly ignorant. I look back out to the drop spatters on my window; each one was so unique, yet so similar in its own respective way. The thought made me smile; everything is so unique yet so similar. I sighed happily and tilted my head towards the glass.

My thoughts went to Andrew and I smiled. I really don't think one person has ever made me feel so alive with just one gaze. His eyes were a deep penetrating blue; they were deep and soulful and one look from them just spoke a thousand words to me. The sound of his voice spoke volumes and it made my heart beat just that much faster. He is probably one of the most intelligent, spiritual, and energetic person I've ever met. He is very morally set, and also very sensitive; I've never met anyone quite like him, and I don't think I could ever take advantage of that fact. I don't think I could ever forget the way he made me feel, let alone being the first person in my life in a long time to talk to me like I was a human being just as important as he was. I smiled.

Then there was that kiss…both of them actually. His lips felt like flames yet were so gentle and passionate at the same time. His mouth and mine moved in unison, and I remember the way his tongue begged to enter my mouth, and when it did it taste so sweet. Kissing him was like electricity; two people, two different worlds, two different lives, complete opposites that complement each other to perfection.

He is everything that I'm not, but that is what is so wonderful about it. His confidence and sincerity make up for my insecurity and mind games. My individuality and creativity make up for his inability to go against the grain and his inability to stand up for himself. Each one of our attributes compliments the others. God I wish I could just look at him right now!

I sigh and reach under my bed; I look around a bit until I find my school yearbook from last year. I know that Andrew is a senior this year, along with Claire, while Brian and I are a year younger. I think Bender is supposed to be a senior, but he is in my grade. I flip through the pages of the book; I know there will be a lot of him in it. One thing that bothers me about yearbooks is that the yearbook committee is filled with the popular kids, so the whole book usually consists mainly of them and their friends. I stop on two pages filled with kids from the academic clubs and the honor role and I smile to myself. Brian Johnson.

Brian is a very sweet guy; he is caring and respectful to other people's feelings. He tends to get pretty nervous at times, and looks like he longs to fit in, it's a shame people like to run all over him. He is extremely intelligent, and that quality about him makes me a little envious. I'm not stupid or anything, my grades are pretty average, but that kid has a pretty good head on his shoulders. When he told the story to us yesterday about the gun, I was pretty shocked to say the least. It's pretty hard to imagine that his parents are that hard on him about it. I wonder how often they let him have fun. If my dad were that anal about school, I think I would have an ulcer by now. Its pretty fortunate that his parents try to motivate him, but to push him to the point where he is so scared to tell them he failed he would want to kill himself is utterly ridiculous; Brian is already very smart, why push him past his limits? I smile again, and continue to turn the pages.

I come across the student photos, and take a look at mine; I'm not smiling and my hair is hiding half my face, I look as if I would rather be any where else. I frown slightly, I must have been pretty angry. I turn two more pages and come across John's face; he really should patent that smirk. I laugh to myself and kept turning. I reached the student council page…or should I say pages.

Claire's smiling face shone throughout the picture as she held onto the waists of two of her friends. I wonder how she thinks of those friends now. Does she still look at them as the center of her entire high school universe? After she learned that not everyone looks at her so highly for acting the way she does to people outside of her little clique, could she possibly look at them the same? I think out of the entire Breakfast Club, Claire got the biggest reality check yesterday; I hate to say it, but I'm glad too. I remember distinctly the snickers she made towards me when I first entered the room, and the constant insults she threw at John. She really does have a pretty face, I'm glad she got over the scowl she had plastered on it; the smiles and gracefulness definitely suit her better. She told me she would try her hardest to stick up to her friends; I guess my part would be to be patient for her. After what she had told us about the pressure they put on her I couldn't blame her for saying she would try; they could totally cut her down, or she could totally cut us down, it's going to be up to her.

I flip past the student council and move into the athletics. I smile widely whilst searching for the wrestling team. The wrestling team had two pages dedicated to them, one of them a full page picture of the team captain, the coach, and Andrew all holding state champion trophies. I grin proudly and look at his face closely; he has a cocky grin spread across his lips as if it's the best moment of his life. His gorgeous eyes are beaming. His hair is wet and he is wearing his "required" blue uniform, it looks like the picture was taken directly after the tournament ended. Maybe if everything goes alright tomorrow, I could go watch his match next Saturday; I would love to watch him compete, it looks like something that makes him very happy and if he's happy that's a good enough reason for me to smile.

I close the year book and look back to the rain that continues to fall. Sunday rain is to me, the most peaceful and quiet thing in the world. The clouds are beautiful shades of purple, green, and blue. The rain slaps the pavement with gentle force. I look around my room; the posters on the walls, my drawings on the ceilings, the empty chip bags from last night…peaceful chaos outdoors as well as indoors. I sigh, and realize that is what tomorrow is going to bring…chaos.

To Be Continued.