Title: The World through the Eyes of a Basket Case

Author: TWBasketcase

Summary: What happens to our beloved Breakfast Club after the detention?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the movie.

A/N: Once again because I'm Canadian, I'm not too sure what the rules are like with the health care system in the States, here if you go in and you are under the age of eighteen, they don't call your parents; they fix you up and you can go home…so I'm just going to do it like that! I also don't know what the fees are like since we have free health care, so I'm just going to leave that out for the most part. If anyone would like to let me know, that would be great.

Chapter 9 – Sticks and Stones

"Okay, just about finished here," the doctor said, "You are going to have to keep the cast on for about six to eight weeks, you cannot get it wet, and I would also advise you to not stick anything between the cast and your skin."

"I get it," Brian said glumly. We have been at the hospital for about two and half hours now; the doctor insisted on checking me and John out, if we could pay for it or not. John's nose was broken, he needed five stitches in his forehead, and he had three cracked ribs the doctor taped up for him. I was okay; a fat lip, a black eye, and some bruising on my abdomen. Brian on the other hand wasn't so lucky; he came out with a broken wrist, a sprained ankle, and a few minor abrasions. We were just waiting for the doctor to finish up on him so that we can go home; Andy and Bender had gone down to the cafeteria in the meantime, while I waited with Brian.

I felt sort of bad for him, I could tell he was pretty scared, but he insisted on putting up a tough act around Andy and John. "How are you feeling, Brian?" I asked him gently.

"I'm better now, but my mom is going to flip when I get home though," he replied quietly.

Suddenly the door burst open, and I turned my head around quickly to see who was approaching.

"Oh my god, are you guys alright? John called me and I got down here as soon as I could!" Claire asked frantically.

"We're fine…those assholes from lunch and two of your friends jumped us on the football field. Guess they don't like 'losers' making them look bad in front of the whole school," I replied rolling my eyes.

"Fuck," she muttered, "I can't believe they would do something like that!"

"Yeah, well you can thank Andy for chasing them off," Brian muttered.

I looked at Claire, she was absolutely fuming, her eyes got all squinty and her face reddened a little. "Where are they now?" She whispered to me.

"They went to the cafeteria, we've been here for almost three hours for x-rays, stitches and the like; they should be back any minute now."

"How much longer until they can leave, Doctor?" Claire asked, quickly turning her focus to the short, balding man.

"Just give me a few more minutes here to complete their charts and you can go," he said not looking up from his papers.

"Brian I have some money here, I can pay the fee here so we can get you home…" Claire started.

"That would be cool, thanks," he replied, still sounding pretty miserable.

A few moments later John and Andy returned and we gathered up our things to leave. Brian had to leave on crutches, which he would have to use for two weeks. We exited the building and made our way to Andy's station wagon. After everyone was in we were on our way.

The ride was relatively silent; John, Claire, and Brian were in the backseat, each with different expressions on their faces. Brian looked pretty nervous, and a little scared, while Claire was still visibly pissed. Bender on the other hand didn't seem too bothered by the whole situation; he just kept looking Claire up and down, when she wasn't paying attention, and licking his lips. I smirked to myself and looked at Andy; his expression was pretty unreadable; he has been pretty silent, almost as if he has been in deep thought. I sighed and looked back at the road; everything seemed so disheartening

We pulled up to Brian's house and stopped in the driveway. Andy and Claire both opened their doors to help Brian out, "Hang tight," was all Andrew said before he shut his door. I turned around and looked at John; he was fingering the stitches on his forehead not paying attention to his surroundings, "Finding any thing interesting in there?" I asked him amused.

He looked at me with a playful glare, "Ha, ha, ha…I'm just not used to these things," he stated matter-of-factly.

"That was pretty crazy, wasn't it?"

"I'm used to getting jumped by jocks," he replied, "it was just shitty because you two got stuck in the middle of it."

I frowned and turned around in my seat and looked at the house ahead of me; it was nothing special: middle class; not too big or small, with a neatly trimmed lawn, a small garden. I watched closely as Brian's mom opened up the door, she had quite the look of fright on her face. She didn't appear to be saying anything, just looking back and forth between the three people standing in front of her. Brian was staring at his feet while Andy and Claire were both talking to her. Within a few minutes, she placed her arms around Brian's shoulder and helped him into the house, and Andy and Claire made their way back towards the car.

Andy opened the driver side door and slid into his seat, he started the car and sat for a few moments before speaking up, "Where am I going now?"

"You can just take us to my house, Andy," Claire replied. Andy nodded his head and pulled out of the drive way as John and Claire quietly argued in the back.

About ten minutes later they were out of the car and approaching a fairly large, elegant home. We sped off in the direction of my complex after I gave Andy the address.

As we pulled up to my building and parked. I turned to him, "Do you want to come in?"

"Yeah sure, I don't have to be home for another two hours," he replied quietly, turning off the ignition.

We entered the building and took the three flights up to my apartment in relative silence. I turned the handle and saw my dad sitting at the kitchen table, like usual. He looked up to me over his dinner, and his eyes widened, "what the hell happened to you?" he asked, returning his gaze back to his dinner.

"I got in a fight at school, is all," I answered, "This is Andrew," I finished pointing behind me.

He looked back up to me and glared, "wow, second guy in two days, glad to see my daughter has some class."

I rolled my eyes, "Let's go," I said to Andy as I walked through the kitchen and down the hallway towards my room, "Just ignore him," I called behind me, loud enough so my father could hear as well, "when he isn't avoiding me, he is a heartless prick!"

Andy glanced at me worriedly and just nodded as he followed me to my room. I opened up the door and kicked everything on the floor into my closet. I turned back to Andy and smiled.

"So I'm the second one in two days, huh?" he asked mockingly.

I hesitated for moment, trying to word things correctly…"John slept over on Saturday." Dammit! That didn't come out right!

He raised his eyebrows at me in confusion. "I mean," fuck I'm dumb! "I ran into him at the park down the street and he wasn't allowed to go home so we hung out here and he slept on my floor," I said with a small twinge of guilt.

He nodded his head, "well that was nice of you," he replied with a small smile. I smiled again at him widely and took a seat on my bed and took off my shoes. I motioned for him to sit beside me, in which he acknowledged. "I looked all over for you today, I got kinda bummed because I didn't see you," I told him, shyly.

He chuckled a little, "I was in the gym most of the day…I was practicing for my next wrestling meet. I saw Claire during fourth and she told me I could find you walking home through the football field, that's when I showed up there," he said looking down at the floor. I lay back on my bed and looked up to him, "I'm glad you did get there, who knows what would have happened if you hadn't," I eased him.

"What I don't get is why they went after you in the first place, I know those guys and they aren't really known to hit girls," He wondered.

"None of the guys did hit me; one just grabbed me after I kicked another guy in the nuts. It was two girls that went after me; one of them I beat up during first period today…Ashley Young or something."

"You beat up Ashley Young?" He asked laughing out loud.

I started to turn red, "She started bugging me, I stuck up for myself, she hit me, and so I beat her up…luckily Claire and John were there to pull me off or I would have gotten into some big trouble."

He smiled at me, almost proudly. His eyes met with mine and we sat there just gazing at each other for a few good moments. He moved down to lie beside me and reached for my hand, "So you guys had a pretty crazy day today then?" he asked me softly.

"It was fun at first because Claire told off her friends, then I beat up a bimbo," he started to laugh again, "John threw an entire tray a food at one of your friends, and then we went on another run through the hallways until we crashed out in the parking lot. It was a much better school day than I usually had, with the exception of getting jumped and not seeing you," I explained. I sat up and turned on one of my Blondie records on a low volume. I lay back down and sighed. I pulled my shirt half way up my stomach and observed the damage, "I still can't believe those skinny little things could do this much harm," I grumbled, rubbing my red and purple tummy. Andrew looked down at me and frowned; he lifted his hand to my bare abdomen and massaged it ever so lightly. I closed my eyes lightly and took in the incredible feeling of his touch. I moaned quietly, it was such a nice feeling that I could barely feel the pain in my wounds.

I opened my eyes again and noticed that our eyes had already locked. He was lying directly beside me on his side, supporting his head with one hand and rubbing my belly with the other. He had a glazed over look in his eyes; he stared at me so intently it was almost as if he thought if he looked away I would disappear. I raised my hands to the back of his head and pulled him down to meet my lips. He kissed me ever so gently; being very aware of my swollen lips. Every time his lips pressed against mine I felt as if my entire body would either melt or burst into flames. I pulled his jacket off of his shoulders and snuggled closer to him.

We lay pressed together for what seems like eternity, and it was so peaceful just listening to his heart and steady breathing. I smiled happily and looked up to meet his eyes. "Andy?"

"Yeah," he replied softly.

"What are you going to do about your friends?" I asked him quietly, "I mean I know you kind of got into a fight today and everything, but did they know about any of us yet?"

He hesitated for a few seconds, "I never really had the chance to tell them much of anything, really. I mean I know Claire was in a situation where you guys were on one side and her friends were on the other, and she made her decision. Since I was training most of the day I didn't really have time to think about my sport friends, my mind was actually on you guys most of the day," he admitted quietly, "but as for tomorrow, I have no idea what's going to happen, but one thing is for sure, I want you there. If I have to stand up to them again then I will. I thought it was going to be kinda hard to stand up to them, but after the way I seen them act towards you guys today, I was disgusted…they crossed the line and I cannot back down to them now." He said softly.

I nodded understanding completely what he meant; I smiled at him and kissed him again, I was beaming on the inside. I swear if I wasn't injured I'd jump him right now! That's how amazing he makes me feel. Claire was right; he really isn't like the rest of them. I closed my eyes and nuzzled as close to him as I could. He planted light kisses on my head and rubbed his fingers up and down my back. It felt so right; like I was made to fit right in his arms.

A few moments later he nudged me gently, I guess I was starting to doze off. "Hmmm,"

He chuckled, "Are you sleeping?" he teased

"No, I was just so comfortable…"

"Well I was wondering if I could ask you something,"

I looked up at his face and saw the seriousness in it, his eyes looking a little nervous, "Sure…"

"I know you are a junior, and that it may not be your style, but…my prom is in a month and a half and I needed a date…" he trailed off.

My eyes darted to meet his. Is he asking me to his prom! Out of all the pretty, popular girls he could get, he wants to go with me! My face broke out into a huge, goofy grin and I started to giggle.

His face turned red when he saw my reaction, and he started to laugh out of nervousness, "You find this funny?"

"Just a little bit," I said capturing his lips with mine.

"So you'll go with me?"

"Uh…um…Yeah sure, I guess so," I replied mockingly.

He broke out a huge grin and hugged me lightly into his chest, "You aren't going to be wearing those black eyes, are you?"

"As much as I hate not too," I giggled, "I promise I won't get into any cat fights before we go!" We laughed together for a few moments until we settled back down comfortably in each others' arms.

We lay that way until it was time for him to leave, he told me that he would see me at school tomorrow; he would be waiting at my locker in the morning. I walked back to my room after walking him out and began to get unchanged. I picked up an overgrown black 'Cure' shirt and threw it on over my underwear; I turned off my bedroom light and slid under my covers.

I stared up at my ceiling in the dark and thought about today; the good and the bad. All of my new friends had stuck to their word and the Breakfast Club had stuck together. We pulled some funny shit today together, but to no one's surprise, it got us into some trouble. Poor Brian was sitting at home with a couple of broken bones, while Bender and I got pretty roughed up. I could tell that Andy and Claire were both angry and embarrassed that their friends had acted that way…hell I'd be too! Andy didn't even think twice about helping us though, and that made me so incredibly happy and proud that for once he thought the right thing for himself. I smiled widely at the thought of going to the prom with him. I wonder what people will think about that? I mean I don't let people's opinion of me bother me, but they can get to Andrew at times.

Allison, didn't you learn your lesson about doubting him?

Shut up brain! I do not doubt him, I was just thinking, 'what if'. I smirked to myself in the darkness at the argument I was having with myself. Well they don't call me the basketcase for nothing! Ha!

So school again tomorrow; I really hope no one else gets hurt. It's crazy to think that because five different people made a friendship together, that all hell would break loose. I'm worried that this may turn into Shermer High School vs. The Breakfast Club; I squeaked loudly at the thought and brought my blankets up to my bruised cheeks. My life sure went from dull to over dramatic in three days…I wonder if I will be able to withstand that kind of pressure? I haven't really had friends since early grade school, its going to take some getting used to again. After today though, my new friends definitely proved they would lay down on the line for me, and I would do the same for them.

I pushed my face as comfortably as I could, without hurting myself, into my pillow and closed my eyes. I was going to be prepared tomorrow, and no way in hell am I going to let my guard down again. I close my eyes and drift off into the darkness of slumber…

To be continued.