Title: The World through the Eyes of a Basket Case
Author: TWBasketcase
Disclaimer: I do not own the Breakfast Club…and I think I am gonna say that for all upcoming chapters so I don't have to repeat myself anymore! So for the rest of this story: I DO NOT OWN TBC!
Chapter Summary: This is going to be mostly further developments between Andy and Allison and it is going to take place that afternoon after school at Allison's house. For those of you worried that I am going to break them up…set your fears aside; I have another story for that!
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Chapter 19 – Storm Blowing Over

As I walked up the corridor towards my apartment I couldn't help but notice the large amount of noise that was coming from inside. There was yelling and banging and it was sorta starting to frighten me. I had a very strange day at school today; between my guidance councilor visit and finding out my boyfriend lost his virginity to my arch nemesis I am beginning to think maybe I actually am starting to go crazy.

I approached the door and swung it open; my dad was hanging out with his new girlfriend – again – and it looks as if she decided to bring her two kids over with her. Joy.

I looked up at them with raised eyebrows as one of the kids began wrapping me up with a roll of toilet paper. If this is their way of letting me know I have a new brother or sister coming I hope that they decide to shoot me instead. His girlfriend stood up and approached me with her teased blonde hair and ridiculously red lips. Her shirt was too small and the blue spandex pants just weren't working for her; she wasn't fat or anything – she was actually pretty thin – but when you have them pulled up to just under your boobs then something has gotta look wrong.

"Hello Allison!" She screeched a little too high pitched for my liking, "How are you today darling?"

I raised one eyebrow and folded my arms, "Is this your way of trying to win me over? Because if that is what you are trying to do don't bother, my dad is gonna choose you over me."

She put a finger on her chin and glanced at my father worriedly, who just shrugged, and she turned back to me, "No I just thought maybe we can be friends?"

I let out a snort, "Trust me lady, the friends I have now are enough drama and heartache…I'll stick with them. You can stick with my old man."

She let out a nervous laugh and sat back down beside my dad. Beside me, I had a horrid looking child crashing plastic planes into my leg. I wouldn't admit it but it kinda hurt. I kicked his toys out from under my feet and proceeded to walk to my room. The child hollered over dramatically behind me and I couldn't help but role my eyes.

"Oh Allison?" My dad called. Is he actually talking to me civilly?

"What!"

"I need you to baby sit for us." Who was I kidding…it's not a cold day in hell today.

"Excuse me! Why the hell would I do that?" I placed my hands on my hips and walked towards them. His girlfriend – or I should say Pamela – swallowed hard and tried to force a smile.

"Because you are my daughter, and I asked you to!" He retorted trying but failing miserably to sound strict.

I rolled my eyes, "Since when…I may be your daughter by genetics but that doesn't require a relationship!" I spat.

"Can't you just do this one thing without being difficult?"

"What's in it for me?"

He rolled his eyes, "Of course you want something out of it…"

"Well if I have to spend my time supervising Satan's spawns then yeah I do want something out of it," I hesitated and scratched my head, "Of course you guys could always bring them with you…"

"Okay, okay…" Pamela piped up, "How much you want, hunny?"

I thought for a moment, "A prom dress…it's already on lay away and I don't have the money to buy it. I also need some cash to pay back my friend Claire for putting it on lay-away…"

"Allison!" My father shouted in horror.

I shrugged nonchalantly, "Okay then, have it your way. Maybe I can just go to Claire's instead…"

"No I'll do it," Pamela said warily, "If we can stay out an extra hour…"

I scoffed, "Half…"

"Deal," She said narrowing her eyes, "But I go with you to pick up the dress…I'm not handing you the cash and then finding out that the dress really was a hundred bucks cheaper or something…"

"Whatever," I sighed dramatically, "I'll be in my room."

I walked briskly down the hallways into the sanctuary of my room. Looks like my night has gone from being quiet and alone, to pure defined hell; I hate children most of time, and that's usually because they are so damn bratty. I don't mind the ones that are real quiet and like to play with their stuffed animals alone, but the loud bratty ones who hit you with their toys are the worst. I plopped a Cure record into the player and lay back on my bed. Too much information is going to my brain at the moment; I need to take a breather.

The silence was almost immediately interrupted with the phone ringing; dammit! I reached over and grabbed the receiver, "Hello?"

"Hey…" It was Andy and he still sounded a little shaky when talking to me. After Ashley left the cafeteria all we kinda did was stand there saying nothing until the bell rang a few moments later. What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to care, be angry, sad, what? I didn't know.

"What's up, Andy?" I asked sighing slightly, even though he probably wanted to know, I didn't feel like talking about what happened.

"I just wanted to see what you were doing…and if you were okay…"

"I'm fine alright; it's not like she shot me in the foot."

He sighed, "Look, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to say sorry, or what…"

I rolled my eyes, "You don't have to say sorry…it was just awkward."

"Okay, I'll give you that. Where were you after school then? I thought you wanted me to drive you home."

I paused, "I wanted to walk."

He sighed again, this time a little more irritably, "I thought you said you weren't mad!"

"I'm not!"

"Then why are you trying to avoid me?"

I put my forehead in my hand, "I'm not! I just said that its awkward is all! I just wanted to walk so I could clear my head."

"Okay then, if you aren't trying to avoid me then let me come over."

I rolled my eyes yet again, "Why do you want to come over? I'm baby-sitting these two monster brat children and I'm miserable."

"I wanna come over so I can talk to you…I'll be there in a bit."

I was about to protest but he had hung up the phone. I sighed and threw it back on the receiver; he is too persistent some times. I love him to death but he can drive me so nuts! A loud noise broke my thoughts as something was hitting my bedroom door – and hard. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and opened the door.

"We're hungry, lady!" The older of the two yelled. He was missing about six teeth and he had lots of freckles and a shaved head. He really wasn't that cute.

"So what! Get something to eat!"

"Mommy said you have to get it for us!" the younger one joined in, he was equally as ugly but still had his teeth.

I rolled my eyes; I thank the lord everyday my mother stopped at one. I could only imagine this is what Andy had to go through with his two younger brothers. I stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a box of crackers and threw them on the counter. They looked at me like I was crazy.

"What?" I asked with a smirk.

"Mark said we can have spaghetti!" The younger one yelled.

I raised my eyebrows, "Who the hell is Mark?"

"Me!" The older one screamed, "And he is Jacob! We want spaghetti!"

They kept repeating themselves over and over, "we want spaghetti, we want spaghetti!" I was almost ready to pull my hair out.

"OKAY!" I yelled and they shut up instantly; I felt kinda bad yelling at them but they were just so damn annoying! Pamela better be throwing some extra cash over for this…

"What do you want in it?"

"MEATBALLS AND CHEESE!" They yelled in unison.

I rolled my eyes; great now I get to make meat, wonderful. I shook my head and pulled some noodles out of the cupboard with a can of sauce. These little brats better appreciate this!

Once the noodles were boiling, the meatballs were baking and the sauce was cooked, they started whining about how hungry they were. Jacob was basically crying while Mark was going on about how much he was starving that he was close to death. I hope I never have children.

A few moments later I heard a knock on the door which was more than likely Andy. "Come in!"

As soon as he stepped in the door the two young boys had bolted from the table to approach him.

Mark put his hands on his hips, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Andy raised his eye brows and looked from me to the boy, "I'm Andrew, Allison's friend."

Jacob gave him a big smile, "You're cool!"

"Thanks, you're pretty cool yourself," he replied with a laugh. Jacob was beaming while Mark got jealous, "What about me?" he barked.

Andy smiled, "You're cool too, don't worry." I shook my head and pulled the meatballs out of the oven while the boys conversed; how is it they are so nice to him but they are monsters to me? I pulled out two small plates and prepared their dinner.

"Come sit down and eat," I ordered.

The two young boys reached the table in record time and began eating hellishly. They may as well have been inhaling it through their noses they're eating it so fast. I looked at Andy who gave me a teasing smile; he obviously noticed my irritation. I walked into the living room and motioned for him to sit down as the kids eat.

"Are you having fun?"

I eyed him sharply, "Hell no…"

"Aww, come on they're just kids!" He laughed.

"Easy for you to say…I've never really had to be around them! They're like clingons or something!"

He laughed and sat down beside me looking at the floor. I eyed him closely and noted his nervous posture, "What's wrong?"

His eyes shot to mine, "Nothing…"

I scoffed, interrupting him, "…Yeah, okay."

He sighed and looked at me with a serious expression, "I don't know what to say, okay? Are your feelings hurt? Are you grossed out, what?"

I smirked, "Say whatever you're feeling if that helps. No my feelings aren't hurt and the thought of you and her is pretty gross, but what do you want me to say about it? You know how I feel about her and she took that jab just to piss me off. I'm trying to tell myself it's nothing; I'm not giving her the satisfaction of getting me upset about it."

"I just want you to know that it was a one time thing; she went onto someone else as soon as we were done. And it was like a year and a half ago…when I look at it now I regret it."

I nodded, "I just can't stand her is all…it wouldn't surprise me if she went right on to someone else; she seems like that kind of girl."

He rolled his eyes, "She is…she's been with Jack for like two months and that is more than anyone thought it would be."

I involuntarily shuddered, "Did she mean anything to you?"

He hesitated, "At the time I thought she did; I liked her enough to have sex with her. If I would have known she was just using me for a casual lay I probably would have never done it."

"Okay…how many other times have you done it since her?"

He looked me straight in the eyes, "Once."

I pursed my lips together, "Did you regret it?"

"Not at all; not one single second of it. When you do it with someone you love it is a lot different…if I would have known that it was supposed to be that beautiful I think I would have saved myself."

I smiled and blushed, "It was beautiful, wasn't it?"

"There is nothing in the world that could compare to it." He grabbed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. He sure did know how to make me feel better! I leaned over and gave him a long, passionate kiss, but before it could get any deeper we were interrupted.

"Allison, Jacob threw up…"

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I closed the door to my father's room after putting the boys to bed; I didn't think one child could hold so much in his stomach! I walked down the hall to the kitchen where Andy was gathering up the dirty paper towels. It didn't seem to bother him that much but the smell alone made me feel like getting sick.

He looked up at me, "Is he okay?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah, he just ate too fast I think. Thanks for cleaning up the table."

"No problem, I would rather clean up the mess than bath him." He laughed.

"Well that's good; I would rather bath him so I guess we make a good team!"

We laughed for a few minutes until we heard the door open and the room filled with laughter. My father and Pamela have come home from their night out. Andy looked at me and bit back a laugh at the scowl of disgust on my face.

Pamela looked at me and gave me a wild wave, "How were the children?"

I shrugged, "They were fine until Jacob threw up all over the place…"

She put a hand over her mouth, "Oh my god is he okay?"

"Yeah he just ate too fast or something. They are sleeping right now in my dad's room."

"Thank you so much." She looked at Andy intently and smiled, "I don't think we've met…"

He extended his hand, "I'm Andrew Clark."

"Pamela Parker. Are you Allison's boyfriend?"

"Uh…yeah." He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away from her nervously. I could have laughed out loud at him.

She turned and winked at me, "You lucky girl, he's cute."

I shook my head and smirked, ready to change the subject. I don't exactly need my dad's old lady commenting on my boyfriend, "So how was your night?"

She clasped her hands together and jumped back to stand next to my father, "It was absolutely wonderful!" she squealed, "We went out to a wonderful restaurant and watched the most beautiful play. After the play we went for a walk to the park…it was absolutely romantic!"

"Well I'm happy for you…I guess…" I replied with raised eyebrows.

"Well that's good…" my dad said. They gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity; and during that eternity I felt as if I was going to be sick.

Pamela turned to me and lifted up her hand, "…Because we decided to get married, isn't that great?"

TBC

TWBasketcase