Title: I See You, You See Me (hate this title but its a great song and gave me the idea for this)
Author : TruffleShuffle
Disclaimer : I wish to god that i did own The Breakfast Club but sadly, i don't. If I did i'd of released a dvd with those DELETED SCENES by now!
Summary : Parallel stories of John and Claire in detention in the movie, and on the way back to Shermer in 1999.
Rated : I've put this at T, let me know if its wrong.
Authors Note: Okay, so this is my first ever piece of writing and I had planned to set it out to Magic Numbers lyrics, but apparently we can't do that anymore (what happens to the fics already with lyrics in – do they get taken off?). Anyway what I'm trying to do, hopefully successfully, is a Claire/John reunion fic that avoids all the clichés that can sometimes drive me mad. Each chapter set in 1999 will have an accompanying chapter set in the movie like this one. Please review, I promise I'll take onboard what you say, and even if you don't like this chapter could you read the next one anyway, cos I'm not as confident with the non movie setting and I could really use some guidance from your expert opinions. Thank you!
Saturday March 24, 1984.
Shermer High School, Shermer,Illinois.
Claire knew it was no good watching the clock. She'd been in the library almost an hour and already her butt was numb.
One hour down (almost). Only eight hours left. Jesus, she thought, adjusting her position in her chair, I should have just gone to class on Friday.
Just as she began to feel sorry for herself, she was snapped out of it by the same asshole that'd been pissing her off since she got here. She didn't really know Andy Clarke, the guy next to her, that well but she'd presumed he'd be able to get the stoner sat behind her.
Unfortunately, her faith in Andy was waning. And she'd had enough of this guy, whoever he was.
"Why don't you just shut up?" she span round and sneered at him. "Nobody here is interested!"
Not entirely true, whispered a voice in her head, he's certainly been entertaining…
Andy turned round to face her. He was kind of good looking, Claire mused, but he's too perfect, if there is such a thing. He needs somebody to mess him up a little. Give him the 'interesting' factor.
"Really! Buttface!" Andy seemed too pleased with himself after this Not so perfect after all, then.
"Well hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" The loser with the dangly earring that Claire just couldn't keep her eyes off retorted easily.
A nervous voice piped up in the background. It made a plea for working in peace but was dismissed. Not even that, just simply ignored. Somehow, Brian Johnson's voice made a complete bypass, away from the ears of Andy, Claire and Bender. Allison heard of course, but she was far too busy watching the trio upfront and their little performance to acknowledge him.
"Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass...so knock it off!"
The guy, Bender, only she didn't know his name yet, twisted his face into a mock of pain.
"It's a free country" Everybody asked themselves the same thing in that room – is it?
There wasn't one person there who didn't want to escape something.
Claire wasn't good with confrontation. She'd gone along with all sorts of things in the past, just in order to avoid a scene. And she really didn't like where this was going. Why don't we just do the stupid papers? Or better yet, lets just all sleep. She'd forgotten about detention and had been rudely awakened by her father that morning.
"He's just doing it to get a rise out of you! Just ignore him..." and Andy half heartedly made a sign of agreement.
"Sweets" the guy replied with an easy wit that she knew she'd never get the better of, "You couldn't ignore me if you tried!"
She didn't know if that was true or not. But she didn't let it show. She rolled her eyes, same way she had done a million times before.
Same way she always did when trying to disguise her feelings.
Okay, I'll post the first 1999 chapter up tomorrow, meant to do it tonight but I haven't finished and its too late. I'm not so sure how I feel about what I've written, but thank you for reading!