WE DO NOT OWN THE BREAKFAST CLUB.
Monday. April 1, 1984. Standish Family House. Clarendon Hills, Illinois.
(Luke)
The second time that I saw Claire Standish cry was Monday afternoon. She came out of the school with a decent sized red spot on her blouse. She said nothing as she dove right into my arms. I hugged her tight as she cried so hard. Even harder than at the Saturday detention.
"What's wrong Claire?" I whispered as her tears stained my shirt. She didn't say anything, she just kept crying. The others didn't quite know what to do. It was obvious from the looks on their faces that they felt bad for Claire, but it was just so awkward to see her being so vulnerable.
"What's wrong with Cherry?" Bender quietly asked Allison. She just shrugged and let out a small squeak; classic Allison. Eventually, we were saved from the awkwardness by the arrival of Mr. Standish. As soon as Claire saw the BMW, she quickly dried her eyes and pulled me by the hand into the car.
"Hi Claire Bear, how was your day?" he asked.
"Fine daddy," she said quietly.
"Are you OK honey?"
"Yeah daddy, I'm just really tired." Claire's old man shrugged his shoulders and drove on. The rest of the drive went on in silence. Old man Standish was still as oblivious as ever and I didn't know what the Hell had happened to get my girlfriend so upset. Eventually, we made our way back to Casa Del Standish. Once we got inside, Claire went straight upstairs to her room without saying a word.
Around 5 PM, the house was empty except for Claire and I. Her parents had some high society thing that they had planned before I moved in. I overheard Mrs. Standish suggesting that they skip it because she did not trust me alone with her daughter. Mr. Standish on the other hand, assured her that he had spoken to both of us at great length about keeping it in our pants. Eventually, their need to show off for their richie friends won out and they left. Claire had not spoken to anyone since she had gotten home and eventually I got tired of it. I went upstairs and knocked on her door.
"Claire," I said as I waited.
"Daddy said...not to visit each other's rooms," she replied with a teary voice.
"I don't give a rat's ass Claire, I'm coming in!" I exclaimed as I walked in to find Claire laying on her bed, crying and with her makeup and mascara running down her face.
"I don't want you to see me like this Luke!" she cried as I walked over and sat on her bed.
"Please Claire, tell me what happened." I pleaded as Claire crawled over and sat in my lap.
"It was...my friends." my girlfriend explained.
"The bitch squad?" I asked as she nodded.
"That's the truth," she agreed. "They were cornering me in the hallways before my classes and they were talking shit about me...and you."
"What else is new?" I asked rhetorically. I was so used to the entire world talking mad shit about me because of my social status and my home life and my parents and my financial means, or lack thereof. Honestly, it didn't even phase me anymore. It was all that I really knew.
"Then they rigged my locker...and they sprayed ketchup all over me," Claire wept as I held her.
"So, that was where the red spot came from," I concurred as I gave her a kiss on the head. "I'm so sorry Claire."
"Why?" she asked as she looked into my eyes. "You didn't do anything wrong, it was me."
"What are you talking about?" I asked in a confused tone of voice.
"Everything that you and Brian and Bender said about me in detention was true, every word of it!" she wailed. "I am such a bitch!"
"Claire, come on."
"No it's true. I used to be just like those girls. I only cared about what I wore and what everyone thought of me and about being prom queen. Those bitches tortured other people for the stupidest reasons and I never stood up for them. I just stood there and let it happen. Oh my God, I actually used to believe that the nerds and the geeks looked up to me. That was what Michelle and Cindy told me and I swallowed it. I swallowed all of their popular richie bullshit! I'm such an idiot!" She cried on my shoulder as I tilted her chin, leaned in, and kissed her deeply.
"Listen to me Claire," I said as I wiped away her tears. "You are so beautiful, inside and out. You may have been a bitch once upon a time, but you've changed; I know you have. Look at everything that you've done for me. I have a safe house because of you, I am alive because of you. You saved my life, you give me a reason to wake up in the morning. Claire Standish, you are the most amazing person that I know." She sniffled a little as she looked me dead in the eye.
"You mean all that?" she asked.
"Of course, I said it didn't I?" I asked in return as she put her hands on my cheeks and kissed me with passion. We started kissing each other deeply as we fell back and she was on top of me. Her lips still tasted like cherries and I loved it. Although, in the end what spoiled the moment was my big mouth.
"Claire...I love you," I whispered as she suddenly stopped and looked at me.
"You what?" she asked nervously as I realized what I had just said.
"Nothing...forget it, it was a heat of the moment thing," I replied as I quickly got off of the bed. Claire wasn't letting me go that easily though.
"Bull, I heard what you said," Claire insisted. "Say it."
"Claire please!"
"Say it!"
"I can't!"
"SAY IT!"
"I LOVE YOU ALL RIGHT!" I screamed as she started me down and blocked my way. "I fucking love you Claire, is that what you wanted to hear?" I stood there, scared shitless as I waited to see what she would say.
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