I DO NOT OWN THE BREAKFAST CLUB.

Sunday. April 15, 1984. Standish Family home. Clarendon Hills, Illinois.

(Luke)

The next day, Claire came home from the hospital. The Mickey Finn hadn't done any serious damage and that was a comfort. Ma and Pa Standish had gone to church and brunch with friends of theirs. Mercifully, I had been allowed to stay home and wait on my girlfriend hand and foot, which I was more than happy to do. I had made her breakfast in bed and considering that it was my first time doing it, it turned out pretty well.

"You made me eggs?" Claire asked as she sat up.

"Yeah, do you like sunny side up?" I asked in return.

"I love sunny side up." She smiled as she took the plate and silverware and started to dig in. I was happy to see her smiling again. Ever since her prissy bitch friends had abandoned her for joining the Breakfast Club, Claire had been miserable most of the time at school. I was happy to do whatever I could to give her a single moment of happiness. She was happy to take the opportunity to have a lazy day which would help prepare her for the onslaught that would be waiting for her at Shermer high the next day. As she ate her eggs, the phone started to ring. Claire moved to answer it, but I didn't want her to in case it was one of the bitches calling to give her hell.

"I got it." I assured the princess as I went and answered the phone. "Standish residence."

"Queenie's got you answering the phone now?" Bender asked with a chuckle as I shook my head.

"It's called being a good boyfriend Bender, you should try it." I shot back.

"Look, do you want to grill me about my love life, or do you want to know why I called?" He asked.

"Why did you call?" I asked in return.

"I think it's time that we teach those rich bitches a lesson for what they did to Claire." the criminal insisted. I'm not gonna lie, I liked the idea, but I was nervous because this was John Bender talking.

"Is the rest of the Breakfast Club going to be ok with this?" I inquired.

"Allison is, the sporto and the dweeb will be. We're taking old man Reynolds's van, be ready at 9." Bender answered as he hung up, leaving me confused and a tad bit excited.


Later that night, when the Standishes were asleep, I snuck out and waited on the street. Sure enough, Andy pulled up in Allison's father's car with Bender, Brian, and Allison already inside.

"Hey Luke." Allison said as Luke sat between her and Bender while Brian rode shotgun.

"Hey, so where are we going Bender?" I asked as Andy took off.

"Michelle's place...her boyfriend's on the wrestling team and they both have big mouths." Bender replied.

"Anita slipped the Mickey Finn into Claire's drink?" Brian asked in shock.

"Yep and now she's going to pay." Allison insisted as the criminal stole a kiss.

"What's the plan?" I asked as Bender looked at me.

"You heard of The Anarchist Cookbook?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's a myth." I answered.

"No it's not...it's real." Bender insisted. "A couple years ago, a copy of it got mailed to my house by mistake and I held onto it in case I ever needed it."

"What are you going to do, bomb Michelle's house?" Brian teased.

"Her garage." He clarified as Andy stopped the car and we all turned to look at him.

"Are you crazy Bender?" Andy asked incredulously.

"What did you think we were going to do, throw eggs?" Bender asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well...yeah!" Andy replied as he shook his head.

"It's just a tennis ball bomb, it'll make a mess, but it's not going to cause any actual damage." Bender assured his friends as Andy parked across the street from Michelle's house. Allison handed her boyfriend his book bag and he pulled out a small split open tennis ball with a fuse sticking out of it.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Brian asked nervously.

"Don't be a dweeb." Bender chastised as he got out of the car and snuck over to Michelle's garage. He broke one of the glass windows with a rock that Bender had in his pocket. We watched him light the fuse with a match and once it lit, he threw it in and hauled ass back to the car. A few moments later, we heard a boom and flash of light from inside the garage.

"Holy shit!" Brian exclaimed as we were all excited in that moment. It's hard to explain, there is just such a great joy from shitting on people who deserve it.

"I guess I'm dating a freedom fighter." Allison teased as Bender stole a kiss from the basket case.

"Vive Le revolution." He teased in return as they proceeded to make out. Andy and I promptly turned our heads.

"Keep it in the bedroom!" I pleaded.

"Guys...guys!" Brian exclaimed as he urged us to look back at Michelle's place where we saw smoke bellowing out of the garage.

"What's that?" Andy asked with fear as a large flame rose up and burst through the windows.

"OH SHIT!" Bender exclaimed. The look on his face told us that he knew he had fucked up royally.

"Drive Andy come on!" Allison pleaded as the athlete floored it and drove out of the neighborhood.

"Now we're arsonists!" Andy swore as we were all pretty shaken up.

"I didn't think it was strong enough to start a fire." Bender admitted as he let out a groan.

"Now what do we do?" Allison inquired.

"We go home and we keep our mouths shut, no one can know about this." the criminal insisted.

"Not even Claire?" I asked.

"Especially Claire, she'll get all guilty and try to take the heat for us. I've seen it happen," Bender growled. I didn't like the idea, but I didn't want to risk any of us getting in trouble for this. It just wasn't fair at all.

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