Title: Running With The Devil
Author: TWBasketcase
A/N: I just wanna say that I actually am going totally off the walls with this story. I really think I am a nut case. What you are about to witness is a girl yelling at HERSELF through the form of a story. I am so pissed off with my brain right now…and this story is the consequence. I'm not exactly having a writer's block with my other story because I know exactly where I want it to go it's just how to get it out right that is stumping me. So any clichés or insults, or anything else fiction related IS NOT DIRECTED AT ANYONE ON THIS SITE BUT MYSELF. If it helps anyone along with their own story…all the power to ya. But for now I am just trying to fix my problem and you all are witness to it. I think I should officially be labeled the TBC fandom weirdo. Thanks for listening :P

Chapter 3 – Taking It All in Stride

Brody sat rushing a blue pen over her old, ratty notebook. She had been trying hard to keep up with the ideas that her new 'friends' were shooting at her. They were really great ideas, in fact with some of the information passing through her brain she was sure that she could write some incredible fiction…however how she would write it all out was still her top problem.

She looked up, blinking a little rapidly, and popped her tongue back into her mouth. Bender and Claire were sitting next to each other on her bed talking quietly amongst themselves. She swallowed, "So what about you guys?"

They looked up and John just shrugged so Claire spoke up, "Well have you written anything down so far?"

"How about wild monkey sex?"

Brody stared wide eyed at John, "First off no! Second how the hell do you expect me to write something like that?"

Claire's face reddened a little but she shot John a smile, "You don't have to go into details…"

Brody raked her fingers through her hair nervously, "What Bender can get beat up and Claire comes around to play nurse?"

Claire rolled her eyes and John looked at Brody with the saddest eyes she had ever seen up until this point in her life, "Why does everyone have to get me beat up all the time? I may be a jack ass at times but I really don't fight all that much."

Andy snorted from their left, "That's an understatement! You saw it yourself…he didn't even try to throw a punch at me or even defend himself! He gave me a little back handed tap. Believe it or not John is actually a pacifist."

Brody looked back at John incredulously, "You? A pacifist?"

John nodded, "I really don't think I can do as nearly as much damage with my fists as I can with my mouth. You saw it…I got all these cheese balls cryin' just admitting stuff about themselves."

Brody considered the thought and accepted it, "Okay…so what about your dad?"

The rest of The Breakfast Club watched John in excited anticipation…he in return just rolled his eyes, "We get along fine."

"What about the burn?"

Allison snorted, "You mean scar?"

"I caught it on a fence."

Brody closed her eyes and rubbed her hands over her face, "You mean to tell me that you made it all up?"

Bender mocked sadness, "Yes…I'm sorry but I am not an abused head case…I'm a compulsive liar."

Allison growled, "You ALWAYS steal my lines! I would have been the funniest character in the god damned story if it wasn't for you!"

Claire laughed, "Its true…thing is Ally isn't really all that strange, she's just a little misunderstood. She is kinda sick of people who think of her as if she is some escaped mental patient. She actually is pretty sly, and very wise."

Brody took a moment to let it all sink in…Allison, not a basket case? John not abused? Allison, made up the lines? John, compulsive liar? This is a strange, strange day. She looked back towards the group and noticed through all of Claire's response Allison and John were still squabbling over who did what and who is what and what happened first…if that makes any sense. She shook her head and watched as arms flew wildly about throughout their heated argument.

"Me, John…ME! I am the compulsive liar…I am the one that fooled Claire into confessing…NOT YOU!"

"I fooled everyone! So I am the compulsive liar! They all thought that I was this asshole from a broken home and no soft side what so ever…when really I am just a plain old ASSHOLE!"

Allison cocked a brow, "No really? Anything with half a brain coulda told you that…"

Brian raised a hand, "Actually Allison that is humanly impossible; see even though we only use a small percentage of the brain you still need the entire specimen in order to function the entire body properly."

Allison clenched her fists, "Brian! Seriously…have you ever heard of sarcasm? Something that isn't entirely true but used as a method to insult someone else's intelligence?"

Brian nodded, "Yes I have, and I just prefer correcting people."

Allison growled and Bender laughed, "You recite that whole speech and you can't even take your own advice?"

Allison narrowed her eyes and shook her head annoyed, "Bender that wasn't advice…that was a statement! I swear you are so retarded."

Bender stopped laughing and looked at her confused; Brody raised her eyebrows, "Really? I always thought he – I mean underneath it all – was the smart one."

Andy laughed out loud, "Yeah and everyone says I am the stupid one because I am the jock…really Brody, John isn't all that smart, he is just really good at making spur of the moment decisions…good under pressure kinda. But when certain situations arise his brain automatically flips into pot head mode."

Bender scowled, "It's just pot though…I don't do that other crap that everyone else says I do! Okay maybe I did acid once or seven times…"

Claire rolled her eyes, "Okay seriously stop picking each other apart…that's not why we are here." They all stopped and looked at her like she grew another head. Andy tsk'd her, "We are giving her ideas for the story."

Claire scoffed, "How so by proving how big of morons you really are?"

They all looked at her and then turned their heads back to bicker with each other. Brody looked at Claire and tried to contain a laugh; Claire in return bit her lip, "They really aren't all that bad…but once they get talking about insults and the way things really are they get all crazy like."

Brody nodded, "It's still all so surreal to me. I just can't believe that you are here for one and for two that I am actually hearing all of this. Are you sure I'm not hallucinating?"

Claire smiled and then giggled, "No, you are fine."

Brody gave her a small smile and looked back down to her notebook; she wasn't sure how long this was going to take her…all she knew was that the most important objective she had was to do this fic and the characters some justice.

She got up to go the kitchen and prepare some snacks for her 'company'. She figured that they were probably very hungry…twenty one years into the future would probably do that. She laughed at herself as she wiped some peanut butter and jam onto some bread for some sandwiches…considering sandwiches were probably the only thing she could make that was half decent; and surely there couldn't be any complaints about PB&J. Well…she knew Brian liked PB&J…so on top of that she decided to cut the crusts off.

She made her way back into her bedroom and when she reappeared into the room she noticed the five friends gathered around her computer; Andy being in the seat and in control. She watched them for a few moments as they tried to figure out how to direct themselves on the net.

She lowered the sandwiches onto her nightstand and cleared her voice to announce her presence. They all turned to look at her with confused faces.

She furrowed her brow, "What's wrong?"

Andy swallowed, "We were just looking at all these stories about us…what the hell is slash?"

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