Disclaimer: Don't own The Breakfast Club, but wish I did.
To the reviewers: thanks, it honestly does mean something to me and if you guys have any ideas for future chapters or maybe what you would like to see then I'll definitely take them into consideration!
So here is chapter 3, hope you like it and there will definitely be alot more angst coming up! Chapter 4, totally angsty. Enjoy.
CHAPTER 3 – Admittance and Acceptance
Claire slowly floats into consciousness and smiles, noticing the warm arms wrapped around her. She cautiously opens her eyes and realises that he has fallen asleep too. Her smile widens at the thought, 'John Bender, asleep, in my bed. He looks so…calm.' John's infamous smirk has been replaced by a soft half-smile in sleep; his features appear gentle and boyish. Claire looks over John's shoulder at the clock on her bedside table. It reads 11.23pm. They have been sleeping for more than three hours. She lays her head back down on the pillow and cuddles into him. He shifts slightly, letting out a quiet sigh before nuzzling into her neck. She gently plays with his hair, running her hand through the brown mane. She feels him stirring beside her and pulls away somewhat to look at his face. Brown eyes greet her and she smiles at him, a smile which he returns before speaking.
"What time is it?", his husky voice questions.
"Almost eleven thirty", she answers, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He nods contentedly before speaking up again.
"Do you want to talk about, y'know…what's wrong?" he asks carefully. She looks up into his eyes briefly before she speaks.
"My parents, they were fighting…You remember what I said about them using me to fight?" He nods encouragingly and she continues. "Well, they were doing that earlier and I just, couldn't take it anymore. It's been like this since my brother left for University three years ago. One of them will tell me what I should do and then the other will say to do the opposite, and it's like no matter what I do I'll end up annoying one of them. I don't want to do it anymore, it feels like it's my fault that they fight—"
He interrupts her there, "it's definitely not your fault Claire." She looks up at him, eyes filled with fresh tears, and it appears that she has never been told that before. John brings his hand up and caresses her face repeating the words to be sure that she hears him, really hears what he is saying.
A few tears escape her eyes and they are swiftly brushed away by John's fingers. But no more fall from her glassy eyes.
"Thank you, for staying and just…listening", mumbles Claire.
He leans down and she can feel his breath on her face. His head moves to the side and his lips brush her cheek before he whispers, "sleep" in her ear.
She complies, her cheeks red from his sweet action as she once again falls into a peaceful sleep.
John watches her sleep for some time before disentangling himself from her and slipping out of bed, careful not to wake her. He quietly changes back into his clothes, which are now dry, and pulls on his shoes. He turns back to look at Claire once more, before opening the door to her room and sneaking out of her house.
-:-So what did you think? I know it was kinda short, but was it too sweet? Let me know!