Title:
I've Seen You Before
Author: TWBasketcase
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Breakfast Club…I'm just a little psycho and
believe that they are my friends. ;)
Rating: T
Summary:
Bender & Allison; where did he really see her before…and how
did things go about?
A/N: Okay, well this was going to a
one-shot but I have since changed my mind; I started writing this
about a month ago and then lost my muse. Well my Bender/Allison muse
has just come back, violently biting me in the ass and telling me to
write. So this is going to be a pre-detention fic. Maybe the
detention never happened in this fic. Would that be considered AU?
Anyways, here is the first chapter…I figure I should get something
out before I go crazy not writing 'basketcase' :P R&R.
I've Seen You Before
The night was a damn cold one; so cold in fact that he could see his breath clouding out in front of him every time he exhaled. The cold air almost burned his lungs and the piercing wind of the Chicago winter burned at his cheeks. Of course if he could just smoke in the club then he wouldn't have to stand outside in this shitty weather. He hated snow and the only thing he hated more than snow itself was the fact he didn't exactly have a very warm coat with him at the moment; of course he had a coat but he didn't want to look like the pussy shit who bundled up because mommy asked him to. Hell, he had a reputation to protect! But standing out here freezing his ass off made him wonder what would make him look more like a pussy; wearing said warm coat or folding his arms in front of his chest while his teeth chattered.
He looked out ahead of him at a set of approaching headlights and sighed; if that is who he thought it was he was definitely in for a long night. It's an older car…looks like a seventies make for sure; and when he heard the screech of the door opening and saw the black Doc Martens hit the pavement he knew his instinct served him correctly. He took the last drag of his cigarette and stomped it out under his old combat boots,
He has been 'seeing' Lacey for a few weeks now and although she was physically attractive she definitely did not have a matching personality. She swears like a damn sailor and has a temper that would make his father look tame. She has shoulder length blonde hair – bleached of course – that was teased into a mess of curls. Her face is something to look at too; full, red pouty lips, with bright blue eyes surrounded by lashes that just stretched for miles. Of course, her body topped it all off.
She approached with a scowl and a small leather jacket wrapped tightly around her torso; her hair blew in the wind stiffly and he can tell by the way she stomped her heels against the ground that he was in for a bitchin'; of course she was always bitching about something or other. She stopped about three inches in front of his face and wet her lips, "What the fuck John?"
He kept his face unmoving, unreadable; just stood his ground with his arms folded and his shoulders tall. She gave a glare in return and shoved him harshly, "I heard you were drilling Theresa…she told me herself! Dammit John…"
She continued with her tirade; swearing and yelling. There were a few kids standing out on the sidewalk outside the club sending glances his way. He doesn't care though…hell he doesn't care enough about her to put up with her bullshit. And here he is again on the short end of the stick having to listen to her crap.
"Well what do you have to say for yourself you son of a bitch?" She had her hips tucked to the side and her hands firmly planted on top of them.
His eyebrows rose slightly and then furrowed, "What the hell do you want me to say, huh? I thought this was a no strings attached deal?"
That was the straw that broke the camels back; and with a quick, but hard slap his face was stinging and bright red, "Fuck you John! I am not some gutter slut you can just use and abuse! I am so sick of your shit! You no good, worthless pile of shit…loser."
John blinked quickly and shook his head, "What?"
"You heard what I said you little cocksucker…" She was cut short by strong hand grabbing her by the chin. Her eyes widened in shock; he had never once showed her his angry side…hell she was the one to do the bitching and controlling here. But his grip was tight; she wasn't going anywhere.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?"
She attempted to reply but her throat had gone dry and she was unable to let out anything but a hoarse cough. He shot her a bitter smile, "Don't you ever…ever, speak to me that way, okay?" He let her go with a shove and she shot him a nasty look. That was before her flat bottomed 14 holed Docs had landed her on a patch of ice and down to the ground.
"What the fuck John?" She screeched.
He shook his head, "Just fuck off, Lacey."
The door to the club swung open and momentarily the loud music was no longer muffled, but very loud and very clear. Just as quickly it closed again and he was met with a calm, low voice, "What's going on out here, Johnny?"
John spun around and was face to face with his friend, Cody. Cody was shorter than John; about 5'9", with a lanky build and a goofy grin to top it off. Cody was the kind of guy people liked to be on his good side, but also was a hell of a guy to party with. He usually kept a straight head, but no one liked to piss him off.
"Johnny?"
"It's all good man," He shot Lacey a glare, who in return shoved up a one fingered salute, "Lacey was just leaving."
Cody turned his head towards Lacey and smirked, "How is your ass not cold down there? Are you going to stand up or do you like being down on your knees that much?"
"Fuck you Cody," She brushed off her nylons and quickly stood up, "You know, you losers should find something better to do then sit around at some punk club harassing chicks."
John cocked an eyebrow and laughed, "If I don't recall you were the one who stormed up this way and began screeching in my face…don't be starting that harassment bullshit with me."
The club door swung open once again and another group of kids piled out for a smoke. She shot John a bitter smile and twirled around to the group, "Hey Ronny, I haven't seen you for awhile sweet cheeks!" She sashayed towards the group of smiling boys.
John shook his head and turned to face Cody once again, "Man, chicks these days…you could bump into them and they'd be hollering 'rape.'"
Cody chuckled, "No shit, man. Let's go inside."
They retreated back up the steps and into the warm interior of the club; it was a bar and club where they usually hung out every weekend where a few local bands would play and they would party. It wasn't a very big club; someone driving down the street could have easily mistaken it for an underground pool hall or tattoo joint rather than a local heavy metal hang out. The lights inside were all dim with shades of blues, reds, and purples surrounding a small stage and dance floor. The bar was located at the opposite end of the hall from the stage where there were tables and stools scattered around for places to sit. On an average weekend about 40 to 50 kids would show up; but tonight was an exceptional weekend where there were about 150 kids jumping around like lunatics.
John liked the little joint; despite the spray painted walls and the mohawks and piercings surrounding him, he felt at home here. Actually, to John, anywhere felt more at home to him than his real home; maybe the exception being school.
He took a good look around the club; he could recognize faces of friends, faces of guys he has gotten into fights with, girls he has taken home and other kids he's partied with on more occasion than one. The thing is everyone was at least somewhat familiar; it kind of reminded him of 'Cheers'…except a little more freaky and fucked up.
"Man, you Chicago kids are fucked up! Pick your asses up off the floor!" John turned his head to the stage; the band of night was TSOL, they were from California, Bender thought. Pretty good underground punk band…at least they put on a good live show. The kids in the front of the stage were cussing and swearing at them and the band was having a ball. The guitar kicked in to "Wash Away" and by the sounds of it, it's a fan favorite.
"Hey Johnny! What's up bro?" A heavy set arm was thrown around his shoulder and he was pulled into a headlock. Another tall boy walked around to his other side and gave him a playful, but semi hard shot to the arm, "Yeah man, we've been looking for you all night!"
John pulled the arm from over his head and gave his friends a goofy grin. Tom and Mark have been his close friends since he was about eight years old. Tom was the heavy set one; he weighed at least two hundred pounds and stood about 5'11", he had a shaved head with few piercings in his ears and one in his nose. He loved wearing leather jackets and vests, with his 18 holed combat boots that he took much pride in. Mark on the other hand was pretty much your average skin head. Always clad with an olive green bomber jacket, red suspenders, and doc martens. At the club he didn't stand out too much.
"I had another falling out with Lacey…broad was all pissy with me 'cause she found out about me and Theresa," The only emphasis Bender put into his words was a swift shrug. Mark let out a hearty laugh and slapped his shoulder, "Man, you're a whore!"
Tom joined in the laughter, "Lacey must be wearing too much hairspray or something…she was there when you did it."
Bender shrugged once again and turned back to his friends, "Wanna go scare some kids?"
Tom followed his line of vision to the mosh pit, "Shall we?"
… … …
Allison always felt free when she danced.
You could spin, jump, twirl, and throw your limbs around like a woman on fire and never feel freer to move. Of course being in a dimly lit club where everyone else around you is doing the same thing helps too.
She isn't a very social person at all; but this club in particular is somewhere she didn't mind coming. No one really stared at her too much or bothered her. She is there for all the same reasons that they are so no one really says a word. Of course, she has no objections to making friends or talking to people, she just prefers being her own company.
She threw her head back and swung her arms over her shoulders, twisting her body into a spinning form. TSOL is playing tonight and although she isn't too familiar with them she found herself able to move to the music with no worry. She stood about three rows of people back from the stage directly in front of the ever expanding mosh circle.
She always danced to every song, but did not prefer the said circle to dance in. She knew very well that they were having a good time just like her, but they could get rough at times. Throwing their arms around their friends' heads, swinging their limbs around at violent speeds, and body checking everyone in the near vicinity; sometimes the really big guys would get crashing in there and that was when the bodies flew.
The chorus to the song sped the rhythm up and she could feel the warmth of the bodies behind her getting dangerously close. It made her heart rate speed up as she twisted again; it gave her an adrenaline rush.
She was mid way through a spin when she felt a weight crash into her side toppling her over and onto the floor; on the floor in the middle of a pit is not a position any one would like to find themselves in. One night she saw some new girls in the club and they thought they were brave enough to jump in the middle of a wall of death – the entire dance floor divides into two groups so they were lined up at either end of the room and once the tempo started they charged at each other with full speed – well let's just say that girl walked out of there with her collar bone in two pieces.
Allison covered her face as a body fell backwards over her outstretched legs and next to her.
"Shit!" He cursed. He was getting ready to get back up and charge into the group when he must have noticed her sitting there, "What the hell are you doing? Trying to get crushed?"
Allison was about to reply when he shook his head in a smirk and got back to his feet. She looked up at him carefully debating whether or not she had seen him from somewhere before. He sure seemed arrogant. She put her hands on the floor on either side of her ready to push herself back up.
"I thought I told you to get out of the way, basket case!" She looked up and saw the arrogant boy once again…and he shoved her! Allison landed on the ground closer to the stage in a heap with about eight faces around her taking a quick glance down, and then back to the band playing. She collected herself and sat in an upright position wondering what the hell made her deserve that. She thought that the boy had some serious problems. She looked up once more and was met with an outstretched hand. She looked at it oddly; wondering where exactly it had came from.
"Well are you gonna get off the fucking floor sometime tonight are do you enjoy the view down there?"
She grabbed the hand and was pulled to her feet in a swift motion and once again was met with the bull dozer boy. "Thanks," she mumbled.
He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a strange look; she could tell she was probably the weirdest person he had ever seen or something…the only thing she looks at like that were the animals locked up in the zoo.
"Are you okay, or something?" He asked warily.
Allison glared and clenched her fists at her sides, "Yes I am fine…you only pushed me for no reason at all."
He scrunched up his nose in confusion, "Well sorry there, kook, it's either that or you get flattened into a pancake by my fat ass friend."
Allison's posture softened somewhat and she folded her arms, "Well you didn't have to be so rough."
The boy rolled his eyes and raked a hand threw his long, brown hair, "Look I'm sorry okay! You wanna fuckin' drink or something to cool off?"
Allison rolled her eyes, "Whatever, you're buying."
TBC
