Title: I've Seen You before
Author: TWBasketcase
Rated: T for substance use, language, and violence
Chapter Summary: Last chapter; they wrap their night up and say good bye.
A/N: I cringe when I see that it has been over two months since I have updated this. I started this October of last year…and embarrassingly enough I have only seven chapters, lol. So here is the last one – and those of you who are still with me – please enjoy.
Dedication: To Nova Janna. In talking to her I found my muse to finish this.


Chapter 7 – Oh What A Night


"Any law?"

She smiled at him and jammed her hands into her coat pockets. "Yeah…if you could break any one and not get caught, what would it be?"

He kicked at the ground ahead of him. "I dunno…I would probably do something to Principal Vernon."

He saw something flash across her eyes and it made him grin. The girl took things so literally sometimes. She swallowed and brought her gaze to meet his eyes. "Would you hurt him?"

He thought about it. He was pretty sure he wouldn't do anything too bad to harm him physically. He thought there was way more joy in just pissing him off or embarrassing him. "I don't know…do you think I should?"

She let out a bit of a squeak and smiled. "He isn't all that nice of a person, is he?"

Bender snorted. "He's a fucking dick."

Allison put a finger on her chin and went into, what looked like, deep thought. "His hair bothers me. If I could, I think I would shave it all off in his sleep."

Bender snorted again at the thought. "All of it?"

Allison nodded a little too quickly. "His hair, his eyebrows, I would probably shave off his body hair too to really freak him out."

His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. She was a brave girl to think that way about old principal Vernon. "Well I would wish you luck on that mission. God knows if you would come back to me alive."

She laughed at him as they turned the corner to another street. "He couldn't look any different from any other guy."

Bender cocked an eyebrow and his eyes widened. "If you say so, basket case. I think I could honestly say I have a nicer body than Vernon."

She shot him a cheeky grin. "Maybe…"

Bender stopped in the middle of the road and shouted, "Maybe! That's absurd!" She laughed at him and pointed at the car that was quickly approaching to his left. He moved out of the way and glared at her. "I don't even – begin – to understand where you get off saying that!"

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, but she kept the playful smirk on her face. "What makes you think you're so special?"

He stopped and regarded her for a second, wondering whether or not she was still teasing or if she had become serious. "Where do you want me to start?"

She stopped in front of the old bicycle shop and began digging around in her purse. She gave him another smile. "Wherever you feel."

He shook his head and watched her momentarily as she pulled two bottles of spray paint from her purse and handed him one. "I think my gorgeous hair is perfect, for one. Then there are my sharp facial features, my outgoing personality, by sexy body, and my amazing sex skills. I think those are enough to describe why I might be so special."

She blushed a bit at his comments and turned her back to him. "Do you like to draw?"

He shook the can of spray paint. "No…but I do like to personalize things."

She rolled her eyes at his comment and proceeded to start spraying on the wall. Bender was beginning to think this was one of the few buildings left in Shermer that he hadn't 'personalized' already. He lifted the can and began to spell out letters.

It wasn't that he was a bad kid, at least not in his opinion. He just got bored a lot. When strange gothic girls offered him cans of spray paint – for free – he didn't see any use in letting a perfectly good bottle go to waste. The town of Shermer wasn't a very decorated one; Bender was convinced his artwork would attract the tourists.

"Wild thing! Dun dun, dun, dun dun. You make my heart sing! Dun dun, dun, dun dun. You make every thing groovy!" He pretended to strum on an air guitar before giving her a wink. She rolled her eyes at him and laughed under her breath. Such actions prompted him to continue. "Wild thing! I think you…move me," he closed his eyes and raised his arm in the air over dramatically. "But I gotta know for sure!"

She rolled her eyes and set her purse down on the ground as she reached up to finish her drawing. It actually looked nice. It was a dragon. "Do you want to get us caught?"

He mockingly clutched his chest. "You wound me! Do you not think I am musically inclined, Allison?"

"No, I don't really." She smirked at him and went back to her drawing.

He dropped his hands to his side and shrugged. "Well then, I guess I will just never sing to you ever again."

He heard her giggle, her back still facing him. "Good."

He started mouthing the guitar sounds of the song as he wrote the word 'douce bag' on the wall. He then proceeded to draw a rather large penis right next to his handy work. He turned to face her just as she was adding the finishing touches to her picture. He watched her closely as she admired it. He thought it looked fucking cool. She turned to face him and smiled. "So did you ever think would law you would break against Vernon or not?"

"Looks to me like you two punks already broke one."

Bender felt his heart beat speed up as he was met with the glare of one bright ass flashlight. Behind them was a parked cruiser. "Run, Allison!"

He pushed her and grabbed her bag off of the ground and the two of them set off. He heard the cop struggle to get out of the car, and willed his legs to carry him faster. He had run in with cops in the past, and knew the Chicago ones were complete assholes. Especially now that they were running, he knew he would probably get hassled pretty roughly if they got caught.

Beside him, Allison was trying her hardest to keep up. She was breathing pretty heavily already. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her down another street. From the distance he could hear the sirens of the cop car. He figured one of the cops was probably chasing them on foot, while the other was trying to find them in the car. He grabbed her once again by the back of the sweater and pulled her down another alley.

He tossed the purse over his shoulder so it didn't get in the way of his pumping arms. He looked over at her, as she huffed next to him. "Is he following us?"

Bender stopped momentarily and looked behind them. A few seconds later, he could see the flashlight illuminating the end of the alleyway where they had just come from. He pushed her forwards once more and took off running. "Just keep going!"

They emerged from the end of the alleyway – which was situated right between two high rise apartment buildings in the less attractive end of town – and spilled out onto the road. Allison made it out onto the road, followed closely by Bender. As he stepped off of the curb the cop car came around the corner, screeching on its breaks.

He couldn't stop in time and jumped. His feet went first, and the rest of his body slid across the hood of the car. The cop reached his arm out the window and tried to get a hold of the back of his jacket, but his finger tips just grazed his collar. Bender pushed the palms of his hands against the hood for some traction, but failed to slow himself down. He fell off of the hood in a heap, on his ass, in the middle of the road. Allison stopped when she reached the other side. "Keep going you crazy bitch!" He screamed.

The cop in the car struggled out the door, and Bender could hear his partner clambering down the alley way as a few garbage cans scattered. He jumped back to his feet and clutched at Allison's bag. He almost stumbled over his first few steps, but managed to collect his footing. He grabbed Allison on his way by.

"Get back in the car and go to the other side of the park!" He heard one of the cops scream.

"Well then go chase them, Henry! They're gonna get away!"

"I'll go left, you go right!"

"Just go already!"

Bender shook his head at the stupidity of the police officers and just went straight. At the other side of the park there was another alley, and then a line up of people's back yards. He figured if he could get the two of them over the fences, they should be in the clear.


Allison fell to the ground.

It was times like this that she absolutely hated the fact that she wasn't in any shape. She couldn't run, jump, or catch her breath during any sort of physical exertion. She felt her knees sting, and her hands throb even worse. She put her hands on her thighs and hauled herself up as she heard the clomping of the officer's boots a couple dozen feet behind her. She continued running, watching the denim clad back of John Bender as she did so.

She felt tears prick the back of her eyes. The air was cold and she was running right against the wind. Her lungs were burning as she inhaled and exhaled sharply, and her muscles ached. She pushed as hard as she could to catch up to him, as he was about ten feet ahead of her. He took a sharp right down another alley way; the shadows were so thick from all the trees in the park that she barely saw him go. She followed in his direction, just in time to see him stopped in front of a tall chain linked fence. He threw her bag over first, which indicated she had to do something that she wasn't actually sure she could do.

He laced his fingers together in front of him and bent down so that they were more eye level. "Put your foot in my hands, I'll give you a boost." He panted.

"I can't climb that fence! I'll kill myself!" She whispered frantically.

He glared at her and looked over her shoulder. "Look, you either fall off the fence and scrape your knee, or get fined something that you can't afford to pay! Now step up!"

She grudgingly obliged and stuffed her right converse sneaker into his hands. She grabbed onto his shoulders, and he lifted her up so that she could grab the top of the fence.

"You got it?" He asked quickly.

"Yes," She grunted and began to stick the toes of her shoes between the links. When she reached the top, she placed her right foot over to the other side, and her left one remained on the side she started on. "I can't do it!"

She looked down at him and he glared at her angrily. "Well do it! I can hear them looking for us!"

"But it's too high! I'll hurt myself!"

She heard him grunt and grab the fence. "If you don't jump soon I will come up there and throw you down."

She paused once more and looked at the ground. "Can I break my leg if I fall?"

She heard a snort and then a paused silence. "Allison?"

She looked down at him and he had a goofy grin on his face. "Yeah, John?"

"I can see up your skirt."

She felt a wave of heat role up her cheeks. "You pig!" She shrieked, and then proceeded to throw her other foot over the fence, and jump down to the other side. She landed hard on the side walk, her feet giving out. She picked herself up and grabbed her purse. She watched as John climbed the fence in a few steps and quickly swung himself over like he had done it a million times. He wiggled his eyebrows at her and proceeded to run again. When they got to the other end of the alley way, and out onto the street, there was no sign of the police officers.

He grabbed her by the elbow and led her to the right. She pulled away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. She heard him laugh, and he shook his hair from his face. "What?"

She said nothing and only glared at her feet as they turned another corner onto her street.

"If it makes you feel any better, you do have a nice ass." She turned around quickly and punched him in the arm a couple of times. He only laughed at her efforts and rubbed his arm. "Nothing to be so touchy about."

"You're a pig."

He grinned. "You started it."

She rolled her eyes and they continued down the street in silence, it was when they reached the bottom of her drive way that she started to giggle. His eyebrows rose and he gave her a crooked smile. "What are you laughing about?"

"Those cops were kind of dumb." She shook her hair out of her face and unzipped her jacket as she caught her breath.

Bender snorted and did the same thing, unbuttoning his denim jacket, pulling it off, and tying it around his waist. "They're all like that."

She cocked an amused eyebrow at him. "You act as if you run away from them pretty often."

He smirked and folded his arms as she walked up her steps. "What can I say? I am a rebel without a cause."

She rolled her eyes. "So reckless and dangerous you are."

He smiled at her. "Don't you know it. Admit it; you had an excellent time hanging out with me."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess so. You're not as stupid as you look, I'll admit it."

He scoffed, "You have a lot of nerve! It's quite obvious that you're the one off your rocker, and you say I look stupid!" He pretended to be mad and kicked at the ground. "I guess I will just be on my way then."

She snorted. "Will I see you again?"

He shrugged. "I'm sure I'll see you around. There will always be more heavy metal vomit parties, shitty prep parties, walls to spray paint…and school."

She nodded. "Yeah I guess so."

He nodded slowly and jammed his hands in his pockets. "I guess I'll see you around then."

She turned to open her door and pull out her keys. She didn't see or hear him leaving. She caught the door with one hand, and turned to face him. "Are you waiting for an invitation somewhere?"

"I want those necklaces back that I stole from that rich bitch." He had his arms crossed and a smirked played over his face.

She bit her lip. "I don't have them."

He rolled his eyes and shifted his weight to his other foot. "I told you, you can't steal shit from me without me noticing."

She rolled her eyes and dug into her pocket, pulling out three necklaces. "You can have two back," She held a silver one with a small cross on the end of it. "I'm keeping this one."

He eyed her carefully and then shrugged. "Fine," He clutched the other two in his fist and nodded to her. "See you around."

She said nothing and just turned around and entered her house. This time she heard him leave. Her first friend in a long time was gone and she didn't have as much as a phone number. They had gotten into so much trouble – and had quite a bit in common – that she could honestly admit that she was a bit bummed that the night was over. But, Shermer wasn't a very big town.

She was sure she would see him again.

The End


A/N: Well that's it! That's the end. I hope you all enjoyed. I just want to say thanks to everyone who has read this, reviewed it, and added it to their favorites and alerts. You guys rule. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review!