A/N: Okay, this is my first fanfic and I'm scared that I'll get flames.
And I don't want ne. I hope u like this story!!! Oh, an r&r or I'll cry
my eyes out!!! And I want to say thanks to my first reviewers!!!
TheCrimsonContessa
Stellium
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You all made my day! ~*daydreaming beauty*~
Disclaimer: I don't own the original Breakfast Club. I wish I owned the three main guys (Bender, Andy, and Brian. they're all so HOTT!!!) off of it but sadly I don't. But I do own all the orig. characters, like Joey, Clarissa (a.k.a. Callie), and Emily. There's more but I don't want to keep going with it.
When Emily arrived in Illinois, she called for a cab. First, to Brian's, she thought. She got her bag from the conveyer belt and went out to the front of the building, the staff still following her. When the cab came, she thanked them for everything and got in the taxi after handing the driver her bags. She told the driver where she wanted to go and that she'd probably need him to wait outside, and he said that it was okay.
It didn't take long to get to Mr. Johnson's house. When they stopped, Audrey looked in awe up to the big house. It looked so clean, unlived in. Guess he doesn't have kids, thought Emily. She got out of the cab and decided to grab her bags, so the driver could go. She paid the guy and he drove off.
"No turning back now," Emily told herself. She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A tall man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes answered.
"Hello. I've already bought Girl Scout cookies." he started.
"Do I really look like I'm selling cookies?" asked Emily, looking down at her outfit of her favorite pair of jeans, a red top, and a sweater (so she'd look okay). She shook her head. "Sorry Mr. Johnson. I'm gonna start over. My name is Emily and, um, well. are you my father?"
Brian looked like he was going to have a heart attack. He just stood there, looking at Emily, trying to figure out who she looked like that he had a sexual encounter with. He couldn't think of anybody.
"If this is a bad time, I can come back later. All I'd need is to use your phone to call the cab. I really-"
"No, no, no. Come on in, we'll figure this out."
Well, he's nice, thought Emily as she followed him in the house, taking her bags in with her. She looked around at all the expensive things there were. It looked sort of like her grandparent's house, just that the walls here were white. When she snapped back to her senses, she noticed that Mr. Johnson was ogling at her again. Probably trying to see who I look like.
"Emily, right?" he asked.
"Uh huh," Emily answered.
"Want to sit down?"
"No thanks, I'm okay."
"What's your last name?"
"Standish."
Brian started to laugh letting go of his nervousness. "Emily's daughter. Me? Your father? Nuh uh."
"Then who the heck is?. Gawd! I come on this plane here and I'm tired and I hoped you'd be the one who was and-"
"Plane ride? A ride that your mother had no clue about."
"Sure she does."
*****
"Hey Alison, where's Claire?" asked Brian. He was getting his stuff out of his locker when she had come up to him.
"I don't know. That's what I was gonna ask you," she quietly replied. She was in-between the makeover that Claire had given her and her usual black. Today she was in a black dress a little past the knees and had a black headband pulling back her overgrown bangs. She also had on 'the black shit' around her eyes. "Andy said that her locker is clear and nobody's heard from her during the weekend."
"Does the word 'nobody' submit to Bender?"
"Yeah, it does."
"One explanation then." Brian turned to face Alison after shutting his locker.
"She's gone?"
"She's gone."
*****
"Then where is she now?"
"At the hotel."
"Oh really, because I think it would be nice to have a reunion of the Breakfast Club. So if you'll just give me the num-"
"Sleeping. She's sleeping. You DON'T want to mess with her during her sleep. She gets grumpy."
Brian snickered to himself. He tried figuring out who exactly she reminded him of. Oh yeah, her father. "If you two are here to look for your father, then why hasn't she told you who he was? And why do you have your bags with you?"
"Please don't call her."
"Thought I was right."
"I don't beg, or usually even say please. just don't call her. I need to find my f'ing father."
"Thanks for editing your language. I won't call her."
"Oh, thank God. So what about my father? You know him, don't you?"
"Yes, I do-"
"Then you'll help me find him?"
"And get in trouble with your mom along with you?"
"I don't beg, remember? That means I ask for what I truly want. When I was three, it was a pony. Now, it's my father."
"He's coming in town. I'll take you to see him tomorrow."
"Thank you tons. I guess I'll go to the hotel then. Ooh, that vase looks old. Can I touch it?"
"No!"
"Please? It looks like one we have in our house. I wanna see if they match."
"No."
"You're a pain."
"It's an urn."
"Eww."
Brian laughed, "Yeah I know. some soldier in our family. It was passed down to me because I'm the oldest and my parents didn't want it."
"Lucky you."
"Yeah, right. I think their still trying to get back at me for getting detention in high school." There was a bout of silence.
"I'm too interested. For what?"
"The detention? Bringing a flair gun to school. It went off in my locker so I got caught."
"Why would you take a flair gun to school?"
"To kill myself."
"A flair gun?" Emily started laughing. "You're a nerd."
"Hey. Well, that's where I met your parents."
"In detention. What did my mom do?"
"Skip class to go shopping."
"What about my father? By the way, what's his name?"
"John Bender. I dunno what the heck he did. Probably for pot again."
"Again?"
"Don't ask."
"Who else was in there?"
"The Breakfast Club. Andrew Clark and his now-wife Alison Reynolds."
"What was my father like?"
"Like you. A criminal."
"I'm not a criminal. Yet."
"And you look like him."
"Did he even know about me?"
"Nope. Some time after prom, your mother left the school and none of us heard from or of her again."
"Sounds like a made for TV movie."
Johnson chuckled. "Yeah, guess it does."
"So, my dad was a criminal. Is his meeting here with the mob?"
"No. He's in a big corporation for movie production. He's produced and written some."
"Like what?"
"Umm, he wrote. Strangers In The Night, Candle In The Window, when he was in a good mood he wrote Another Sappy Movie, and some others. He's produced more."
"I've seen those. Strangers In The Night is my favorite movie."
"Really? I thought Ringmaster would be."
"Jerry Springer? I don't think so."
"How was the plane ride here?"
"Weird. This bizarre guy sat on one side and this little kid on the other who had a habit of picking their nose."
"Sounds. interesting."
"Oh yeah."
"So, ever worked?"
"Yeah, at a diner. Then I was fired for being too slow. I didn't really like it in the first place but it was a hard blow. Oh well, I'm living." Brian shifted uncomfortably. Emily looked around again. She noticed something. "Where's your wife?"
"Wife?"
"Are you married or just date ladies with lacey bras?" Emily pointed to a door handle with a pink bra hanging off of it.
"The first, as if it's any of your business." Brian got up and threw the bra in the room.
A song came in Emily's head to fill the silence. After awhile, Emily remembered the hotel. "Ya know what?"
"What?" "I need to use your phone to call a cab. I need to check in. May I?"
"Sure. In the kitchen. I have to call your father on my cell anyways."
"Thanks." Emily got on the phone and called a cab. It came in only five minutes and Brian was still on the phone. She mouthed 'Thank you' and pointed to a piece of paper with the hotel number on it and a note to call her so she knew when she'd see Bender. She slipped out of the house quietly and got in the cab with her stuff. The ride to the hotel was quiet (except for telling the location she needed to get to) and filled with thoughts and nervousness about the next day.
TheCrimsonContessa
Stellium
XxArEULoStxX
You all made my day! ~*daydreaming beauty*~
Disclaimer: I don't own the original Breakfast Club. I wish I owned the three main guys (Bender, Andy, and Brian. they're all so HOTT!!!) off of it but sadly I don't. But I do own all the orig. characters, like Joey, Clarissa (a.k.a. Callie), and Emily. There's more but I don't want to keep going with it.
When Emily arrived in Illinois, she called for a cab. First, to Brian's, she thought. She got her bag from the conveyer belt and went out to the front of the building, the staff still following her. When the cab came, she thanked them for everything and got in the taxi after handing the driver her bags. She told the driver where she wanted to go and that she'd probably need him to wait outside, and he said that it was okay.
It didn't take long to get to Mr. Johnson's house. When they stopped, Audrey looked in awe up to the big house. It looked so clean, unlived in. Guess he doesn't have kids, thought Emily. She got out of the cab and decided to grab her bags, so the driver could go. She paid the guy and he drove off.
"No turning back now," Emily told herself. She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. A tall man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes answered.
"Hello. I've already bought Girl Scout cookies." he started.
"Do I really look like I'm selling cookies?" asked Emily, looking down at her outfit of her favorite pair of jeans, a red top, and a sweater (so she'd look okay). She shook her head. "Sorry Mr. Johnson. I'm gonna start over. My name is Emily and, um, well. are you my father?"
Brian looked like he was going to have a heart attack. He just stood there, looking at Emily, trying to figure out who she looked like that he had a sexual encounter with. He couldn't think of anybody.
"If this is a bad time, I can come back later. All I'd need is to use your phone to call the cab. I really-"
"No, no, no. Come on in, we'll figure this out."
Well, he's nice, thought Emily as she followed him in the house, taking her bags in with her. She looked around at all the expensive things there were. It looked sort of like her grandparent's house, just that the walls here were white. When she snapped back to her senses, she noticed that Mr. Johnson was ogling at her again. Probably trying to see who I look like.
"Emily, right?" he asked.
"Uh huh," Emily answered.
"Want to sit down?"
"No thanks, I'm okay."
"What's your last name?"
"Standish."
Brian started to laugh letting go of his nervousness. "Emily's daughter. Me? Your father? Nuh uh."
"Then who the heck is?. Gawd! I come on this plane here and I'm tired and I hoped you'd be the one who was and-"
"Plane ride? A ride that your mother had no clue about."
"Sure she does."
*****
"Hey Alison, where's Claire?" asked Brian. He was getting his stuff out of his locker when she had come up to him.
"I don't know. That's what I was gonna ask you," she quietly replied. She was in-between the makeover that Claire had given her and her usual black. Today she was in a black dress a little past the knees and had a black headband pulling back her overgrown bangs. She also had on 'the black shit' around her eyes. "Andy said that her locker is clear and nobody's heard from her during the weekend."
"Does the word 'nobody' submit to Bender?"
"Yeah, it does."
"One explanation then." Brian turned to face Alison after shutting his locker.
"She's gone?"
"She's gone."
*****
"Then where is she now?"
"At the hotel."
"Oh really, because I think it would be nice to have a reunion of the Breakfast Club. So if you'll just give me the num-"
"Sleeping. She's sleeping. You DON'T want to mess with her during her sleep. She gets grumpy."
Brian snickered to himself. He tried figuring out who exactly she reminded him of. Oh yeah, her father. "If you two are here to look for your father, then why hasn't she told you who he was? And why do you have your bags with you?"
"Please don't call her."
"Thought I was right."
"I don't beg, or usually even say please. just don't call her. I need to find my f'ing father."
"Thanks for editing your language. I won't call her."
"Oh, thank God. So what about my father? You know him, don't you?"
"Yes, I do-"
"Then you'll help me find him?"
"And get in trouble with your mom along with you?"
"I don't beg, remember? That means I ask for what I truly want. When I was three, it was a pony. Now, it's my father."
"He's coming in town. I'll take you to see him tomorrow."
"Thank you tons. I guess I'll go to the hotel then. Ooh, that vase looks old. Can I touch it?"
"No!"
"Please? It looks like one we have in our house. I wanna see if they match."
"No."
"You're a pain."
"It's an urn."
"Eww."
Brian laughed, "Yeah I know. some soldier in our family. It was passed down to me because I'm the oldest and my parents didn't want it."
"Lucky you."
"Yeah, right. I think their still trying to get back at me for getting detention in high school." There was a bout of silence.
"I'm too interested. For what?"
"The detention? Bringing a flair gun to school. It went off in my locker so I got caught."
"Why would you take a flair gun to school?"
"To kill myself."
"A flair gun?" Emily started laughing. "You're a nerd."
"Hey. Well, that's where I met your parents."
"In detention. What did my mom do?"
"Skip class to go shopping."
"What about my father? By the way, what's his name?"
"John Bender. I dunno what the heck he did. Probably for pot again."
"Again?"
"Don't ask."
"Who else was in there?"
"The Breakfast Club. Andrew Clark and his now-wife Alison Reynolds."
"What was my father like?"
"Like you. A criminal."
"I'm not a criminal. Yet."
"And you look like him."
"Did he even know about me?"
"Nope. Some time after prom, your mother left the school and none of us heard from or of her again."
"Sounds like a made for TV movie."
Johnson chuckled. "Yeah, guess it does."
"So, my dad was a criminal. Is his meeting here with the mob?"
"No. He's in a big corporation for movie production. He's produced and written some."
"Like what?"
"Umm, he wrote. Strangers In The Night, Candle In The Window, when he was in a good mood he wrote Another Sappy Movie, and some others. He's produced more."
"I've seen those. Strangers In The Night is my favorite movie."
"Really? I thought Ringmaster would be."
"Jerry Springer? I don't think so."
"How was the plane ride here?"
"Weird. This bizarre guy sat on one side and this little kid on the other who had a habit of picking their nose."
"Sounds. interesting."
"Oh yeah."
"So, ever worked?"
"Yeah, at a diner. Then I was fired for being too slow. I didn't really like it in the first place but it was a hard blow. Oh well, I'm living." Brian shifted uncomfortably. Emily looked around again. She noticed something. "Where's your wife?"
"Wife?"
"Are you married or just date ladies with lacey bras?" Emily pointed to a door handle with a pink bra hanging off of it.
"The first, as if it's any of your business." Brian got up and threw the bra in the room.
A song came in Emily's head to fill the silence. After awhile, Emily remembered the hotel. "Ya know what?"
"What?" "I need to use your phone to call a cab. I need to check in. May I?"
"Sure. In the kitchen. I have to call your father on my cell anyways."
"Thanks." Emily got on the phone and called a cab. It came in only five minutes and Brian was still on the phone. She mouthed 'Thank you' and pointed to a piece of paper with the hotel number on it and a note to call her so she knew when she'd see Bender. She slipped out of the house quietly and got in the cab with her stuff. The ride to the hotel was quiet (except for telling the location she needed to get to) and filled with thoughts and nervousness about the next day.