A/N: Again, thanks to my reviewers, y'all rock! Remember to r & r or I'll
cry. Beth, I love your suggestion. I'm gonna try to fit that in
somewhere. And to you who were wondering:
I meant finishing the story on my laptop. I started posting this when I was almost finished, like I still am.
Alison called Claire as soon as she found out about Emily being there, probly from Brian.
Audrey is a character from another one of my stories.
Emily= Claire's daughter
Disclaimer: I promise that I disclaim. So nobody can sue me and take my posters of Shane West, Ashton Kutcher, etc. But Vin Diesel can house arrest me in his house, lol. jk. I'm a good girl. just my horns are holding up my halo sometimes.
The Jester Man gets frustrated and says:
"Hey Sweetie," said Claire quietly.
Sweetie? I haven't been Sweetie since my third grade play where I was a turnip. "You didn't hit her did you?" asked Emily.
"No!" said John, offended.
"Okay."
"Emily, your mother and I need to talk to eachother for awhile. How about I get my driver to take you to Brian's?"
"Isn't he making out with his fiancé right about now?"
"No, she had to leave to go to France about ten minutes ago and she doesn't skip appointments. She can't."
"She's a model."
"Brian already agreed. Just go and he'll take care of you from here on out."
"What about my hotel room?"
"You've been staying in a hotel alone?" asked Claire, wide-eyed.
"Where did you expect me to go? The street?"
"Vernon's?" supplied Bender, subtly.
"John, shut up! Who else could I have told?"
"Let's see. ME!?!"
"Yeah, and take the chance."
"Chance for what, Claire? For our baby to have a father!?!"
"For the freaking chance that you'd be like you're parents!!!" Claire yelled the top of her lungs. The room was quiet. Emily had left already and was on her way to Brian's. John couldn't say a word.
"So now you know. I was terrified enough as it was. I was pregnant. A pregnant teen, all alone except for the rest of the Breakfast Club and that was because of you. Then, my parents practically ignored me, not knowing what to say, only knowing how to give their money away. You think I really wanted to add in your father's twin attitude."
John turned purple. "I wouldn't have done that Claire!!! Who the freak do you think you are, keeping my daughter from me anyways!?! I could have loved both of you longer if you didn't keep her away from me!!!"
Claire shook her head and burst out of the office, down the stairs, and in the car she rented before anybody could stop her. John didn't know what else to do except to go to his house to calm down, think things over, and sleep. He told Cookie to cancel all of his appointments, and Alison walked with him outside trying her best to comfort him. He went back to his place, driving his own car, a black Range Rover. Someone was sitting on the steps leading to his massive two story house. He parked his car in the driveway and went up to his house to see who the person was. The person got up, ran over to him, and wrapped their arms around his neck and enveloped him in a hug. She then buried her face in his neck. It was Claire. And she was crying.
*****
"Claire, what's wrong? Are you okay?" John asked as Claire burst into where he was hiding from Bender. She was sobbing.
"They're breaking up. They're blaming it on me. I don't know what to do. They said they're shipping me off to boarding school. And I'll never see you again-"
John held her in his arms. "Claire, they aren't going to take you away from me. I won't let them."
"They said they were."
"They aren't. And it's not your fault that they're spitting up."
"But they said-"
John cut her off by kissing her. First it was a little intense, then it turned passionate. Claire wrapped her arms around his neck. "I won't let anything separate us."
That night, they made Emily.
The next month, Claire was gone without a trace.
*****
"John, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
"Claire, I don't think I can take this right now."
"John, please. I've never asked for something this big."
"Claire, I need to go inside."
"I don't know what to do John."
"I don't either." His head was leaning by hers.
"This feels so natural."
"You're right."
"We need to talk more."
"We do. Want to come in?"
Claire nodded and John unlocked the door to his house and they walked in. He shut the door, locking it again. He explained to Claire that he had to, because of paparazzi. She nodded and sat on the couch. John sat next to her and they were silent for a time.
"John?" asked Claire, looking down at her fidgeting hands.
"Yeah?" he countered, looking at her.
"Did you really love me?"
"Yes."
She started to lightly sob. "How long did you love me before you stopped?"
"I haven't stopped."
Claire looked up in his eyes. "You haven't?"
"Have you?"
"I dunno. Please don't do this to me now."
"You were the one that asked, Claire."
"I know but. John, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I'm engaged."
I meant finishing the story on my laptop. I started posting this when I was almost finished, like I still am.
Alison called Claire as soon as she found out about Emily being there, probly from Brian.
Audrey is a character from another one of my stories.
Emily= Claire's daughter
Disclaimer: I promise that I disclaim. So nobody can sue me and take my posters of Shane West, Ashton Kutcher, etc. But Vin Diesel can house arrest me in his house, lol. jk. I'm a good girl. just my horns are holding up my halo sometimes.
The Jester Man gets frustrated and says:
"Hey Sweetie," said Claire quietly.
Sweetie? I haven't been Sweetie since my third grade play where I was a turnip. "You didn't hit her did you?" asked Emily.
"No!" said John, offended.
"Okay."
"Emily, your mother and I need to talk to eachother for awhile. How about I get my driver to take you to Brian's?"
"Isn't he making out with his fiancé right about now?"
"No, she had to leave to go to France about ten minutes ago and she doesn't skip appointments. She can't."
"She's a model."
"Brian already agreed. Just go and he'll take care of you from here on out."
"What about my hotel room?"
"You've been staying in a hotel alone?" asked Claire, wide-eyed.
"Where did you expect me to go? The street?"
"Vernon's?" supplied Bender, subtly.
"John, shut up! Who else could I have told?"
"Let's see. ME!?!"
"Yeah, and take the chance."
"Chance for what, Claire? For our baby to have a father!?!"
"For the freaking chance that you'd be like you're parents!!!" Claire yelled the top of her lungs. The room was quiet. Emily had left already and was on her way to Brian's. John couldn't say a word.
"So now you know. I was terrified enough as it was. I was pregnant. A pregnant teen, all alone except for the rest of the Breakfast Club and that was because of you. Then, my parents practically ignored me, not knowing what to say, only knowing how to give their money away. You think I really wanted to add in your father's twin attitude."
John turned purple. "I wouldn't have done that Claire!!! Who the freak do you think you are, keeping my daughter from me anyways!?! I could have loved both of you longer if you didn't keep her away from me!!!"
Claire shook her head and burst out of the office, down the stairs, and in the car she rented before anybody could stop her. John didn't know what else to do except to go to his house to calm down, think things over, and sleep. He told Cookie to cancel all of his appointments, and Alison walked with him outside trying her best to comfort him. He went back to his place, driving his own car, a black Range Rover. Someone was sitting on the steps leading to his massive two story house. He parked his car in the driveway and went up to his house to see who the person was. The person got up, ran over to him, and wrapped their arms around his neck and enveloped him in a hug. She then buried her face in his neck. It was Claire. And she was crying.
*****
"Claire, what's wrong? Are you okay?" John asked as Claire burst into where he was hiding from Bender. She was sobbing.
"They're breaking up. They're blaming it on me. I don't know what to do. They said they're shipping me off to boarding school. And I'll never see you again-"
John held her in his arms. "Claire, they aren't going to take you away from me. I won't let them."
"They said they were."
"They aren't. And it's not your fault that they're spitting up."
"But they said-"
John cut her off by kissing her. First it was a little intense, then it turned passionate. Claire wrapped her arms around his neck. "I won't let anything separate us."
That night, they made Emily.
The next month, Claire was gone without a trace.
*****
"John, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
"Claire, I don't think I can take this right now."
"John, please. I've never asked for something this big."
"Claire, I need to go inside."
"I don't know what to do John."
"I don't either." His head was leaning by hers.
"This feels so natural."
"You're right."
"We need to talk more."
"We do. Want to come in?"
Claire nodded and John unlocked the door to his house and they walked in. He shut the door, locking it again. He explained to Claire that he had to, because of paparazzi. She nodded and sat on the couch. John sat next to her and they were silent for a time.
"John?" asked Claire, looking down at her fidgeting hands.
"Yeah?" he countered, looking at her.
"Did you really love me?"
"Yes."
She started to lightly sob. "How long did you love me before you stopped?"
"I haven't stopped."
Claire looked up in his eyes. "You haven't?"
"Have you?"
"I dunno. Please don't do this to me now."
"You were the one that asked, Claire."
"I know but. John, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I'm engaged."