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Reckon

Claire Standish found herself next morning in a small bed, several times smaller than her own. She looked arround for anything she would reckon but her reserch failed miserably. Where the hell was she? The walls in the room where all black and had flourescent graffitti on them, wich claimed the room as the property of some Vlad dude. Her head was killing her, and the only thing she remembered about the previous night was being at a crazy party with Jason Murney, and then walking down an unknown street all alone.

She probably walked a long way, because her feet hurt badly. The million toughts about how she had arrived there made her head complain with pain, and of course, this thoughts where filled with the most hideous posibilities. Even more scared if possible, she stood up from the high bed and headed to the opened door. Outside was a little living room with four doors including the one she was stading in, and one of them, apparently the entry, had a staircaise next to it. It was a beige, nice space, nothing to do with the black painted room she was in.

Claire was ready to get out of the apparently empty house and headed to the front gate, when she heard loud tuds coming from behind one of the doors. About to freak out, she went right back to the room she was previously in and looked for the closest thing that resembled a weapon, finally grabbing the best option she had: a pillow.

With it she crouched in front of the door, ready to apply her self defense weekend sesion knoledge. Slowly the door knob started turning, and her eyes got bigger with anticipation. A broad, tall figure came out of it, and in a second he had the tiny red haired girl over him hitting him with the pillow.

"You sick monster! Where are we?!" she said, as loud as her headache allowed.

"Claire! It's me! John!" his stooped body responded, barely noticing the hits the pillow proportioned. At the sound of the name she stoped dry, lifting her eyes as he lift from his curved position. God! Was he this tall before? She wondered, observing carefully the wary man standing in front of her, because he was a man now. The passed year had give him a much broader figure, and a higher length apparently. He still had his hair in this longer-than-it-should-be way, in this way she loved. No, I don't love it she tought, while remembering everything that had happened and how she felt he left her last year. Man she was silly... That's why she didn't hugged him or something, like she wanted to.

"Like watcha' see... Cherry?" he asked with the haughty tone Claire remembered, and she blushed in the way she remembered she did, every time he catched her doing something she shouldn't. Checking him out was a good example of it.

"Hi... Bender" she said embarrassed, breaking eye contact. He felt dissapointed. After last night, he had had the hope that she would hug him happily and cheer for seeing him again, but he now wondered how could he bring himself to think that 'shit'. As he always said, the world was an imperfect place.

"Mind tell what am I doing in here?" Claire asked, bitterness in her tone.

"You don't remember?"

"I... should I?" she said, with her head proudly high.

Bender, that had been nice until this moment, couldn't help but put his old, dusted bad boy cover on.

"I don't know, Claaaire..." he said, using the same tone he had when he had said a year ago that Claire was a fat's name "It wasn't me who nocked at the door at 3 in the morning, was I?!"

He walked and entered the kitchen, leaving the astunished girl with the jaw on the floor. "Coffee" he said when he went back, giving her a cup while walking pass her and then turning the small TV on and launching in the couch with his feet on.

Claire was still taking everything he had said in. Blurry images of a small, white house with the lights on came to her, and sudden angst filled her for some reason. It brought bad feelings, so she pushed away the memories the best she could and started drinking the coffee she had on her hands. Then, she went to stand in front of a lazy Bender.

"Can I use your bathroom?" she asked, maybe now a bit ashamed, because whatever the reason was for her knocking, he had obviously let her in.

Bender lifted a jaded hand and pointed to the door where he had been previously in. She left the coffee in a small table and headed to the bathroom. At first Claire didn't look at the mirror, too distracted about the rest of the things that were there. There where bath stuff for two, ones for John and the others for the Vlad guy, she assumed. Everything was fine, but when she put some whater on her face to wash it she flinched with pain. Quickly she looked at the mirror, and saw the huge bruise formed on her right cheek, right beneath the eye. She gasped at the image of the upcoming hand that came and smacked her, a hand with no face. She opened the bathroom door with bewildered eyes to find John on one side of the door, with some sort of ointment on his hands.

He handled the tube to her and then started to walk back to the sofa. Seeing every one of her chances slip from her hands, she couldn't hold her words back.

"John..." she called. He froze at the name. He handn't hear that name from her mouth in what seemed like years. When she saw he wasn't going to respond but that at least had managed to make him pay attention, she went on "do you... do you know what happened to me?".

He thought about it for a second. "No" was his dry and final answer. He was so angry at her for being able of handle him that way. After it he just kept going and sat on the sofa, but not with his feet on this time.

She felt terrible. How could this be happening? As the last night's facts started to slowly reconstruct on her head, she went and sat next to him. So he sat then on the floor, right in front of where he had been previously. She, following his 'game', sat on the floor beside him.

"Cut it off!" he said annoyed, sitting again on the couch. Resigned, she stayed where she was. He was barefooted, so she started to tap his foot lightly, passing a finger across it. John flinched at the touch, and moved it away.

When she was about to reach it again, he exploded "What the fuck do you want Claire?!" he said, staring down at her.

She then felt the urge to stand, because sitting on the floor like that wasn't a very proud possition to talk to someone, but she fought that urge back. Maybe if he didn't perceive that need from her he would calm down a bit. "Look... I know I was a total bitch... that I still am..."

"So what?! It's who you are! It's the people you're surrounded with! And I don't give a shit about it Claire, because now I see that I was an imbecile by thinking that you would change in some way. So, why the fuck don't you go to school where you should be and go cry with the bitches you call friends huh?! And don't worry, I won't damage your reputation by saying you slept in the same house than a criminal!" John stood up with a swift move and avoided her whatery eyes by going to the kitchen. She, of course, followed him.

He was sitting in one of the kitchen counters and she stood by him, looking for his gaze and failing.

"I don't think you're a criminal..." she started, finding that she couldn't help her voice from being that smooth "and I wanna thank you... because though I don't remember much about it... I know that when I knocked this door you let me in..." He hadn't said a thing, but his expression was getting softer. His hand was on the counter and she took a shot in the dark by reaching it. He stiffened but didn't move it. Good, Claire thought. "Please... forgive me John... God... I missed you so much...".

He suddenly turned and with a fast move catch her jaw with one hand, an angry expression on his face "Why do you do this to me?!" he screamed at her face.

She felt a deep rejection pain and her eyes started to fill with tears, while she stared fixatedly at his own eyes, barely inches from her's. He shook her a little and got off from the counter, stooped because of the high diference. "Why Claire?!"

He wanted an answer, so the disconcerted Claire responded what she knew "I don't know". In her voice was the fear she was feeling, not from him, but from his rejection.

"Oh God" he murmured with an extrange defeated expression. She didn't expect the move he made next. He closed the space between them and suddenly his lips were on her's, with a hunger she hadn't feel before. At first her eyes were wildly open, but as the kiss got more appeased, she let her self go and closed happily her eye lids, while he turned them arround and put her against the counter, colocating one hand on the top of it and the other on her waist. Then she put her arms arround his neck, getting even closer to his body, if possible. It was an elixir of salvation, the salvation from everything she was passing by at the moment. A kiss Claire knew could only be found on those lips, on that warm hand that rested now on her waist.

Ectastic, she opened her mouth slightly and ran her hands over his hair, giving out a little moan when he ran his tonge trought her bottom lip.

Maybe it was just a few minutes, hours or just seconds, but at the end he got apart to take his breath back. Then, as fast as it happened, it ran away and he separated from her.

"Sorry" he simply said, heading to the door.

"Wait!" Claire couldn't believe what just had happened. Being suddenly in heaven and then trown out in the same way wasn't normal nor common. "Why did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to" he said.

"And what if I want..." she started, but he cut her off.

"Don't get too ectastic Cherry, it's the last time i'll happen" he drily said. "You should go to your house and then head to school. It's 9 a.m. You have time" he finished, trowing him self on the couch for the third time.

Claire thought about it. School. It was Monday indeed, but if he could do what he wanted she was going to do the exact same thing. "I don't want to" she said, staring at him and obviously catching him off guard. He turned his head quickly toward her but then turned it back over.

"Fine" he said, shrugging it off as if he didn't care.

"Fine!" she said, grabbing the ointment from the floor and heading to the bathroom.

Crap, this's gonna be a long day Bender thought, his gaze on her while she entered the bathroom and closed the door, still with her taste on his lips.

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