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Allison & Luke's Apartment. Chicago, Illinois. Thursday, September 6, 1984.
(Luke)
The next day, I was feeling rather good to be honest. It was good for both Allison and myself that we had talked things out. The best part was that we still had a chance to be together and she had agreed to a second date. I liked the casual dating arrangement that I had with Allison and while I was certainly glad that I had not lost her friendship, I was even more happy that I had a chance for Allison to one day be my girlfriend. Eventually, Thursday evening eventually rolled around and I was genuinely excited for my second date with Allison. We had decided to go to a local Chinese place called The White Lotus. It was a bit fancier than the places that we usually went to, but I really wanted to treat Allison. We both had endured so much in the past couple of weeks that we needed a night that was just for us. No Bender, no Claire, no parents, no drama; just us.
After our classes were finished for the day, we got back to our apartment and started getting ready for our second date. Allison and I both wanted this next date to be truly special for both of us and this place had a dress code, so not dressing up wasn't really an option. I still had a decent looking suit that once belonged to Claire's brother Chip that lent me whenever I needed to look fancy. When I came out, I saw that Allison had put on a very nice black dress that covered her arms and went down to her knee caps. She wasn't wearing any make up, but she didn't need any. She was already beautiful and as a wise man once said: if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
"Allison..." I muttered with a smile as a small blush appeared on her cheeks.
"Do I look pretty?" she inquired as if looking pretty for me was her first, second, and third concern above all others in her life at that moment. I walked over to the basket case and gently took her hands in mine.
"Believe me Allison, you couldn't look more beautiful if you tried and I ain't just saying that to bullshit you." I assured her as she rewarded me with a wide smile in return. When Alison smiled, it was usually as a joke or because she was trying to trick people into thinking that she wasn't nervous when in fact she truly was. That is why whenever Allison Reynolds gave you a genuine smile of honest happiness, it was something truly special indeed.
"Thank you Luke...so are we going or not, because i'm starving." she teased as she tried not to get too emotional on me. I could tell how important this was for her. The only other guy who had ever shown interest in her was Bender and that relationship had bombed. It was special for me too because the only real relationship i'd ever had was Claire and that bombed. This was truly a second chance for the both of us.
Back at the apartment, Later that evening.
A couple of hours later, Allison and I returned to her apartment; feeling exceptionally pleased with ourselves. We'd both had a wonderful dinner and stuffed ourselves full of delicious Chinese cuisine. It had been a wonderful evening and one of the best dates i'd ever been on. As we got back, we took off our shoes and sat down on the couch. Allison positioned herself on my lap and for a few moments, we really didn't say anything. Eventually, she planted a wet kiss on my lips. I returned it as I held Allison close in my arms. All I wanted in that moment was to make Allison feel safe and appreciated and loved. Something that John Bender hadn't even bothered to try and do for his girlfriend. As I felt Allison kiss me, I couldn't help but compare her to Claire; as messed up as that sounds. Even when Claire was in heat, she still tried to be a proper lady when she was being intimate. Allison, on the other hand, she didn't hold back her longing. She gave a hundred percent of herself every time; she worked for your pleasure.
After a few moments of making out had passed, Allison and I came up for air and couldn't help but giggle at each other; at the absurdity of our situation. Things had changed so much since that Saturday at Shermer High School when the Breakfast Club had formed. Allison with Bender had seemed like a perfect match at the time. They were both outcasts from high school society and they both had deeper sides to them that no one cared to really see. As messed up as it sounds, even my relationship with Claire had an imperfect perfection in itself. It was a classic romance: rich girl falls in love with the poor guy. It seemed like a perfect fairy tale, but in the end, that's all it really was: a fairy tale. Allison, I could tell that we had something real. It didn't have any fluff or magic, but it didn't need to. I'd rather have a love that was nitty-gritty than something sugary sweet.
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