34Author's Note: Thank you so much for waiting. I started school in the winter quarter. I was going to write over spring break, but I never got a chance. I'm amazed at how many favorites and follows this story has gotten, thank you!
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Chapter 11
Brian is in a room selecting a song. Once he found the right tune, music blared and he started dancing.
Allison spun around in circles and John sat on the statue rocking out. Upstairs, Claire turned and kicked while Andy drummed his hands. Mirabelle does her own tap dance.
John, Allison, and Mirabelle do foot dance.
Andy, Brian, and John danced forward and backward.
Claire, Mirabelle, and Allison danced sideways.
To end it all, the basket case lowered herself on the floor; face down.
The delinquent had left the room to go back to the supply closet while the rest sat on the rail quietly.
"Brian?" Claire asks, breaking the ice. "Are you going to write your paper?"
"Yeah, why?" Brian questioned.
"Well it's kind of a waste for all of us to write our paper, don't you think?"
"Well that's what Vernon wants us to do," Brian pointed out.
"True," said Claire. "But I think we'd all kind of say the same thing."
Andy and Allison glanced at one another, and then they looked away.
"You just don't want me to write your paper, right?" Brian inquired.
"True," Claire confessed. "But…you're the smartest right?"
"We trust you,"
Brian looked to the others.
"Yeah," Andy said.
Allison nodded.
"Absolutely," Mirabelle added.
"All right I'll do it," Brian said.
"Great," said Claire.
She looked at Allison and assessed her.
Allison turned and sees Claire's expression.
"Come on," Claire said.
"Where we're going?" Allison inquired.
"Come on,"
Allison looked at Mirabelle.
"Go on," The singer advised. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Claire and Allison walked away.
Mirabelle gets off and headed for the supply closet.
"Don't be afraid," said Claire.
She applies eyeliner on Allison's eyelids.
"Don't stick that in my eye." Allison said crossly.
"I'm sticking it," Claire insisted. "Just close…just go like that." She closed her eyes.
Allison copied her.
Claire adds more eyeliner.
"You know, you look a lot better without all that black shit all over your eyes." The prom queen pointed out.
"Hey, I like that black shit." The basket case defended.
"This looks a lot better, look up." Claire advised as she put mascara on Allison's eyelashes.
Brian sat at his desk brainstorming what to write.
Andy sat on the rail waiting for Allison.
Claire brushed Allison's eyebrows with an eyebrow brush as Allison made a growling noise.
"Please, why are you being nice to me?" The dark haired girl inquired.
"Because you're letting me," The red head answered.
Brian starts writing and Andy continued to wait.
Meanwhile, John sat quietly in the closet.
The door opens to reveal Mirabelle. She closed the door and leaned against the wall.
"Are you lost?" John asked.
Mirabelle shook her head.
The pair smiled at each other.
Brian kept writing as Claire joined him at his desk. They smiled at each other.
Andy suddenly looked up to see a newly made over Allison. Andy gets off and the two made their way to each other.
Brian looks up from his paper and saw Allison looking very lovely. Claire gave her a warm smile and so does Brian.
"Thank you," Allison said returning the smile.
Mirabelle leaned in and kissed John's neck.
John looked at her taken aback.
"Why'd you do that?" He asked.
"Because you wouldn't make a move first," Mirabelle responded.
"Before we go any further, I should tell you something. I've had a lot of girlfriends before you." John confessed.
"You'd have?" Mirabelle asked a little surprised.
John nodded. "Quite many,"
He pulled out his wallet and handed it to the brunette.
She looks through his pictures one by one.
"Why are you telling me this?" Mirabelle questioned.
"I just thought I be honest. Are you mad?"
"No, I'm not mad. I am surprised a little," Mirabelle replied. "But then again, I'd do the same thing. I had a few boyfriends myself."
"You did?" John asks.
Mirabelle nodded.
"Two of them treated me like some object, and one guy cheated on me with another girl."
When Mirabelle got to the last image in John's wallet, she was amazed to find a picture of herself. She remembered that day, one of her girlfriends snapped it at the beach; post-divorce with her mother and stepfather.
"You put me in your wallet?"
"Yeah," John nodded.
"Why?" Mirabelle asks.
"I really like you Mirabelle. You're smart, beautiful, and sexy. And you can sing in French brilliantly." John answered.
The chanteuse laughed, smiling.
"Well, I'd have my mother to thank. She turned me on to Edith Piaf," She said.
The rebel held one side of Mirabelle's face.
"Also, I want you to be my girl." He added.
Mirabelle flashed a grin.
Back in the library, Brian finished his paper. He and Claire exchanged smiles.
"What happened to you?" Andy inquired.
"Why?" Allison snapped defensively. "Claire did it, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Andy said. "It's just so different; I can see your face."
"Is that good or bad?" Allison asks.
"It's good," Andy said.
Allison grinned.
Brian and Claire high fived each other.
Detention was officially over. Everyone gathered all of their possessions and walked down the hallway.
Carl stood by.
"See you Brian," said Carl.
"Bye Carl," Brian acknowledged the janitor.
Andy and Allison nodded goodbye.
"See you next Saturday," John said, grinning.
"You bet," said Carl.
"So long Carl," said Mirabelle.
Carl smiled as the six teens left the building.
The others parted ways and went to their parents' cars except for John and Mirabelle.
"So you're walking me home Johnny?" Mirabelle asked.
"That's right Miss Belle," John replied.
Mirabelle smiled and two lovers shared a kiss, before walking home.
Inside the library, Vernon read Brian's paper. It said:
"Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see as you want to see us; in the simplest terms with the most convenient definitions.
But what we found out, that each one of us is a brain…"
"And an athlete," said Andy.
"And a basket case," said Allison.
"A princess," said Claire.
"A criminal," said John.
"And a chanteuse," Mirabelle added.
"Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club;" Brian finished.
As Mirabelle and John walked across the football field, John pumped his fist in the air triumphantly.
A/N: All right, I hope you liked this chapter. Please no flames. Also, if you can just bear with me I will work on a Monday chapter once I get the chance.
