Six teenagers find yourself at the detention a Saturday with whatever reason they thought it was a going in and going out situation but it was much more
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Meanwhile brian has turned on a record of 'we are not alone' by Karla Devito, everyone was dancing, flipping, etc.
After a little while John had to go back to the basement Vernon had left him. He had grabbed Mia by the waist and planted a kiss on her cheek as a "good bye" then headed back up the vents.
Meanwhile everyone was sitting on the railing. "Brian?" Claire says breaking the silence "yeah?" He replied "well it's kind of a waste for all of us to write our papers, don't you think?" Claire says "oh but that's what Vernon wants us to do" Brian frowned
"True, " Claire agreed, . Suspicious, Brian said, "You just don't want to write your paper, right?" "Yeah,"Mia cut in," "but you are the smartest of all of us. " Brian blushed and looked down bashfully. "We trust you, Bri," Claire smiled. Andrew agreed. "All right," Brian told them, "I'll do it." Claire smiled. "Great."Looking away from Brian, she turned her attention to Allison. "Come On, " she said.
"Where are we going?" questioned Allison. Claire pulled lightly on the girl's sleeve and repeated, "Come on!" When they both hopped off the railing, Claire pulled at Allison hand. "You, too." Laughing quietly, Mia obliged. Together, they went into another room
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Laughing quietly, Mia obliged. Together, they went into another room in the library. Claire had evidently decided to give Allison a makeover,every so often Allison made a strange squeak. "Don't be afraid," Claire cooed when she began working on Allison's eye makeup. "Don't stick that in my eye!" Allison countered. "I'm not sticking it-" Claire cut herself off and leaned back little, "Just close, just go like that," she told Allison, closing her eyes as a demonstration. Allison huffed, but did it anyway.
When Claire began applying the makeup, the girl's quiet squeals began again and Mia giggled. "You know, you really do look a lot better without all that black shit on your eyes, " Claire said. "Hey!" protested Allison, "I like that black shit." "This looks a lot better... Look up.' "Why're you being so nice to me?" Claire laughed lightly, ''Cause you're letting me." Allison hummed. "So, what's going on with you and Bender?" Claire asked, glancing at Mia for a moment. "I don't know , " Mia shrugged .
"I think he's in love with you," Claire repeated nonchalantly. ", Mia rolled her eyes, "why do you think that?"
Claire stopped putting makeup on Allison to turn and face Mia. "The way he acts around you," she explained gently. "He looks at you like you're the best thing in the whole world. " she paused, "And I think you're in love with him, too," Claire added. Mia didn't respond because she knew that Claire was true.
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John looked up when he heard the door to the closet open and close softly.Mia was standing before him, . He grinned. "You lost?" She stalked towards where he sat "No. He turned his body to face her and swung his legs off the side of the table. "What are you doing in here?" She got up on the table and straddled his thighs. Her hands came up to cup his face and she pressed her lips against his. Instantly, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him as he reciprocated the kiss. Mia's arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss deepened.
It was a couple minutes later when they parted, breathing heavily and pushing their foreheads together. "be with me," he said quietly. Mia smiled. "I am right now " she teased as John rolled his eyes "no I mean like together together". "Okay" she nodded
When they both put their coats back on, John wrapped his arm around Mia's waist and walked with her towards the front doors of the school.
BRIAN'S VOICE
Dear Mister 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 us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a writer, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.
