The Pretty Boy (Breakfast Club)

"I Think Your Old Man And My Old Man Should Get Together And Go Bowling."

     "You are such a bitch!" Alan yelled. "You did that on purpose just to fuck me over!" "I would do it though, I think that you should be able to love whoever you want," Allison said. "I agree," Bender added. "Alan, as long as you don't flaunt it in my face, I'm okay with it," Andrew said, trying to be supportive, but Alan felt offended more than anything else. "So I should just stay in the closet, huh?" "No, that's not what I meant-" "You're being sort of a jerk, Andrew. We gotta support our fellow transsexuals," Brian remarked. "Transgender, Brian," Alan corrected. "Y-Yeah, that's what I meant," Brian said, slightly embarrassed. "Anyway, what exactly did you mean by that, Andrew?" "I just meant, y'know, the whole wide world doesn't need you to start floating around screaming, 'Hey look at me, I'm a transvestite!'" Alan rolled her eyes. "What?" Andrew asked. "I shouldn't have come out to some dick like you." "Hey, what are you talking about? Did I say something wrong?" "Oh, you don't need to worry. After all, I'm just gonna get AIDS, right?" Andrew looked down at his shoes. "And you haven't exactly been supportive, either," she pointed to Allison. "You're just pissed cause she got you to admit something you didn't wanna admit to." Andrew argued. "Well, that doesn't make it any less bizarre..." Alan defended. "What's bizarre? I mean, we're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all." "How are you bizarre?" Claire asked. "He can't think for himself," Allison answered before Andrew could. "She's right...do you guys know what I did to get in here? I taped Larry Lester's buns together."

     Everyone gave Andrew a funny look after hearing such a bizarre answer. "That was you?" Brian asked. "Yeah, you know him?" "Yeah, I know him..." "Well, you know how hairy he is, right? Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair come off and some...some skin, too." "Oh my god..." Claire said. "And the bizarre thing is...I did it for my old man. I tortured this poor kid, because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He was always going on about all the wild things he used to do... And I got the feeling that he was disappointed in me because in never cut loose on anyone, right? So I-I'm sitting in the locker room, and I'm taping up my knee, and Larry's undressing a couple lockers down from me. And he's kinda...he's kinda skinny...weak. And I started thinking about my father, and his attitude towards weakness...and the next thing I knew, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him...and all my friends just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, while I was sitting in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry having to go home and explain what happened to him...and the humiliation...the fucking humiliation he must have felt, It must have been unreal...I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way..." Andrew began to tear up. "And It's all because of me and my old man...god, I fucking hate him. He's like this mindless machine that I can't even relate to anymore. 'Andrew! You've got to be number one! I wont tolerate any losers in this family, your intensity is for shit! WIN! WIN! WIN!' you son of a bitch...y'know, sometimes I wish my knee would give, and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. And they'd forget all about me."

"I think you're old man and my old man should get together and go bowling." "Mine too." Andrew laugh briefly at the comments made by Bender and Alan before the room, once again, went silent.