The Pretty Boy (Breakfast Club)

"Woah, You Look Really...Different."

     After they all had finished laughing, Brian put a record on, and nearly everyone began dancing the day away. Alan, however, didn't want to. "I can't dance!" she insisted. "C'mon, Sweetcheeks, let's get moving!" Bender yelled, grabbing her arm. She blushed at the idea of someone, anyone calling her Sweetcheeks, let alone that person being Bender. "You don't have to know how to dance, just do it!" Bender encouraged her before running off. Alan was shy at first, but eventually, she got hang of it and began dancing like no one was watching.

Once they had all caught their breaths, Bender crawled back into the heating duct, leaving the room quieter than it was before. Meanwhile, the rest of them sat down on the railing, knowing that detention would be over soon. "Brian?" Claire got his attention. "Yeah?" "Are you gonna write your paper?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, It's kind of a waste for all of us to write our paper, don't you think?" "But that's what Vernon wants us to do." "True, but I think we'd all kinda say the same thing." "You just don't wanna write your paper, right?" "Busted!" Alan teased. "Shut up..." Claire said, embarrassed. "Okay, you got me there, Brian. But you're the smartest, right?" he blushed. "Uh, w-well..." "We trust you." Brian looked at Allison, Andrew, and Alan, who all nodded in approval. "Alright, I'll do it..." Brian walked away, actually seeming pretty happy. "Hey, Claire?" Alan asked, pushing the tips of her index fingers together. "Yeah?" "So you know how you're like, the prettiest girl at school?" "That's what most boys say, yeah. Why do you ask?"  "And you have a lot of makeup, right?" "Yeah, so?" "I was thinking...could you...give me a makeover?" "Of course, let's go." Alan's heart thumped as she followed the prom queen herself away from the others.

     "You look amazing, Alan," Claire said, brushing out the hair extensions she gave her. "Th-Thank you." she stuttered. "Fun fact, I originally bought these just so I could mimic my mom." "Really?" "Really." "Huh...I was wondering why a redhead would buy brown hair extensions," she remarked. "So, have you thought about changing your name?" Claire asked. "I have, but I don't know what I'd change it to." "What about Allie?" "No, I've never really liked that name." "Amanda?" "No." "Angela?" "Nope." "Amy?" "Nah." "Ashley?" "Perfect." "Thank god, I thought I'd be here forever," Claire teased. "Oh, shut up!" "I don't think I will, Ash." she continued, making Alan, now Ashley, smile. "So...any boy you've got your eye on?" Claire asked. "One word, Bender," she answered. "Really?" "Yeah, why? Did you have someone else in mind?" "Well, for some reason I thought it'd be Brian," Claire replied. "Let me guess, you're saying that because you like him, right?" "Shut up!" Claire blushed, putting the brush back into her purse.

      She sat down next to Ashley, looking over her face one last time to see if she made a mistake with the makeup. "You look stunning," she said, putting her hands over her mouth. "However, I feel like there's something missing..." "What's wrong with it?" "Here." Claire handed Ashley an outfit she put together. The outfit consisted of a pink tank top, a push-up bra, and a black skirt. And while it was simple, it was enough to make her smile. "Th-thanks...I'll go change."  "Wait!" Claire called before she could run off. "Here, take this." Claire handed her something special, the lipstick she used for her 'talent'. "Thank you..." Ashley said before running into one of the empty classrooms, a smile on her face.

     Andrew played with his cross necklace, trying to pass the time before detention would finally be over. He looked up, and he saw something he thought he'd never see. Standing before him was Alan, her eyes sparkled like diamonds, and her hair, long and beautiful. They all stared at the newly made Alan in awe as she just stood there, smiling. "Andrew, don't look at me, look at Allison, she's the one who really likes you," she said, making Andrew turn to face the recluse. "You do?" he asked. "I mean...I've always admired you from afar...oh, that's sounded creepy, I'm sorry-" "No, no! It's not creepy at all! To be honest, I've always found shyness...cute." his face became red as a cherry. "You...do?" Andrew nodded. Allison cried tears of joy and wrapped her hands around him in a tight embrace. "I got you," was all Ashley said before running off.

     Ashley walked through the empty hallways before she found the storage closet in which Bender sat. She picked the lock with a bobby pin and slipped inside. "Woah, you look really...different," Bender commented. Ashley smiled, and Bender smiled back. "So, why are you here?" he asked as she sat down next to him. "So I could give you this." A wave of anxiety rushed over her as she leaned closer to Bender, kissing him on the cheek. He looked at her, still in awe at what just happened. "Why did you do that?" "You looked like you needed it." Bender nodded and turned his head away, trying to hiding the fact that he was blushing madly. "Hey, Bender...I gotta ask you something..." "Yeah?" "Are you disgusted by the fact that I'm trans?" "Truth?" "Truth." Bender nodded before saying one simple, yet comforting word. "No."

     "So, how's writing the essay going?" Claire asked, sitting next to Brian. "It's uh, going just fine..." he said, putting the pencil down. "So, uh, what's up?" he asked. "Nothing, I just kinda wanted to sit down beside you." "Ah, okay..." Brian's heart pumped fast as Claire scooted her chair closer to his. Halfway through writing, Brian let out a fake yawn and put his arm around her. He felt pretty slick at first, until Claire spoke up. "Brian, I know you're not actually tired, you just did that so you could have your arm around me." he immediately took his hand off of her, a rosy tint on his cheeks. "I'm sorry, truly I am! I don't know what I was doing, I just-" Brian got cut off when Claire swiftly pressed her lips against his. "It's okay." seeing Claire smile at him like that made him think one, straightforward thing. I can take on the world.