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Breakfast Club slash.
:)
Enjoy.
Set directly after the movie.
Title: Walk and Talk.
Rating: PG for a little swearing.
Pairing: Brian/Bender.
Notes: Unbeta'd. Might do a sequel. :)
Summary: Bender and Brian take a walk.
"D'you want a lift?" Brian leans out of the car and looks up at Bender.
"You don't wanna see where I'm going." He shrugs and continues to stamp along the pavement as before. Brian hangs out of the window, looking like those dogs you see in the back of pickup trucks, head poking out, watching him.
"Hang on," And Brian ducks back into the car, and rolls the window up, and for a second Bender's sure he's just gonna drive off.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Then Brian tumbles out of the car, and stumbles over the sidewalk, bouncing to his feet to try and laugh it off. He slams the door, and Bender watches him, perplexed.
"'T you doing?" He grunts, folding his arms, and Brian grins at him, that silly, little kid grin that shows he doesn't know quite how childish he looks.
Not childish... Innocent. Bender muses, raising an eyebrow as Brian waves, yeah. He actually waves at his mom as she drives off.
"I'm walking. I felt bad y'know... With you walking on your own and stuff..." He gives a jumpy little shrug, and trots along beside Bender, taking two steps for each thud of the other boy's motorcycle boots.
"You're pretty different when you're high, aren't you?" Bender turns to him and looks curious whilst Brian simply tries to follow the other boy's train of thought.
"Wh-What? Where did that come from?" He stammers, and his ears turn pink. Bender grins.
"Nowhere. Why? Does it have to come from somewhere?" He asks, stopping to cross the road, barely even looking at Brian.
"N-no. It doesn't... It just seemed a weird thing to say... And I guess. Isn't everyone different when they're high?" He scrambles after Bender, who's just walked directly into the center of the road, much to the annoyance of the motorists who scream obscenities as they fly past.
"I guess. But you like, totally loosen up. I mean, you looked happy." Bender shrugs his broad shoulders, and strolls directly into the path of the oncoming traffic, with the aloof, disdainful look on his face - the one that drives Dick absolutely mental.
Brian is less cool about his crossing of the road and scuttles along behind Bender, cringing at every blaring horn, completely unused to being noticed, let alone yelled at.
Bender's a bad influence... What are you thinking, Brian? Of course he is!
He's John Bender. No-one even knows why he's still in school.
And yet, he's a total enigma, Brian would never, ever, ever have thought he'd be here just hanging out with Bender of all people - Bender who sat at the back of his shop class and smoked cigarette after cigarette, never doing anything but grumble and sleep - and who had still managed to get his fucking elephant light to switch on.
Bender who pulled the fire bell every Wednesday at 2:23pm without fail for an entire week.
He was now just Bender. Bender who saved their skin. Bender who managed to climb to the top of the statue in the library, Bender that saw him as something other than a brain. "Stop it. You're freakin' me out," The boy in question breaks into his train of thought, his face is very close to Brian's, and he's pulling some expression that makes him look ever so slightly retarded. Brian snorts, and pushes Bender away by his face. You'd never have dare done that before.
"Doing what? I'm doing what I normally do!" He protests, and Bender frowns.
"Yeah. You think too much, man," He shakes his head, and Brian scowls.
"D'you have any cigarettes?" He asks, changing the subject rapidly. Bender looks surprised, but then nods, and pats down his pockets, searching for the elusive packet.
He places two in his mouth and lights them, before passing one over to Brian, who suddenly feels guilty for trying to taste Bender's lips around the cigarette. His tongue pokes out nervously around the thin, white barrel, and there's the faintest taste of whiskey.
"When did you have the whiskey?" He asks, drawing in hesitantly on the cigarette, trying not to cough.
"I don't know. Before I turned up to this thing? Part way through? I dunno." Bender shrugs, and it's not gone unnoticed how interested Brian had sounded.
"So... Uh... You and Claire, huh?" He eventually says, trying to make it appear like a passive comment, neither interested, nor resentful.
"Me and Claire," Bender affirms, playing with Brian, and enjoying it a little too much when the younger boy blushes.
"So, you guys going out then?" He takes another drag on the cigarette - aren't these meant to calm your nerves?
"I highly doubt it," Bender sniggers, and Brian looks taken aback. "I mean, me and her? I can't see it working. Can you?"
"Well... But she kissed you!" Brian splutters, unsure why he's so indignant - isn't this what he kind of wanted?
"So? I kiss a lot of people, and I'd imagine despite her cherry image, so does she. Like I said, she's a tease." He frowns, and goes cross eyed to look at the filter of his cigarette, which he then promptly drops to the floor, and crushes with the heel of his boot. Brian doesn't really know what to say to that, until for some unfathomable reason he blurts out:
"I've never kissed anyone," He's not sure why he's telling Bender this, at all.
"Can't imagine why..." And Bender's voice isn't sarcastic. It confuses Brian no end, and he's not sure if the other boy is trying to somehow double bluff him or not.
"Wh-what? Why?"
"Well... The way I see it, you're likeable enough, not bad to look at... A little on the short side, but hey. Get a short chick, or a tall guy - they'll totally dig it." Bender shrugs, and pulls his scarf tighter, like he hasn't just said something that's completely changed how Brian thinks about him.
They walk on in silence.
"Hey... Bender?" He eventually asks, courage surging from nowhere.
"Yeah?" Bender's looking very interested right now.
"How tall are you?"
Bender grins.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to ask that,"
Other than that?
LALALALA.
Mocks are horrid.
:]
:)
Enjoy.
Set directly after the movie.
Title: Walk and Talk.
Rating: PG for a little swearing.
Pairing: Brian/Bender.
Notes: Unbeta'd. Might do a sequel. :)
Summary: Bender and Brian take a walk.
"D'you want a lift?" Brian leans out of the car and looks up at Bender.
"You don't wanna see where I'm going." He shrugs and continues to stamp along the pavement as before. Brian hangs out of the window, looking like those dogs you see in the back of pickup trucks, head poking out, watching him.
"Hang on," And Brian ducks back into the car, and rolls the window up, and for a second Bender's sure he's just gonna drive off.
Wouldn't be the first time.
Then Brian tumbles out of the car, and stumbles over the sidewalk, bouncing to his feet to try and laugh it off. He slams the door, and Bender watches him, perplexed.
"'T you doing?" He grunts, folding his arms, and Brian grins at him, that silly, little kid grin that shows he doesn't know quite how childish he looks.
Not childish... Innocent. Bender muses, raising an eyebrow as Brian waves, yeah. He actually waves at his mom as she drives off.
"I'm walking. I felt bad y'know... With you walking on your own and stuff..." He gives a jumpy little shrug, and trots along beside Bender, taking two steps for each thud of the other boy's motorcycle boots.
"You're pretty different when you're high, aren't you?" Bender turns to him and looks curious whilst Brian simply tries to follow the other boy's train of thought.
"Wh-What? Where did that come from?" He stammers, and his ears turn pink. Bender grins.
"Nowhere. Why? Does it have to come from somewhere?" He asks, stopping to cross the road, barely even looking at Brian.
"N-no. It doesn't... It just seemed a weird thing to say... And I guess. Isn't everyone different when they're high?" He scrambles after Bender, who's just walked directly into the center of the road, much to the annoyance of the motorists who scream obscenities as they fly past.
"I guess. But you like, totally loosen up. I mean, you looked happy." Bender shrugs his broad shoulders, and strolls directly into the path of the oncoming traffic, with the aloof, disdainful look on his face - the one that drives Dick absolutely mental.
Brian is less cool about his crossing of the road and scuttles along behind Bender, cringing at every blaring horn, completely unused to being noticed, let alone yelled at.
Bender's a bad influence... What are you thinking, Brian? Of course he is!
He's John Bender. No-one even knows why he's still in school.
And yet, he's a total enigma, Brian would never, ever, ever have thought he'd be here just hanging out with Bender of all people - Bender who sat at the back of his shop class and smoked cigarette after cigarette, never doing anything but grumble and sleep - and who had still managed to get his fucking elephant light to switch on.
Bender who pulled the fire bell every Wednesday at 2:23pm without fail for an entire week.
He was now just Bender. Bender who saved their skin. Bender who managed to climb to the top of the statue in the library, Bender that saw him as something other than a brain. "Stop it. You're freakin' me out," The boy in question breaks into his train of thought, his face is very close to Brian's, and he's pulling some expression that makes him look ever so slightly retarded. Brian snorts, and pushes Bender away by his face. You'd never have dare done that before.
"Doing what? I'm doing what I normally do!" He protests, and Bender frowns.
"Yeah. You think too much, man," He shakes his head, and Brian scowls.
"D'you have any cigarettes?" He asks, changing the subject rapidly. Bender looks surprised, but then nods, and pats down his pockets, searching for the elusive packet.
He places two in his mouth and lights them, before passing one over to Brian, who suddenly feels guilty for trying to taste Bender's lips around the cigarette. His tongue pokes out nervously around the thin, white barrel, and there's the faintest taste of whiskey.
"When did you have the whiskey?" He asks, drawing in hesitantly on the cigarette, trying not to cough.
"I don't know. Before I turned up to this thing? Part way through? I dunno." Bender shrugs, and it's not gone unnoticed how interested Brian had sounded.
"So... Uh... You and Claire, huh?" He eventually says, trying to make it appear like a passive comment, neither interested, nor resentful.
"Me and Claire," Bender affirms, playing with Brian, and enjoying it a little too much when the younger boy blushes.
"So, you guys going out then?" He takes another drag on the cigarette - aren't these meant to calm your nerves?
"I highly doubt it," Bender sniggers, and Brian looks taken aback. "I mean, me and her? I can't see it working. Can you?"
"Well... But she kissed you!" Brian splutters, unsure why he's so indignant - isn't this what he kind of wanted?
"So? I kiss a lot of people, and I'd imagine despite her cherry image, so does she. Like I said, she's a tease." He frowns, and goes cross eyed to look at the filter of his cigarette, which he then promptly drops to the floor, and crushes with the heel of his boot. Brian doesn't really know what to say to that, until for some unfathomable reason he blurts out:
"I've never kissed anyone," He's not sure why he's telling Bender this, at all.
"Can't imagine why..." And Bender's voice isn't sarcastic. It confuses Brian no end, and he's not sure if the other boy is trying to somehow double bluff him or not.
"Wh-what? Why?"
"Well... The way I see it, you're likeable enough, not bad to look at... A little on the short side, but hey. Get a short chick, or a tall guy - they'll totally dig it." Bender shrugs, and pulls his scarf tighter, like he hasn't just said something that's completely changed how Brian thinks about him.
They walk on in silence.
"Hey... Bender?" He eventually asks, courage surging from nowhere.
"Yeah?" Bender's looking very interested right now.
"How tall are you?"
Bender grins.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to ask that,"
Other than that?
LALALALA.
Mocks are horrid.
:]