Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make 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…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal… Does that answer your question?… Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
“Kids lose everything unless there’s someone there to look out for them. And if your parents are too fucked up to do it, then maybe I should”
Stand By Me (1986)
You sat in your best friend Dally’s car after eating and a cute soc walked by and you smiled and waved.
“He was really cute." You openly stated.
”What, can you repeat, I didn’t hear.” His voice was low and you could tell he was pissed off.
”He was really cute." You repeated.
”What the hell, (y/n) why don’t you just go run off with him." He snapped jealously.