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Forgetting a Fairytale

"Sloane Peterson, what the hell are you doing?" I said loudly in anger. What, she was some kind of a slut, just moving on to another "Ferris"? No. No way. There was only one Ferris here, and that was I. Who did he think he was, by the way? Just moving in, and catch a girl just like that? Doesn't the boy own any shame?

"Ferris!" She cried suddenly as she pulled away from the boy's lips. "I was just looking for you!"

"Yeah, and I suppose you didn't find me in that guy's mouth?" I spat at her in anger. The boy looked at me. Cameron was so right. He did smell like trouble. Lots of trouble indeed.

"That Guy" happens to have a name!" Sloane spat back, pointing her finger in my stomach. "Were is your manner, Bueller?"

I wanted to laugh her hardly in the face. My manners!

"My manners? What about your manners? Breaking up with me and then, about two weeks later, you end up with a guy who's just moving in? Where is the answer to that?"
"I think you just gave yourself the answer when you said "breaking up with me", don't you?"

"So, you're that kind are you? Just moving from guy to guy?"

"I've settled down with Joel now!"

"Hey, folks, calm it down will you!" The guy, apparently to be named Joel, interrupted us and stopped our little fight.

"Well, I'm going now. Try to kick some sense into this mindless fool's head, will you?" Sloane said and ((I couldn't believe it)) kissed Joel on the lips right in front of Cam and me. I almost forgot that Cameron had been there at all, as he just stood there watching the fight.

All three of us just watched Sloane as she walked out of the yard, heading home.

"Just forget her," Joel's voice suddenly spoke. Both Cameron and me stared at him.

"Excuse me…?" I said, like I didn't get it. I actually did. He wanted me to just give my long lost love, my fiancé, up to some street-smart guy who just moves in and wears his dad's sunglasses. To forget my beloved Sloane would be like forgetting a fairytale your mother taught you when you were a kid.

Would I follow his command? Over my dead body.

"You heard me, pal," He said, grinning. He took his sunglasses of and took my hand tightly, smiling. "I'm Joel. Joel Goodson. Nice to meet you"

"Ferris. Ferris Bueller. And the pleasure is on your side," I mumbled angrily. He took it all so easy. Didn't he mind stealing another guy's girl? I could easily get her back, but then this fool suddenly showed up. I hated him as much as I hated my sister. I never though I actually would hate any human in that way.

"Hey, take it easy man!" He laughed and clapped me hardly on my shoulder. I wanted to bite his smirking face of.

"It's not the end of the world, a guy like you gets to screw a lot of girls before he dies!"

I could hear it in his cold voice that he either meant it as a compliment or as a joke. He had no sarcasm in it anyway.

"I happen to be in love with the girl. Don't you know what it means to be in love?" I said, my teeth gritted. He stopped smiling and looked at me.

"Yes, in fact I do, but my girl was a whore and her pimp was all chasing me. And besides, I earned lots of money on her," He said, his smile now turning more sarcastic.

"Come on, Cam, let's get out of here," I mumbled, sending Joel a last glare. Cameron followed me out of the yard.

"What do you want to do, Ferris?" Cameron asked quietly when we entered the car again. I sighed deeply.

"He's going to hurt Sloane. I know it. He's going to get her to bed and then dump her like a sack of potatoes. She's going to cry her heart out. I won't allow that."

Cameron sighed as well. I should never drag him into this. He knew I would do anything to get her back, and "anything" is a new word for "trouble" to him.

Cameron drove the car past my house, but I told him to stop.

"Look Cameron, pal, I think I just want to be sick in my own bed right now. All right? If you hurry up, you're still able to reach school using the explanation that you slept too long."

Cameron nodded and smiled bravely. I could see he was disappointed.

"You'll be ok?" He asked as I stepped out of the car. I smiled at him, not knowing why he bothered to ask at all.

"Ferris Bueller is always ok, Cameron," I said. He smiled with me and then drove off.

So now I was all alone, wanting a big hole in the ground to appear and swallow my entire body in one bite. No pain, just peace.

I slowly entered the house, looking around.

"Jeanie?" I almost forgot she had a date. She had fun with someone of the opposite sex. God, I wish I'd never leave Sloane. Or did she leave me? I wasn't sure. I guess we just sort of broke up.

I dragged myself up the stairs, blinded by my own sorrow. I never wanted to see daylight again; I probably wouldn't get to neither. I didn't realise until now how much I actually love this certain Sloane Peterson.

I slammed the door hardly behind me and fell down on my bed. I turned so I was lying on my back, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling above me. I wanted to spend the rest of my day lying like this. It felt comfortable. That is, until my back started to hurt, causing me to change my position to stretch it.

Slam

The door downstairs suddenly opened and closed hardly. Mom and dad were home? Already? I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my watch. No, they weren't supposed to be home for another four hours! What if it was a thief, I thought.

I opened the door as slowly as I did when Jeanie was home, but tried to make less noise when I walked down the stairs.

"Whoever you are, just freeze!" I said. I heard my voice shiver. Hopefully, the intruder didn't notice my fear.

"I have a gun!" I continued as I reached the first floor. I looked around folding my hands like it actually was a gun.

"Drop it, Ferris," Jeanie's voice answered from her usual couch. I was confused. Didn't she have a date with that amazing guy of hers?

"Jeanie, why are you home so soon? Weren't you supposed to have that fabulous date of yours?"

When she didn't answer my question, I walked closer to her. Her head were hanging down, causing her hair to cover up her face.

"Jeanie, what's wrong?" I asked suspiciously.

When she lifted her head up, I could see what I didn't want to see.

She was crying.