Not much readers, but I enjoy writing this, so I'll finish it! X3'

Some twists in here, and there'll be more, but don't worry. This is, strangely enough, leading somewhere. This is so far the worst say of Ferris life… enjoy! )

Meeting Mr.Reardon

"Jeanie, what's the matter? Why are you crying?" I mumbled, trying to find the right words to say to comfort my crying sister. "Did someone hurt you?" I sat down next to her in the sofa, as she cried louder, sobbing onto my shoulder.

"Yes!" She cried out, gasping for air.

"Who? That guy you were supposing to date?"

"YES!" she cried louder, and I started to get nervous that my mom would hear it from her job and return to check out if everything was all right.

"Well, what did he do?" I pulled her up from my shoulder, facing her. "Tell me, Jeanie, please!"

"He… He said," she gasped, straightening her back. "He said that he couldn't go out with me, because…because he found another girl!" she cried, returning to my shoulder.

"Okay, that's enough!" I said, getting up on my feet. "I won't let anybody hurt you and get away with it. What did you say the name of that sport was?"

"Jimmy…" she sniffed. "Jimmy Reardon. The address is written down on a note on the kitchen."

"Great. I take your car, Jeanie. Don't do anything I wouldn't have done when I'm gone, okay? See you later!"

After finishing my last sentence, I closed the door behind me as I ran outside.

On my way out, I'd picked up the note so I knew where my target was.

"So, Mr. Jimmy Reardon," I whispered to myself as I started the motor on Jeanie's car and drove out of the backyard.

I figured that he lived somewhere a bit far away, but still, I was going.

"Hey, Bueller, what's up?" A voice called and made me stop. I soon found myself facing one of the most disgusting people of the moment as he trudged over to the car. I sighed.

"What do you want, Goodson?" I said, trying to keep calm. "Why don't you go offer my ex-girlfriend something that I obviously couldn't?"

"Calm it, Bueller," he smiled. "The matter of fact, she is my ex too, now!"

"What? Why?"

"She said she just felt that we didn't belong together, but you know what I think?"

I shook my head, really not being interested.

He leaned his lips uncomfortably close to my ear and whispered slowly;

"I think that girl of yours is a real whore."

"Okay, that's enough!" I said loudly in anger, trying to smash my fist into his face, but he was too fast and grabbed my fist before I hit him.

"Take it easy man…" He smiled as he walked away.

"Yeah, that's right, rich boy, go home to daddy!" I yelled after him. "And stay!"

He didn't answer me; he only put on his sunglasses and snorted.

How dared he! He had no right calling her a whore because of that! I didn't call her that, did I? She probably just got tired of him, or if she did dump him for another, it would probably be me, wouldn't it? Perhaps she missed me just as much as I missed her? Well, first thing first; I had to go tell this "prince charming", Mr. Reardon, to stay away from my sister.

I started the car again, and turned on the radio as I continued my way to find Jimmy Reardon.

I snorted with a smile as I heard "Twist and Shout" playing on the radio.

"What are the odds of that?" I smiled to myself. I hadn't heard that song since I sang it in the street parade. I sighed, remembering Sloane's surprised and beautiful face the moment she saw me on the platform. She loved me. I knew it. She was beaming.

Suddenly, I was there. I didn't know how, but I checked the address twice, comparing it to the one on the house in front, and it was the same.

"Well, no turning back no, eh?" I mumbled and stepped out. The house was big and he looked like he had some money, this guy. Perhaps that was the big thing about him? I mean, he couldn't have been that good looking, that some girl like Jeanie would cry about him?

I saw no car in the yard, but I heard voices inside. As I passed a window, I saw two shadows, dancing and laughing. It didn't take long before they were smooching too. I stuck my tongue out in disgust as I heard little noises of pleasure, caused by the kissing. This had to be the new girl, I thought. Why, she was probably some hot, blonde, skinny bimbo, wasn't she? I felt the anger rise in me, wanting more than anything to punch him in his face. I could imagine him; tall, broad-shouldered, with short, black hair, and probably a smoke in his mouth. His clothing would be long jeans and a short-sleeved black shirt with a pentagram on it. Yeah, he would be hard to beat up, for sure...

Carefully, I placed my finger on the doorbell and pushed it in. When it made a noise, I listened carefully, hearing voices from the other side of the walls.

"Oh darn it, not now…"

"Be quick, will you?"

"Yeah, sure, baby. Don't fix your hair while I'm in the door, right?"

The voices were followed by a kiss, before a boy stood in front of me.

I raised an eyebrow. Must be his brother, I thought.

"Eh, may I talk to Jimmy Reardon, please?" I said, uncertain. The boy smiled.

"You're looking at him. I am Jimmy Reardon."

I couldn't help it when my jaw dropped. This guy was like the total opposite of the one I had in mind. The short, black hair was replaced with thick, blonde hair in an elegant wave on the top of his hair, and his eyes were kind and green. About his height, he wasn't much taller than me, and he wasn't smoking. He looked completely healthy. His clothes weren't gothic at all, he was actually only wearing a blue robe.

"Yes, can I help you?" he said kindly.

But before I was able to say something as an answer, I heard a second voice.

"Are you coming back inside soon, baby?"

All the blood in my body seemed to freeze to ice, as my heart skipped a beat. I pushed the boy away and walked quickly into the living room, where my shock grew worse.

There was Sloane… wearing nothing but a pink robe…