The new chapter's up, not many to go. I'm getting into this history now. Looks like I'm the only one, but... Nah. Anyway; enjoy.

The Plot

"Sloane, you slut!" I screamed, not giving the damn about the fact that I was in a stranger's house.

"What happened to "hello"!" She snapped back at me, surprised to see me.

"It vanished when you fucked Mr. Sunglasses and Mr. Daddy's boy!" I shouted back at her. She stared at me, her love replaced with extreme hate. I could see it. She hated me.

"Whoa, whoa, hold your horses a bit, okay?" Jimmy raised his hands and placed himself between us. "As far as I know, Sloane did break up with you, so she may do whatever she want, right?"

Sloane nodded.

"And me and Joel weren't even together, we was just flirting!" Sloane continued.

"Then why did you kiss!"

"To make you jealous!" She screamed, her face getting all red. Jimmy had obviously nothing more to say.

"Okay, I see, that's all this is about, what? To make me jealous? Well, it doesn't work, okay, because when I see what kind of a whore you are, I DON'T WANT YOU BACK!"

After saying my final sentence, I raged out of the door, not bothering to see how she reacted. I really didn't care. Or I did, but I didn't want to let her know.

I ran out in my car, turning the key and drove out of the yard. Thank god that nobody followed me.

I didn't drive the entire way home; instead I stopped at a café nearby, wanting to be alone. I was pretty pleased to see that I almost was. The only other person around was a guy at about my age, drinking a soda. I sat down next to him, sighing. I ordered a diet coke.

"Problems with the ladies, yeah?" He smiled at me. I tried to smile, but it was hard.

"Yeah, she dumped me for "prince charming"," I mumbled. He seemed like a cool guy. He had brown, short but thick hair, and was wearing a red collage sweater.

"I'm Marty McFly," he smiled, stretching out his hand.

I grabbed it with my own. "Nice to meet you, I am Ferris Bueller."

He raised an eyebrow. "You mean, THE Ferris Bueller? Of the whole "Save Ferris" thing?"

"Yeah, I guess so." I smiled. "Gees, I didn't know I was famous or anything."

"So, I've helped a couple to get together again before, you know?" He continued, taking a sip of his soda. My mind rose.

"Really? Who?"

"My pare… cousin and his present wife," he smiled.

"Well, perhaps you're able to help me?" I said, getting really into this. He studied his fingernails, showing that he wasn't really interested.

"Nah, I don't' know about that…"

"What? Why not?"

"I don't know, I don't like your attitude," he grinned. What the…? I quickly realised that I didn't like this sport anymore, taking that confident tone of his.

"You know what I think? That you never helped a couple. I think you're a real chicken!"

"What did you say?" He raised his voice suddenly.

"Eh, nothing?"

"Nobody calls me a chicken, okay? All right, lets say I will help you and this chick of yours, but what's in it for me, anyway?"

"Well, I've got a cute sister, if you…"

"I've already got a girlfriend…"

"Okay, lets say 20 dollars."

Marty snorted. "50"

"Okay, lets say 30 then," I tried.

"Still 50"

"45, my last offer!"

"Deal," Marty smiled, grabbing my hand. "So, tell me a little about this girl of yours, will you?"

"Well, she's got long, brown hair and big, brown eyes. Her name is Sloane Peterson, by the way."

"Hmm, sounds good, " He smiled, resting his head in his arm. "What about the new guy, what is he like?"

I frowned. I didn't really want to talk about him… "His name is Jimmy Reardon. He is like… perfect, you know what I mean? Not too tall, not too thin, not to thick, blonde, thick hair, bright, green eyes… It'll be hard to get him away."

Marty looked like he was thinking it all over.

"Well, I know what to do. I'll make her fall in love with me, and then I'll take her to the dance on Saturday, that is two days from now. Then I'll start getting really… intimacy. Believe me, NO girls want the guys to do that in the beginning of the first date. I swear. And when she tries to get loose, I'll hold her, so she won't be able. Then you come, open the door, and hit me so I fall down on the ground. Then you'll be the hero, and I'll be the creep!"

He talked really fast, and it took me some time to quite catch what he said. My first thought after I understood it was: What? He didn't really think that would work, did he?

"Okay, first: How the hell are you suppose to make her fall in love with YOU, when she got REARDON?"

He smiled, almost chuckling.

"Oh, I can handle it." He winked at me, and asked me to write down her address and phone number. I did as he said, paid him half of the money, and got out of there. I only hoped he wasn't joking. He had given me his phone number and address too, as a guarantee, he said.