Stoneybrook Ayr

Sheila needed advice, from a guy. A guy who liked some of the same things as Marty when it came to girls, and who wasn't friends with him. It didn't leave her too many options, but on her way home from detention, she had an idea.

Taking a detour, she swung by a place she hadn't dropped into in years, and rung the bell.

For whatever reason, Mari had been in a baking mood that Friday after she arrived home from school. She planned to hang out with Pete later that evening, so she decided making and bringing along his favorite cookies would only make their time together that much more enjoyable.

A couple of hours later, she pulled up in front of his house and walked to the door, a plate of cookies covered in tinfoil in her hands. Ringing the bell, she hoped that Pete would be the one to answer. As luck would have it, he was. "Good evening, sir," she began, flashing him a cheesy smile. "My name is Mari and I'm with the local Girl Scout troop. Would you care to purchase some cookies?"

Sheila left Jacques' more determined to make it up to Marty in any way she could. She knew she had certain ways to get him to forgive her, and while she wasn't above using them just yet, she wanted to try and talk it through first.

Certain he would have come home after detention, she rung the bell and waited.