I just love Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and I really wanted to write a story for this category, but I didn't know how. So, after almost a week of thinking it through, I give to you….my Ferris Bueller story!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
I laid in bed, practically dying from my cold. That sounded like something Cameron would say, but it was true. My face was paste white, I had a fever of one hundred and two, and I could barely smell the chicken soup Cameron made for me sitting on the night stand. I Emerson Montay was dying from a common cold. I rolled over on my side, hoping I could at least eat some of the soup before it got too cold. When I finally sat up with the bowl and had the spoon raised to my chapped lips, the phone's obnoxious ringing tone echoed through my quiet house.
'It's probably the school.' I thought as I peeled myself off my bed.
I stumbled down the hallway, tripping on the fluffy white carpet, and into the kitchen where the wall phone proudly sat. I shuffled over mumbled a stuffy sounding hello.
"Hey Emerson, its Ferris. I heard your sick today, well so am I!" Ferris squealed on the other end.
I rolled my blue blood shot eyes. "Why are you so excited about that? Shouldn't you be dying on your bed like I was?"
I heard a laugh and then the piano parts of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' being played. Instead of the soft piano notes, I heard a mixture of coughs, sneezes, and other noises the sickly would make.
"You sound like your boyfriend. Come on, I heard there's going to be a Motley Crew concert at the lake tonight, and besides it's Friday…Rooney is probably too tired to notice I'm gone. Oh, and Cameron is coming too."
My eyes shot open. "Ferris, I want to graduate this month, and Cameron didn't say anything about a Motley Crew concert."
"Well, I know how much you want to meet Mick Mars, and I was thinking you would want to go."
"I really do, but I heard the tickets were sold out and I feel like crap."
Just as I said that, Cameron opened the door and glared at the phone. He trudged over, and before he grabbed the phone to scream at Ferris, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. I sighed and put my head on his chest and listened to him chew Ferris out.
"Ferris, you don't even have the…no I…yes Emerson likes Mick Mars…I hope not more than me…You just want to bum a ride off of me…no your not The Walrus…Ugh I…fine…Let her get dressed first….gosh your pushy." I heard him say and then hang up the phone.
I felt him shake his head and then I felt his hands on my back.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly.
I nodded my head 'yes' and pulled my head off of his chest. I couldn't believe I was actually skipping school to go to the lake! Of course it wasn't actually skipping, I was really sick, but I couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Ferris, Cameron, and I had been friends since the third grade when I taught the both of them how to climb the ropes in gym class. We maintained out friendship throughout the elementary school years, grew into crazy teenagers and the three of us were still the best of friends. When freshman year rolled around, Cameron and I took our friendship status to the next level when I happily agreed to be his girlfriend, and we stayed smitten ever since.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to." he whispered as we walked to my bedroom.
I shook my head 'no' as we climbed into bed together and just sat there watching 'Who's the Boss?'
"No, Cam, I really want to go. You know how badly I've wanted those tickets, but they are insanely hard to get. I'll go dying or not." I said with a smile spread across my burning cheeks.
I could tell Cameron was about to protest, but he held his tongue when I practically tackled him with one of my killer hugs.
"Please, Cam. I know how much you like the Crew too!" I heard a loud chuckle as I continued to squeeze him to death.
"Fine, fine! But go get dressed! You look like the mailbox after my mom hit it with her Station Wagon."
I laughed too, because I knew how bad Mrs. Frye was at driving; I must have looked pretty bad then.
"Gee, Cam, is that what you think of me?" I teased.
"No, you're gorgeous! Even when you're sick you look like Molly Ringwald!"
I blushed, and you could tell it wasn't my fever. "Aww thanks."
After that I tumbled out of bed and walked over to my closet. I picked out skinny jeans with a few frayed holes in them, and an old, vintage Beatles t-shirt. I grabbed my black converse and took a teaspoon of cough medicine.
"You sure you want to go?"
I giggled and said yes for what seemed like the hundredth time. He probably didn't want go to the concert.
"Ferris is going to wonder where you are with his ride. You don't want Rooney to catch him waiting outside, do you?" I asked.
"Serves him right. He skipped school nine times, and I think it's time he got caught. Even if I was to skip, I'd be caught in a heartbeat." Cam snorted.
I shook my head in amusement. The two were practically brothers, and they both wanted the worst for each other. I couldn't stand it at times, you know that whole ripping on my boyfriend thing, but in the end, they were always friends. Last time I checked up on their friendship, Ferris wanted nothing to do with Cameron, and Cam couldn't have cared less if Ferris fell in a hole. That was yesterday.
I carefully moved and walked across the hall to the bathroom where I quickly changed and got ready for the morning. The whole time, I was singing a Wayne Newton song and I could practically hear the rest of the song being sung for me outside. I looked out my window, and saw Ferris standing out there singing with me. He looked pretty upset.
"Where's Cam? Rooney came looking for me again." He asked.
I swear he was a creep. Not Ferris, but Mr. Rooney. I must have caught him outside my house at least four times, looking for a sign that I skipped school that day. Well, my mom finally freaked when I told her that there was a "prowler" outside. She let Tiberius out and Mr. Rooney was sent to the hospital for stitches.
"He's inside. Grace and Mr. Rooney know where I live, so you might as well come in before they find you."
And with that, Ferris moved as fast as he could just to get in my house. The last time I saw him move that fast was when my dad thought Ferris bent his favorite golf clubs with a pair of roller skates and a lighter. How my dad got that in his head, I'll never know. Ferris walked in and sat on the couch with Cam. When I walked out of the bathroom, looking ten times better than I did before, Ferris was looking at a picture of my dad and myself.
"You know, your dad is a dead ringer for Alice Cooper." he said.
I looked at the picture and completely agreed. My dad, or Mr. Montay as the boys call him, had the long black hair and the same facial features as the singer. When I was seven, my dad and I would go to the local super market and watch all the kids do double takes at him. He even wore leather pants which my mom, on occasion, would have to squeeze him into.
Cameron took the picture and stared at it for a while. "He's right. Stupid, but right."
I rolled my eyes. I just wanted to get out of here before Rooney saw us all gathering around a picture of my father. To my luck, my Alice Cooper looking dad scared the crap out of the middle aged man.
They both got up and sauntered over to the front to with me following at their heels. The warm June air felt so nice on my clammy skin and I just wanted to stay outside forever.
"Hey uh, Cam. Are we going to drive…this?" Ferris asked while pointing at Cameron's car.
"It's not that bad. Maybe my dad took out the radio, but it still gets us where we need to be."
"Fine, just drive us to your house." Ferris insisted.
Cameron, I could tell, didn't want to argue so he unlocked the doors and let us pile in before him. Ferris sat in the front and I lounged in the back seat. The old car backed out of my drive way, and made its way through the neighborhood. It took at least ten minutes to get to Cam's house, and when we made it there, Ferris made a beeline to the garage.
"What are you doing?" I asked when I made it next to him.
He smiled a mischievous smile and then opened the double doors. Cameron came running over and practically fainted when Ferris touched the hood of the Ferrari. The fire truck red paint was no contaminated with Ferris's fingerprints. To Mr. Frye, the Ferrari was sacred and was not to be touched. Mrs. Frye and I weren't even aloud to touch it!
"Ferris, I don't think that's a good idea." Cameron said.
Ferris made some weird noises and then hopped into the front seat. Cam and I tried to get him out without touching the doors or the leather seats.
"My dad knows how many miles are on this thing! I'll be killed if he finds out!"
I moved around Cam and pulled at Ferris's leather jacket. He wouldn't budge and I knew that we would have no choice but to join him.
"This could be the adventure of the season, Cam! We have to do this, we'll be careful and by the time we get this baby back in the garage, your old man won't know that it was ever used!"
"Yeah, but what if the miles do change? What are we going to do then?"
"We'll drive home backwards."
Even though I really wanted to drive in that amazing car, I knew Cameron wouldn't have given in. And to my surprise, he did and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in the passenger seat with the wind in my hair. Cam sat in the back on the folded back roof and watched all the cars pass around him. All I could think about was how nice it was outside, and how lovely this car was, and how Mr. Rooney was probably romping around Ferris's house while Jeanine gave Grace a hard time.
Alright, sorry about the fluffiness between Cameron and his girlfriend. I try to be less….fluffy I guess. So, tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!