cameron

pardon my french, but you're an asshole

[camercnfryc-blog]

sloanepcterson:

He knew when Cameron was fine and he wasn’t fine, and seeing the poor boy with a huge bruise over his eye, courtesy of his father no doubt, definitely didn’t seem fine to him. It wasn’t Ferris’s intention for everything to go to hell when it came to the car. Taking Cameron’s father’s car out for the day, getting Cameron out of bed, it was all to make the boylive a little, to actually have one crazy, amazing experience before college and all the stresses that came along with it. He didn’t expect for the car to get fucked and for Cameron’s face to look like that when he walked into school that morning.  

“So Morris finally lost it,” he muttered, hands falling to his sides with a frown just as Sloane appeared right next to him. He watched in silence as she observed the bruise, noting how Ferris looked off then backed away from the touch. Ferris knew the guy wasn’t used to a girl’s touch but the brief act made his lips twitch upward for just a moment, before he was sobering up again. In the meantime he allowed his arm to sling over Sloane’s shoulders like it always did when they were side-by-side, but his full attention remained on Cameron as he brought up hanging out.

“Yeah, I’m free tonight. I’ll make sure Sloane is, too.” He glanced over at the girl with a small grin, though he couldn’t help but regain a touch of seriousness as he returned his gaze to Cameron. “Want me to talk to your dad? I can tell him it’s my fault we took the car. I basically forced you to do it.” After all the measures he had taken to get away with their day off he wasn’t keen on coming clean, but it was worth blowing the whole thing if it meant Cameron was safe.

✿ — neither ferris nor sloane believed cameron was fine. even without the injury, he remained in a constant state of turmoil. always guilty, always worried. sloane could get worried too, yet she knew it would all turn out okay. it’s okay. her heart ached at his response, not wanting to believe it but knowing it was true. every effort to get him out of the trance wasted. she remembered staring into those wide blue eyes. repeating his name over and over, touching his face so softly like she did now. if there was one thing sloane begged of cameron, it was to consider her his friend. if he ever needed help, or just to open his heart to someone, not now, but when his mind was clear. she wanted him to think of her. in spite of all the mischief and antics, sloane possessed a kind soul.

she leaned into her boyfriend’s touch, perfectly snug in his arm. “of course i’m free.” she said, grinning. at the next statement, she couldn’t help faltering. teeth dug into her sparkle glossed lip. now she understood that guilt and maybe ferris understood it too. if necessary the girl would step in and share the blame. she hadn’t exactly stopped ferris from taking the car, nor stopped cameron from throwing a fit. playing the bystander proved just as worse as playing the perpetrator. the feeling weighed heavy in her ribs, sinking down and anchoring itself in the pit of her stomach.

because of this sloane desperately wanted to lighten the mood. “we can use my netflix for cheesy movies.” she chimed in, hoping to bring a smile to the boys’ faces. “i’ll bring over snacks too. does that sound good, cam ?” ferris would participate in anything. on the other hand, cameron may act more picky, especially after that horrible punishment.

Cameron moved to close his locker before he’s hearing Ferris offer to talk to his father. Which is one of the worse ideas he’s heard from Ferris since he’s known him. 

“No, I don’t want you to talk to my dad. You didn’t force me to do anything. If I truly didn’t want you taking the car than I would’ve stopped you. Like I said before, it is possible to say no to Mr. Ferris Beuller. No matter how impossible you think it is. Honestly, I think it’s better if we just let it go. Maybe my father will forget soon too.” Cameron had to chuckle at that. As if his father was really going to forget what used to be his pride and joy anytime soon. 

He moved his hand to scratch at the back of his head as he thought for a moment, though he was quickly being interrupted by Sloane's voice. “Netflix. Snacks. Yeah. I’m fine with all of that. Nothing too awful though. Or sappy, or sad. We’ll just decide on it when we get there. I’ll see you both tonight then. At mine. Six on the dot.” He smiled at the two before he's pulling his bookbag straps onto both of his shoulders as the first bell rang. 

[ferrisbvellers]

ferris & cameron

Ferris didn’t pay much attention to the bodies that ran back in forth, basketballs in hand. Truth be told he didn’t mind basketball all that much but, well, he was still considered ‘sick’ enough to skip a day of physical labor. A note to his gym teacher was all that he had needed for him to sit off on the gym bleaches while everyone else suffered, but it wasn’t so bad at all when he had his best friend right next to him. Apparently the black eye was good enough to get Cameron to sit out along with him – at least, that’s what he had told their gym teacher, citing privately how unwell Cameron was feeling and how he shouldn’t aggravate his eye any further (unbeknownst to his best friend). Whatever the case it all worked out in the end as his elbow leaned against the bleacher behind him, body twisted so that he could face Cameron a little better. “The car was a hiccup,” he began, knowing that the incident must have still bugged the boy, “but you’ve gotta admit that yesterday was the best day you’ve ever had.”

[camercnfryc-blog]

Cameron knew Ferris had gotten him out of gym class. Their gym teacher wouldn’t be so nice to him if it hadn’t been for Ferris. Either way, Cameron wouldn’t complain about it. It’s not like he likes gym anyway. 

“I think it would be better if we just got over the car. It’s happened and-” he shrugged before he’s smiling a bit at his best friend’s comment. “Sure. Yesterday was good. We had fun.” The car did still bother him if he was being completely honest. It would most likely bother him forever because that’s just the type of person that Cameron was. It was the type of person his father was. His father would never get over the car. But even after all that, yesterday, in a way, was all worth it. It was his just him and two of his most favorite people on earth having a day to themselves. Nothing could’ve ruined that... Until the car of course. 

Cameron moved his hand up to gently touch at the area surrounding his eye before he’s immediately flinching away. “For some reason, I  hadn’t imagined a black eye to hurt as bad as this.” 

[camercnfryc-blog]

sloanepcterson:

✿ — how could anything seem mundane after yesterday ? ferris took her and cameron on an whirlwind adventure to the city. she went to sleep that night with hearts and stars buzzing over her head. she meant it when she said she loved him. now sloane floated through the halls, still reeling. all her girlfriends asked her about ferris. despite blushing like mad, sloane kept her lips sealed. she’d give vague hints but nothing more. she even debated posting the photos in social media. there proved something fun in staying secretive, so only ferris and cameron would know. just the three of them. 

the nurse asked about her grandmother. sloane offered some fake tears and a story about the funeral. she covered her ass by saying it was for family only. all her teachers offered their sympathies as well. principal rooney apologized profusely about insulting her father. she dismissed it almost too casually, leaving him to worry even more. the fantastic power of a lie seemed endless, always weaving itself into a bigger lie, and then what appeared as a full blown truth. sloane always made sure to keep up the act. 

after history class, sloane jogged over to her two best friends. she couldn’t wait to talk about their day off. her vibrant smile faded upon seeing their upset expressions. “is everything alright ?” the girl stepped in front of ferris and covered her mouth. one of his eyes had grown swollen, black and blue tainting pale skin. sloane tousled his hair back to get a better look, a pout forming onto her cherry glossed lips. “aw, cameron – who did this to you ?”

“Ferris. It’s fine, really-” He began to say before he’s feeling the other boy grab his face. His jaw clenched slightly as he let Ferris look at the bruise but that only lasted for a moment. “You know what happened.” He mumbled as he took a step back. Ferris, on the other hand, looked fine. He never had to deal with the consequences of his actions. This was just so fucking typical of him. 

For just a second he thought he had Ferris off his back before he’s hearing Sloane. He didn’t immediately pull back when he felt Sloane push his hair away as she examined his eye. He cleared his throat and gave her a small shrug to answer her question. “My dad.” He mumbled, his eyes wandering away from hers for a moment before he’s stepping back again. “It’s fine. Honestly, I think it could have gone much worse. All I got was a black eye and I’m pretty sure he took my keys before he left, but it’s fine. Just hate biking to school...” Cameron sighed as he played with the zipper of his hoodie, though frowned when he looked up to see their eyes on him. Staring at him like that. He hated it.

 “I’m fine. I promise. I’m pretty sure neither of my parents are going to make an appearance tonight though. Maybe we can all hang out.” 

[camercnfryc-blog]

Cameron wasn’t sure where the boost of confidence came from. Maybe it was because of years of neglect from his father, and his mother who would always look the other way. Maybe he was just tired. Either way, he found it that afternoon, staring down at his father’s red Ferrari. His fucking pride and joy. He didn’t really expect just a “chat” with his father. He’s learned long ago that there was never just chatting with him. He knew exactly what was coming and had accepted it the second he saw the car fall out of that window. It wasn’t pretty when his father came back. For a split second, he really did think they could just talk it out until fists were suddenly being thrown. 

It’s kinda hard to ignore a 6′0″ giant walking down the hallways with a black and blue face. He understood that by all the looks he got as he made his way towards his locker. Especially since it was him of all people who was coming in with a bruised eye, but he did his best to hold his head high and not let them bother him. Things were different now. At least he wanted things to be different now. But they weren’t. His father had left the house right after kicking his ass and his mother still wasn’t back. Not that she’d help at all. 

Without knowing it, Cameron was hiding his face in his locker. Nothing had changed. He dumped a few books that he didn’t need into his locker and took a few books that he did. Cameron just wanted to hurry to class before it was too late. Before he could run into Ferris or Sloane, though he knew he couldn’t avoid them from long. Maybe he could explain it in a text before they actually saw each other, just so it wasn’t some big surprise. But he was never that lucky and he didn’t think he’ll start now. 

[llwll]

I think I see my dad

[whatever-isthe90s]

“ I realized it was ridiculous being afraid, worrying about everything, wishing I was dead. All that shit. I’m tired of it.” 

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)