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Aug 17, 2020

All The Things I Never Told You - A Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Fanfic

a/n: Another OT3 work, this time maybe a bit angstier than the last! It’s Sloane, Ferris, and Cameron’s first afternoon alone at the Bueller residence in months. The busy twenty-four year olds who’ve struggled to find time together as their lives unfold in front of them try to think of what to do for the day when Cameron decides to let them in on what he’s been keeping from them.

Warnings: None Apply

Word Count: 5,009

The afternoon sunshine streaming from the central window of the Bueller kitchen fills the room tenderly, almost reaching the figures close to the counter. They’re alone in the house, which is a rare occurrence at their age. Nowadays, Sloane and Ferris stop by to visit Ferris’s parents—Jeanie’s often over when she hears the two are coming back home; her rivalry with Ferris has, as presumed it would, cooled with time—and Cameron will always find his way here. Now that Ferris’s folks are almost Sloane’s in-laws, if it’s not just the two Buellers, everyone important in Ferris’s life is jam-packed and perpetually bustling about in his childhood home.

Yet today, by some sort of miracle, Ferris, Sloane, and Cameron have the house to themselves. It’s been a few months since they’ve all been together, with Sloane and Ferris having their apartment in the city and Cameron working locally at the library. At eighteen, the prospect of them not seeing one another’s faces daily felt equal parts impossible and forbidden, but at twenty-four it’s unfortunately inevitable. They learn the hard way that friendships exist beyond city lines, through gaps of time, and despite life changes.

That last part makes Cameron’s heart lurch with every returning thought. It’s why when the three are discussing their afternoon plans—slightly tamer than their thrilling days skipping class to go watch a Cubs game sans tickets and hijacking parade floats—throwing around suggestions about going to see a movie, Cameron’s mind is somewhere else completely.

“Cam?” Sloane’s voice, tinged with concern, rings in his ears.

“Yeah, sure, that’s fine.” He mumbles absentmindedly. Cameron’s gaze is away from the both of them, instead transfixed on the absence of subject through the kitchen window.

“Cameron,” Ferris’ brows knit together as he steps away from Sloane. “We were asking what showing works best. I didn’t tell you the times yet.” He closes the distance between them, hoping to bring Cameron back to the present—a rather mundane conversation in the cheerfully yellow kitchen of his best friend’s house. “What’s going on?”

“Gd, I’m sorry.” He sighs and straightens himself up to an audience of furrowed brows. “I know we’re not teenagers anymore, so I can't just leave this up to fate and force myself to believe that if I pretend hard enough that it’ll never happen.” He huffs out a breath and plants his palms behind him on the counter. “Cause it will. I learned better from both of you that I can't take this to the grave.” His gaze flits between the two of them for a moment.

Ferris lets out a nervous laugh. “Jesus, If I didn't know better I’d say that you’re dying, Cameron.” Sloane’s thumb traces over Ferris’s knuckles instinctively for comfort.

“I might as well be.” He chuckles to himself. This is getting dramatic too soon.

“Look, there are a lot of things about to happen real soon.” Cam says, referring to their impending marriage. “For me, too.” Cameron sees Ferris swallow stiffly, and he’s suddenly battling a hummingbird in his chest where his heart used to be. “There’s an opportunity in New York with my name on it in regards to my degree. A psychologist position.”

“New York, Cameron? Seriously? You’d absolutely hate it there. They’d eat you alive!” Ferris’s voice drips with indignation.

“Who? The sewer rats? I’m not going to the city, asshole. And I can take care of myself just fine, you do realize that, right?” He shifts and crosses his arms. “I’ve been doing that for months now, if you cared to notice.”

Sloane turns to Ferris suddenly, her arm dropping from his. “Be happy for Cameron, Ferris. Can you do that?” She straightens her button up shirt exasperatedly, rolling her eyes while looking away from his surprised expression. “So what if Cameron’s moving?! We were this close to moving on. We are this close to moving on! In a month it’s going to be you and I here,” She gestures with her hands, separating them to indicate distance. “and Cameron here. So now it’s here.” She moves her right hand eastward. “Is that so bad? We can’t just expect Cameron not to have a life. We can’t.” She peers deeply into Ferris’s brown eyes. There’s something more to this exchange that Cameron picks up on, but he’s unaware as to what. “We were bound to have to say goodbye to Cameron at some point.”

She leans towards Cameron for a moment. “Not like that, Cam. Not fully.” Her eyes plead into his like she did in Ferris’s moments ago.

Cameron’s a mess now, completely overwhelmed by indecision and physical tension. “So, my future’s laid out for me, so is yours.” Sloane and Ferris have rejoined in the silence, Ferris’s arm is draped over her shoulders and she’s holding onto his wrist. Cameron acknowledges Sloane wordlessly as a thank you.

“So you’ve decided, then.” Ferris still has some defensiveness housed in him, and it’s coming from all angles—the hardness in his voice and expression. Cam understands him all the more for it, equally as guilty of building up a grudge because he’s too attached to this city, to them, and even to the room he stands in to let go without a fight.

“Jesus, Ferris. You don’t realize how hard you’re making this. Not one iota.” Cam’s hands run through his hair briskly. “You decided too. Sloane’s right. And I wish you were happy for me, I really do.” He lets his words sit there. “But I’ve been thinking about what if my future is still right here.” The two stare at him with confusion. This feeling, the buildup of confession, is reminiscent of him at eighteen. Brimming with… love, grief, and electricity. He feels furious, with painful tears aiming to escape, aiming to let go. He concedes, and it takes all the strength he has.

He inhales a shaky breath and forces himself to begin. “We're not teenagers anymore. And I’ve been turning that around in my head ever since we were eighteen and I don’t think I ever fully stopped thinking about that until today. Why do you think I've been so involved in your wedding process? Of course it’s because that’s what I want for the both of you, but it’s also because I’m selfish. I’ve been keeping everything close to me like I own it, but that’s the only way to convince myself that this will all be over. It’s forcing me to let go.”

“I… don’t understand.” Sloane’s voice is a whisper.

“I’ve held this inside longer than I should’ve ever. I hate myself for this more than I’ve ever hated anything. More than I’ve hated my father for controlling me, more than I hated myself for letting him. And because our lives are about to change, I need to let this go because I can’t hang onto it afterwards. It needs to be said before everything changes.” He looks past their faces again, building up the courage. “All this time,” He knows what time comes to mind for them as the beginning. It’s the memories that are his most vibrant. “All this time I’ve been in love with you. The both of you.” His body begs to pull his eyes up to meet them out of guilty curiosity. He’ll have to face them eventually, that’s the whole point of a confession.

Cameron clears his throat, eyes still averted from the reactions of the two people he owes everything to. And maybe he owes them eye contact, and maybe a confession is selfish.

“For better or for worse, you both are the reason I’m telling you this. Well, I mean, obviously. But I mean, you gave me the courage to y’know, breathe. To let myself exist, fully and completely. I’ve never felt seen by anyone else, not like this. And I’m not confused, either. I’m not mixing anything up, I’m not just grateful that someone finally saw me. Finally showed me that what I feel is important, and that I have a place. I’m not mixing that up with love. This long gives a guy some time to figure that out.” In a brief moment of freedom he grins, his eyes lit by the glow of euphoria that comes from spilling secrets, with the signature glint of Cameron’s that they now recognize as a hint of lovesickness.

“I’ve always been in love with you both. This whole time. I know that, and it didn’t take that long to figure out. And it hasn’t gone away. It’s never let up. Not when I tried to pretend, not when I accepted it. Even if you throw me out of your lives completely, or we pretend this never happened and try to live our normal suburban lives with the only occasional gathering, I will burn with the feeling of having loved you.” Hot tears accompany that sentence, a tame response compared to the vastness of what he’s been holding in.

Sloane stops from chewing at her lip in concentration to focus on Cameron, her eyes wide and pooling with surprise. She holds him there, steadily taking in his watery but still brilliant blue eyes. She breaks the moment by beginning to laugh, a sharp involuntary one that’s coupled with tears. She’s nodding her head furiously, an earnest smile brightening her face. “You were in love with the two of us… for six years?” She’s no longer looking at him, instead almost convincing herself in a smaller voice.

“Yeah.” He breathes. Cameron notes Ferris stealing a glance to Sloane, a very intentional one that’s begging for… something. Although neither appear angry, he can’t convince his stomach from tying itself in knots.

“Cameron, we…” Ferris begins, but allows Sloane to separate from their entanglement of arms.

Sloane’s instinct is to wrap her arms around Cameron, simply to let him relax against her body. She thinks the better of it solely to continue Ferris’s intentions. So she traces him as she comes to the center of the room, barely containing her tears.

“I’m so sorry, Cameron. We’re so sorry.” She fights back a sob and all of them fight the all-consuming urge to immediately comfort her with physical contact. “Because we let you feel this way, this whole time. We never thought through the implications of…” She swallows, and Ferris’s eyes sting. “Of not telling you. We talked about this. About you.”

Now it’s his turn to be surprised. Cameron blinks, his heart stirring. He glances at Ferris, who nods with conviction.

“It was first just one conversation. Ferris told me. He was so afraid, so utterly terrified about how I’d react. But suddenly one turned into another and then another, and then I was so willing to—so ready to tell you everything. Because we realized that we were,” Sloane’s eyes flicker up to Cam’s, unwavering. “in love with you. And yet, somehow we managed to get engaged throughout all of this. I don't know how it all happened and I’m not about to make excuses. But you are one million times braver than either of us, Cameron. You got that from yourself. We are better people because of you.”

“It’s impossible not to love you.” Ferris chimes in, placing a hand on Sloane’s shoulder as he moves closer towards the two of them. “So please, forgive the both of us. It’s obvious that we hurt you, so much more than we ever wanted.” His voice falters. “Please.” There’s an urgency there, a desperate plead that extends from every part of Ferris. He’s burning too.

Cameron looks at the two of them, completely open. Full to the brim with transparency and hope. The two people that he kept the most important detail from for years, now expressing that same yearning for him. The complete loves of his life, who had given him everything and more. Who gave him permission for him to love, for the first time in his life, and for him to receive it too. He can’t hold it inside for a moment longer.

“Yes.” The word comes out as a sigh, a true release of a continual ache that he’d built up all these years.

“Yeah?” Ferris asks, brightening with the prospect of confirmation. He and Sloane are hanging on his every word.

“Yeah.” Cameron’s beaming, eyes gleaming now with joyous tears. He’s delicately holding their hands now, enamored by the sensation. They’re his, and he is equally theirs. Sloane decides to finally penetrate the small amount of distance they have between them, fiercely wrapping her arms around Cameron’s neck. He’s taken aback, but only with delight. Ferris joins her, embracing the two of them. Cameron breathes them in, cherishing an act so small yet equally so bold. He could stand here for eternity, simply taking in the small universe that is the three of them. “I love you. I love you both.” He mumbles into Sloane’s shoulder, then lifting his head to look into their eyes once more. “Sloane Peterson, Ferris Bueller, I am so in love with you.”

Their eyes are shining back at him, Ferris breaking his contact on the both of them to look at Cam squarely. “I love you, Cameron.” He’s grinning, and sweetly kisses Cameron for the first time. Cameron eases to Ferris' touch immediately, and he can’t help himself from smiling into it. Ferris cups Cam’s jaw softly, kissing him earnestly while Cam breathes into the loveliest feeling. The kiss is a complete buildup of what could’ve been, what was, and is, now luckily the physical equivalent of the ‘I love you’s they shared moments ago.

Once they part and Cam has just enough time to draw in a breath, Sloane is on her tiptoes, patiently waiting for the opportunity to follow Ferris’ actions. Cam flashes a smile for a quick second and at once she’s against his skin, pressing relief and passion into him. He’s delightedly breathless, and as her hands travel in his hair he knows that this is like coming home. This—the three them endlessly one another’s—will always make sense.

So when Jeanie comes through the front door, Sloane being inches away from Cam with her fingers interlocked with his and Ferris’s, they barely have time to register her presence.

“Ferris…! Sloane? Cameron?” She’s absentmindedly making her way into the kitchen while the three of them are still in a haze of lovesickness, caught in her tracks once she recognizes this transference of affection. Ferris breaks from them swiftly, immediately panicked.

“Jeanie, I swear—” Ferris bets that his heart has never beat this fast in his entire life. He takes in a breath. “Just—Let me explain.”

Jeanie’s eyes, incredibly sturdy and calm, challenge him. “You don’t need to. I understand.” She looks at all of them with a warm, soft smile.

Jeanie turns towards Sloane, whose eyes are locked on her. Sloane separates from Cameron, but only a few inches. “Are you still getting married?” Jeanie can’t help but peek at Cameron, who was lingering on Sloane’s lips moments ago.

“I don’t know.” But she’s giggling, eyes lit up as she looks at each of her lovers momentarily.

“Well, I’ve got your back either way, sis.” Jeanie responds fondly. Even if they aren’t actually sister-in-laws yet, it feels that way. She can’t help but notice how happy Sloane seems, and how much Ferris was set on telling her the truth. She knows that he’d protect this. Sloane lets out a sigh of relief.

“Ferris, we will be talking later. But…” Jeanie’s grinning. “This,” She moves her finger to acknowledge the three of them. “makes sense.” Cameron can’t help but let out a laugh while Ferris gasps. She winks as she turns to head upstairs.

“Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen.” She’s singing happily as she makes her way up to her room, teasing them with the words of Ferris’ favorite love song at eighteen.

The three exchange looks of bewilderment, but relief soon graces them. They’re leaning into one another again, and Ferris rolls his eyes playfully.

Sloane looks into Cam’s eyes lovingly, giving him a chaste kiss. “I love you too.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead on hers. Ferris leans his head on Cameron’s shoulder and they stay like this for a while, just breathing. For once in his life Cam feels like he can take a deep breath in, fill the space in his lungs and exhale fully.

But Cameron breaches this contact suddenly, though not forcefully, finding himself back in his own space again. “Did you… mean what you said about not getting married?” Ferris’s eyes widen in response.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. Got too ahead of myself. It’s only been like an hour since…” Cameron fumbles for the right word. “Us.”

“No, you have every right to ask.” Sloane answers him, scanning Ferris briefly. “We were dead set on basically not having you in our lives anyway. I mean, changing everything without a care about how you felt. You’re allowed to want us equally committed to you. We pretty much deserve it after basically sealing the end, that we were moving on to our life together without so much as a ‘Hey, Cameron, how are you?’ For just friendships, sure, maybe you don’t need to plan it out as much, but we all knew we were different than most friendships, even then. We always have been. It was wrong to assume that you’d just be fine with it. You were going to move, but I know that you were never gonna leave just like that. Something tells me that you never really planned on it, you were looking for a reason to stay or having no choice but to go.” She sees Cameron swallow with tension as she reads his mind perfectly.

“Everyone’s expecting a wedding, though.” He replies. “Yeah, it hurt me, but I guess I could’ve said something. I was there, I had chances. I don't need this. You’ve been in love just as long as I have, you can take that. I won’t be mad, honest. I just wanted to know. Because I want you happy, and if that makes you happy, that’s okay.” He sinks his gaze into hers, hoping that he can convince her.

“But you deserve to be happy too, Cameron. We can’t dictate your life for you, and that includes flashing rings in front of you that symbolize us without you. We made up your mind for you, that you had to be okay with it, and that’s not right.” Sloane tries to gracefully conceal her engagement ring behind her back.

“Gd, Sloane, don’t put the ring away. It’s alright.” Cam pleads, reaching towards her left arm.

“Would you both quit it, please?” Ferris interrupts jarringly, his intensity quickly morphing to concern. “What do you want?” He asks Cameron. “Really. What do you want?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t.” His palms slap his sides in resignation. Moments pass in reflective silence. “Y'know what? Get married. If you want to, of course. All I want… is that you’re mine. That I’m yours. Promise me that it’s the three of us. Always. Besides, you planned on having it. And I helped you. As long as I’m still in the picture after the ceremony, that’s all I ask. Because once you let me love you I will not stop.” He’s promised to take them back, and it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done, he just wants the promise that they’ll keep him.

“Hey, you’re not my best man for nothing.” Ferris beams. “You will be just as much a part of this wedding as you can be without raising suspicion. Basically, as long as we aren’t the ones getting married, or Sloane doesn’t suddenly decide she’d rather marry you mid-vows, we’re all good.”

Sloane scoffs jokingly. “Hey, don’t do that to him! I’d be perfectly happy seeing the two of you married, and I’d certainly love to marry you and Cam if it were possible.”

“So… it’s settled, then?” Cameron asks. A lot has happened in the past hour, and his head is still slightly spinning. Just to make sure that this isn’t all a dream, or at least that they’re all on the same page.

“I think so. You love us, we love you. You’re not moving—we’ve got to get you a job, then—we’re still getting married, Jeanie is a very good sister-in-law, and of course, we’ll still love you.” Sloane puts her hands on her face momentarily, eyes fixed in strained concentration. “I cannot believe we went through all that just today.”

“I’m sorry.” Cam chuckles. “I brought it up.”

“Something tells me we were bound to talk about all this eventually. Luckily, it was before it was too late.” Ferris responds.

“Don’t even bring up that thought.” Cam is joking, but the sentiment is still there. Even in such a short period of time, for him it’s agony to contemplate what was before this.

So they don’t. Not at first, anyway. Instead, they relish in their present, a wonderful thing. Everything’s just a bit clearer, brighter, like a breath of fresh air or a blue sky.

A month later is Ferris and Sloane’s wedding day. An open, spring day with no closed doors. Jeanie is attentively helping Sloane get ready while Ferris’ parents lovingly dote on him, not really helping him in the getting ready process, however. The Bueller house is instinctively the place of refuge and hub for all those in the wedding party, each room brimming with, if not people, then scattered pieces of clothing, food, early wedding gifts, and more. It feels funny for Ferris to be in his childhood bedroom on the day of his wedding, handsomely clad in a well-tailored suit, but everything has a way of going back to the beginning.

Jeanie finishes thoughtfully pinning Sloane’s hair and steps back with a flourish, very much content with how wonderful and herself Sloane looks. Her hair is gorgeously pulled away from her face, curls falling down her back. A few loose strands frame her face delicately, which wears a soft expression. “You look absolutely wonderful.” Jeanie squeezes her hand affectionately.

“That’s on you, Jeanie.” She responds, tentatively glancing in the mirror of Jeanie’s bedroom. She gasps gently, instantly pleased. “It’s… perfect.”

“Well, I’m glad.” They sit there for a moment, taking in the picture of Sloane as a lovely bride and Jeanie as her maid of honor. Like most things, they make sense. “Go get ‘em.” Jeanie says, after a pause, quietly interrupting their sentimentality. She smiles at Sloane fondly again, squeezing her shoulder now as she parts to leave the room. She’s left in untroubled contemplation, calmly thumbing the fabric of her dress while studying her reflection. She’s nearly completely relaxed, an easy smile gracing her features. A quiet knock on the door disrupts her peaceful actions, but when she sees who’s in the doorway her face immediately brightens.

“Babe!” Sloane lets out happily. Cameron is soon in front of her, gleefully picking her up and spinning her around in an embrace. “Cam! Oh, I don't know if you should see me like this.” She blushes, looking down in awe of her appearance.

“Relax. There’s nothing against the best man seeing the bride before she’s married.” He kisses her belovedly, fingertips just grazing her jaw so as not to mess up her makeup. She smiles into it and returns the favor.

“Goodness, you look so handsome.” Cam parts from her to take in her words. He’s outfitted in a three piece suit, complete with a tie that perfectly matches the coral color of Jeanie’s bridesmaid dress. She holds his face warmly while attempting to fix a strand of his light brown hair that’s out of place. She can’t get it to where she wants it and Cameron stops her by holding onto her forearms.

“Don’t fuss over me, babe. Besides, look at you!” He gestures towards her, arms wide. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” She twirls sheepishly, letting him admire her hair and dress. “If Ferris isn’t completely in love with you already, he absolutely will be when he sees you.” She melts into him, enamored by that concept. She can tell from the glow in his eyes it’s the truth.

“How are you? Are you upset?” She asks Cameron suddenly.

“Considering I just kissed the bride on her wedding day and I’m about to do the same to the groom pretty soon, I’d say I’m doing pretty good for myself.” He laughs. Sloane rolls her eyes playfully. “Why should I be? I get to see the loves of my life at their most attractive doing something that makes them happy. I’m perfectly happy.”

“What about you? Are you ready?” He peers into her eyes again.

“I’m perfectly happy.” She sighs, leaning against him for a moment. “Could you tell Fer that I miss him? I obviously haven’t seen him all day. It’s weird, it’s like missing a part of myself.”

“I’ll give him an extra kiss for you, promise.”

“Thank you, honey.” She gives him a kiss on the cheek as he turns to leave. “I love you!” Sloane calls while Cam’s still in the doorway.

“I love you, too!” He disappears into the hall as Sloane catches a glimpse of his smile.

Ferris’s parents have finally let him alone after he’s all cleaned up, leaving him alone in his room. He’s fidgeting with his tie, trying to make every detail perfect, when Cam’s voice fills his ears as it travels from the doorway. “I have a request from the bride.” Ferris turns around to find him there with delight.

“Really?” His eyes light up at the mention of Sloane. “What is it?”

Cameron chuckles, tugging gently on Ferris’s suit jacket to pull him close. He kisses Ferris charmingly, breaking from his lips to crack a smile. “Oh shit, that one was mine. Better try again.” He feels Ferris huff out a snort and it tickles his skin. They kiss for a few moments more.

“Your bride misses you dearly.” Cameron delivers. “I’m starting to think that I’m the luckiest one of us after all. Cause I get to see the both of you. So I’m sorry, honey, but there’s no way you can even come close to how beautiful Sloane looks. Just a warning.”

Ferris pouts jokingly. “I do not, even for a second, doubt you. But seriously, how do I look?” He preens himself, but there’s a clear want for Cameron’s approval.

“I would be the happiest person ever if you were my groom. You look absolutely handsome, I promise.” Ferris breathes a sigh of relief and presses a kiss into Cam’s temple absentmindedly.

“Y’know, I’m really happy.” Ferris glances away from Cam for a moment, reflecting.

“I should hope so!” Cameron laughs.

“No, I mean it. At how it all worked out. That you’re not leaving, and how we are now. Sure, it’s still like we planned in some ways, but better in others. Jeez, imagine telling me this a month ago before everything happened. I wouldn’t believe it.”

“Tell me about it.” Cameron jokes.

“I’m sorry, baby. But at least it worked out. I mean, we have this. I couldn’t live any other way.”

“I love you.” Cameron responds, taking in Ferris for a few seconds more before he goes.

“I love you, too.” Ferris kisses Cam’s hand as he turns to leave.

“Now go out there and marry the girl of your dreams.” Cameron says in the hall, lingering.

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” It’s clear from his voice alone how big Ferris’ smile is.

When the wedding begins, it's clear that not just Cameron is experiencing unabashed joy at witnessing Sloane and Ferris getting married. As he watches the two of them fondly he feels no sense of shame, only similarly enthralled with every aspect of beauty the day provides. Down to every last detail, how gorgeous flowers and pale colors adorn every corner of the church they are married in, and how absolutely glowing the two appear while sharing their love.

Nothing can spoil this, because they steal glances at him nearly every chance they get, Jeanie’s pulled some strings to always get him closer to them than he might be otherwise, and they look so happy. Cameron is completely lucky, and is so thankful that he could witness this like they’d planned. Even during the moonlit, dreamy evening when Cameron delivers his best man speech which feels only platonic enough to please the fact that Sloane’s and Ferris’s parents are present, no one seems to mind. The guests are all in their own separate worlds—pondering the future of the happy couple or reminiscing on past loves they remind them of, letting enough in to enjoy the bride and groom—Cam’s just lucky to be in the one of his two partners. Why should there be a reason to feel shame, anyway? Feelings aren’t illegal, and if there is any place to bask in adoration, it should be for a beautiful, lovely couple. One that just happens to make his heart do somersaults and that he wouldn’t trade for anything.

So when Ferris’s parents notice the shining, stunningly golden band on Cameron’s ring finger that they don't remember seeing before, they ask a question. Politely and excitedly, Ferris’s mother prods. “Oh, Cameron! Are you engaged?” She eyes the ring again. While it isn’t really customary for a man to receive an engagement ring, she knows that he isn’t married. Cameron doesn’t fight the warm, enveloping smile that spreads across his face. He catches the eyes of Ferris and Sloane, who are promptly sat with their wedding cake as halos of shimmering moonlight crown their hair, practically colored blue under a fully dark sky. They wave at him giddily, and he melts as his eyes glimmer brightly enough to rival the stars. He turns back to face Ferris’s parents. He borrows a line from Ferris’s book, his heart swelling with pride. “Something like that.”

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