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itssochoice:
❝ —- cameron, wake up and smell the perfume ; she’s TOTALLY in to you. ❞
❝ hah! whatever you say, PAL. if this is another one of your stupid ploys to pick up chicks, count me out. i don't want ANY part of it. not after what happened last time. ❞
❝ cameron, babe, what’s happenin’? ❞ ❝ very little. ❞
iwasateenagetimetraveler:
"Proof? You want proof? I’ve got all the proof right here!" He gestures toward the silver car behind him. "We can go for a ride, see if I’m bad as Ferris then, huh?”
❝ you serious? you're outta your god damn mind if you think i'm hopping in that piece of shit with you in the middle of third block. ❞
upchuckfactor
s n i f f l e …
❝ you know something? i shouldn’t even be here — i wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for that pain in the NECK —— … ❞
he glances around warily in search of any devout Ferris fans. serving DETENTION is enough to exacerbate his anxiety. the last thing he needs is to have to defend himself due to an off-handed remark made at the expense of the ferris bueller, his best and worst friend — and most importantly, the very reason he is here in the first place. he pointedly softens his tone . . .
❝ FERRIS bueller. i mean, he’s psychotic. he’s out of his god damn brain. and i'll tell you somethin' else --- i’m just as much of a RIGHT-BRAINED JACKASS for listenin’ to a word he says. ❞
iwasateenagetimetraveler
❝ 'course i think you're bullshitting me. it's physically impossible to time travel, & you don't have the proof to tell me other- wise. you're almost as bad as ferris. ❞
outatiime
❝ what are you, nuts? leave me outta this! ❞
burkhxrt
❝ ---cameron, cameron frye. i've been in your class since the fifth grade. ❞
MAKING THE JUMP TO LIGHTSPEED !
itssochoice:
❝ —— sigh. ❞
he cares about cameron. really, ferris cares about him a lot, more than he liked to admit. they’ve been through a lot of shit together, and that means something in a friendship.
but fuck, this kid needed to take a chill pill. a huge one, preferably the size of his head that’d hit his system in less than a few seconds, because damn, did he NEED it.
he’s turned his attention momentarily to the great gatsby poster secured above his head on his ceiling, in hopes that the fading black and white print would drown out cameron’s incessant bitching.
not that he blamed him, really. he had every right to be upset with ferris. he promised he’d help this time, really help! unlike all the other times when he’d leave him with the supplies and swap saliva in a nice game of tonsil hockey with sloane. which sounded nice right about now. it beat this by a million.
❝ cameron. i promised i’d help, didn’t i? how many times have i broken a promise? and those times with the cheerleaders don’t count. that wasn’t my fault. ❞
did you hear that? what else could it have been but the jarring sound of cameron's waning patience shattering to smithereens.
❝ god.... DAMMIT!! ❞
digits spring forward, claiming a pillow from the expanse of ferris' bed, furrowing tautly around the plush material as he proceeds to repeatedly clout ferris with the item he has purloined.
❝ get! whack the hell! whack outta! whack bed! whack you! whack ASSHOLE! ❞
conceding defeat, cameron huffs at his bangs, tossing the pillow in the direction from which it was taken.
❝ the hell's the matter with you, anyway? i rip myself open for you on a daily basis. you ask for somethin', i give it to you, no questions asked, like some lost god damn puppy --- i ask for something, i invite myself to put up with this bullshit. unbelievable. ❞
and he pivots on the precarious heel of his foot, ambling in pursuit of his backpack.
❝ well, so much for that --- not anymore, pal. sayonara. see you in the hallway or somethin' one of these days, but that's it. i'm - i'm drawing the line. ❞
...for the third time this week.
itssochoice:
❝ cameron, honey. cameron. sweetie. ❞
a yawn tears through the teenager, as he makes absolutely no move to get out of bed. brown eyes blink the sleep away, and the heels of his hands dig idly into them.
❝ calm your tits, will ya’? a nap isn’t going to FAIL us. hell, you’re cranky enough to need one yourself. i can make room. big spoon or little spoon, pal? ❞
set the stage for mortification --- with the grace of a giraffe, not dissimilar to the kind Cam himself possesses, it usurps the soft, crimson-hued spotlight of his expression. brows weave an inseparable bond, digits raveling toward clammy palms in a meek effort to control the consequential tremors of his culminating rage.
an incredulous huff emits him, profuse blinking accompanying this display. unbelievable --- he's fallen for the same bullshit trickery as before. of course they weren't going to do the god damn project. not collectively, anyway --- if Cam wanted it done, Cam had to do it himself. and if Cam had to do it himself, Cam had to put Ferris' name on it. it's the bro code, or something.
❝ christ, ferris, this is my ass we're talkin' about! you could at least act like you give even a shred of a shit about what my old man's gonna do t'me if you screw this up for me. ❞
good. give it to him, cam. really rip him a new one. he begins to amble from his reposing crony --- but he boomerangs, pursuing the direction from which he came. it apparently wasn't enough for the ungainly, ineloquent mister frye.
❝ you're a piece a'work, ferris. a real piece a'work, you know that? i come over here, i'm ready to go--- ❞
---and he emphatically gestures toward his backpack.
❝ ---a-a-and ! here you are, countin' sheep for god damn sport while i'm sweatin' like a god damn armpit with legs under this shit kind of pressure. i should'a known what i was gettin' into --- i should'a known you were gonna pull your stupid crap! should'a gone with my instinct, because at least i know it puts out as much as i do, you piece
of god. damn. work! ❞
❝ cameron, babe, what’s happenin’? ❞ ❝ very little. ❞
itssochoice:
❝ —- SLEEPING. ❞
so if you would kindly shut the hell up and leave the beauty to his beauty sleep, that’d be FANTASTIC.
❝ quit FOOLIN' around, FERRIS --- we have a SCIENCE project due tomorrow. it's worth THIRTY PERCENT of our grade, and NINETY PERCENT of my ASS, which will likely be LOPPED the hell off and hung on the god damn mantelpiece if i fail this semester. ❞
