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summary: ferris bueller doesn't go to school because he actually doesn't feel good. you skip school to take care of him.
[I don't even know what this is]
I couldn't help but worry about Ferris. Last night he had been dealing with a horrible migraine and he said he didn't think he'd show up to school.
Of course my immediate instinct was to stay home and sit by my phone, waiting to see if he'd call me to help him. My parents wouldn't know that I didn't go to school, they leave for work super early in the morning and get home late.
Turns out whenever Ferris was feeling under the weather he became one of the clingiest people in the world.
My phone rang and I scrambled to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Y/n, can you come over?" Ferris sounded like he was in pain and I frowned.
"I'll be over in ten." I hung up the phone and slipped on my shoes, hurrying out of my room and down the stairs.
I made it outside and got onto my bike, heading in the direction of Ferris' house.
I got there pretty quickly and knocked on the door. It was a few moments until the door swung open to reveal a sleepy looking Ferris. His hair was messy and he was wearing a random t-shirt and boxers.
"Hey, are you alright, Ferris?" I asked, concern laced in my voice as I entered the house. Ferris just trudged over to me, burying his head in the crook of my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Awe, you're dying aren't you?" I teased, a soft smile making it's way onto my face. Ferris sighed, his warm breath hitting my neck.
"Yes." He muttered.
This was gonna be a long day.
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Ferris and I were lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had started to feel better and now we were in a comfortable silence.
Ferris would occasionally pull me close to him or just lightly put his forehead against mine with his eyes closed. He'd kiss my temple, cheek, or the inside of my wrist just so he could make contact with me in any shape or form. It was his way of making sure that I was still there.
He had always been a sweet, charismatic person, but when he didn't feel good he was a completely different person. All he wanted to do was cuddle in silence and be super affectionate.
Not that I'm complaining.
"Remember when you asked me out?" I spoke suddenly, reminiscing. I side glanced and saw Ferris smile to himself.
"Yeah, I made an announcement over the speaker during the morning announcements. You were so embarrassed." He tangled his fingers with mine.
"I might've been embarrassed at the time, but thinking back it's sweet that you did that for me." His thumb rubbed the back of my hand.
"Well I wanted me asking you out to be memorable, you know?"
"It was definitely unique." I giggled. Ferris brought our locked hands up and kissed my hand. I looked into his eyes, staying quiet.
"Well, it was a fun way to ask you out though, right?" He winked playfully and I grinned.
"It was fun. I still can't believe you'd go through all that trouble just to ask me out in a fun way."
"You deserve to have all the fun in the world. Why should a girl like you ever have to suffer from boredom when you have a guy like me around?" He joked and I bit my lip, trying to prevent the huge smile on my face.
My eyes flickered down to his lips and Ferris noticed. He smirked in an overly confident manner.
"Do you have feelings for me?" He asked teasingly and I scoffed. He was acting like we weren't already together and I hadn't confessed my love for him hundreds of times already.
"Feelings of annoyance over how cocky you're acting? Because if that's the question, yes." My gaze stayed on our hands as Ferris absent mindedly played with my fingers.
"Do you love me?" He breathed and I scooted closer to him, looking into his eyes.
"More than anything." I answered. Ferris sighed happily.
He slowly leaned closer to my lips, pausing when they were an inch apart.
"I love you more."
Before I could protest against what he said, his lips connected with mine.
The kiss was slow. He carefully made it so he was hovering above me never breaking away from the kiss.
He didn't kiss me with any force or aggression. He was soft and passionate. That's something I loved about him. He didn't feel the need to be dominant all the time.
I hooked my arms around his neck and he smiled against my lips, causing me to laugh. I had to part from him since we were both laughing a bit now. We ended up just going back to holding hands.
