A Hearts Day Off

Part 9

The boys and myself all left for Cameron's place, more specifically his garage. It was a request from Ferris, didn't have a clue as to what he wanted but I guess that's what I get for not listening or paying attention to what was being said.

When we came to a stop I look around at the trees that bring back memories of our childhood. From building forts with the branches on the ground to creating fires that we danced around like the people we saw on tv, and not mention how many times we got lost when looking for buried treasure... I'll never forget anything that Cameron and I did together.

I keep having mixed emotions about Cameron. I really like him, but I also believe we are just better as friends. I have no clue... but I won't have one unless I say something.

Ferris got out of the car and walked over to the door. Cameron and I got out simultaneously. He begins to follow behind Ferris while I stay by the car with my head down. I hear footsteps walking towards me and look up to see Cameron.

"Hey," He says getting close to me. I smile in an attempt to ignore the fact my heart is going about a million miles an hour. "You remember coming out here and playing in the trees?" I chuckle at the memories.

"Of course," I says with a grin but looking back at the ground. I feel a hand on my left cheek. I know exactly who's hand it is and my heart can't help but go a million miles an hour. I look up to see him grinning at me.

"HURRY UP!" We hear Ferris call from the garage. We both look in his direction and then back at each other.

"Better get underway," I say walking past Cameron towards the garage.

Cameron opened the garage and we got a warm greeting with a beautiful red car. "The 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California" Cameron describes the car. I have heard of the car before... and I got say... as beautiful as it is... I hate it. "Less than 100 were made, my father spent 3 years restoring this car, it is his love, it is his passion" This is why I hate the car. Because his father loves this car more than his own damn son. I hate this car and I hate Mr. Frye.

"It's his fault he didn't lock the garage," Ferris said then jogged over to the car. Cameron and
I looked at each other and got a concerned look on each of our faces. I already know what he is thinking and I hate it. I disagree with it and if this pulls through... it will take me weeks to forgive him.

"Ferris what are you talking to you about?" Cameron and I said at the same time without any question. Our answer is written in bold letters when he starts posing with the car. My stomach goes into knots. This ladies and gentlemen is my brother's form of a good idea.

"Oh Shit," I said putting my head in my hand.

"Ferris my father loves this car more than life itself" okay... that quote is just pure sadness.

"A man with his priorities so far out of whack doesn't deserve such a fine automobile" Ferris had a point there... but his idea was still bad... but still also really good.

"No. No" Cameron said walking up to Ferris... I wonder if he realizes we can't get out of this. "Apparently you don't understand. Ferris, he never drives it... he just rubs it with a diaper" Cameron's voice was cracking. Ferris ran his finger against the paint of the car and made it squeak a little.

"Ferris I'm with Cameron on this one, this is a horrible idea. And your frickin idiot to think that this is a good one" Ferris gave me a dirty look as if he was telling me to shut my trap.

"Hey remember how insane he went when I broke my retainer? Huh?" Cameron said scratching the back of his neck.

"Ugh! Didn't get to see you for a month" That was one of the hardest months of my life. I went through at least 14 tubs of ice cream in that 1 month. Cameron looked at me impressed and Ferris looked at me disturbed.

"You remember?" Cameron asks with a slight grin on his face.

"Cam you were over at our house everyday... I think I would notice if you were gone, and besides the day you got grounded was the day before you were supposed to show me that dead duck" Yeah... we were gruesome. Cameron chuckled a bit.

"Anyways... That was a piece of plastic this is a Ferrari"

"Che Bella!" Ferris said kissing his fingers as if he was a stereotypical Italian. I ran over and tried to grab Ferris' arm before he laid a finger on the car again. "Cameron I'm sorry" no he's not "we can't pick Sloane up in your car, Rooney would never believe Mr. Peterson drives that piece of shit" I honestly didn't think his car was all that bad. I wish Ferris would take other people's opinions into consideration.

"It's not a piece of shit" Cameron argued.

"It is a piece of shit... don't worry about it I don't even have a piece of shit I have to envy yours" Wow!! You know if cars had feelings I think Ferris would have a sniper to his head right about now.

"Oh thanks," Cameron said sarcastically. Ferris opened the Ferrari door and sighed.

"Cameron I'm sorry... there's nothing else we can do" then he went into the car. My brother is an idiot. There are plenty of other options. This is just the one Ferris is choosing to stick with.

"He knows the mileage Ferris" I still don't think that Cameron's words would stop Ferris Bueller.

"He doesn't trust you?" Cameron's dad doesn't trust anyone. He is a self-absorbed piece of shit.

"Never has never will" I seriously hate Cam's Father. He should be able to trust his son. His friends, on the other hand, are another issue. Mr. Frye hates Ferris. Honestly, I would too, he even hates me. All because of one tiny mistake. I knew Ferris wasn't going to give up easy or at all. Even if he has to use his no good brilliant ideas to get out of trouble he will.

"Look, it's really simple, whatever miles we put on, we'll take off," Ferris said.

"How?" Once again Cam and I spoke in unison (honestly we don't question it).

"We'll drive backward" Oh my god. You see those kinds of ideas are what keeps him alive surprisingly, although this one would maybe result in death. Of not only him... all of us.

"HAHA No." Cam smiled and laughed then went stern and serious. Then Ferris started the car. Told ya nothing would stop him. I will admit that hearing the engine rawr did bring me pleasure. But I was still with Cam in the fact that this was a really bad idea. "Ferris! NO! You'll just have to think of something else! I'm putting my foot down!" As Cam spoke Ferris slowly drove away. "How about we rent a nice Cadillac?! My treat!" I would be so into a Cadillac. Honestly, as long as we don't get caught by our parents, the police, or even worse than those 2 things combined... Edward... Rooney. I was happy. "We can call a limo! A nice stretch job and a bar fridge! How bout that?!"

"Cam nothing is going to work!" I yelled at him. Ferris reversed the car and looked at the 2 of us.

"C'mon live a little!" He yelled. Cam and I sighed. Cam said a little pray while I just tried the hold nervous nausea down.