p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"span style="font-family: 'Liberation Serif', serif;"span style="font-size: 11pt;"strongSome Kind of Wonderful/strongbr /Rating: Mature: for language and contentbr /Characters/Pairings: Cameron/Sloane; mentions of Ferris/Sloanebr /span/spanDisclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. If I did, this wouldn't be emfan/em /Description: Sequel to Make Me Better. Sloane and Cameron are ready to take the next step in their /Notes: I haven't written a piece of fan fiction in over four years. I'm rusty, so be kind...or I'll turn you into a plot bunny. :)/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"br /Chapter One:/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He couldn't wait to see her. His girlfriend. God, he still had trouble wrapping his head around that fact. But she was his girlfriend. And she loved him. He was a lucky man./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Sitting in his seat, waiting for his psychology class to end, Cameron Frye felt like the luckiest man in the world. Ten minutes, and he'd be done with his first semester of college as a freshman at Northwestern University. In ten minutes, he'd rush out to his car and drive home to Chicago and see Sloane. God, he missed her. Talking to her every day, sometimes twice a day depending on their schedules, just wasn't the same as seeing her. Six months they've been together and he still had trouble believing she chose him./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"A momentary pang of guilt and insecurity rang inside of him and almost took his breath away. He wasn't the same person he was six months ago. Therapy and time away at school helped him to start overcoming his painful and abusive childhood. Here on campus, he wasn't Ferris Bueller's best friend. The guy who stole Ferris Bueller's girlfriend. Or worse, the kid who'd been abused all of his life. Here, he was just Cameron. It was the same way with Sloane. With her, he was Cam. Cameron if she was mad with him. She never judged him. Never made him feel less than as his father had all his life. She never compared him to Ferris./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Truthfully, he did that enough for both of them. He couldn't help it. Having been the sidekick of the infamous Ferris almost his whole life, Cameron found it hard to break free of the role. Sloane, nor anyone else, could ever judge him as harshly as he judged himself. emIt's a process/em, his shrink told him, embreaking old patterns/em. Maybe one day, he'd be free of them./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""span style="font-family: 'Liberation Serif', serif;"span style="font-size: 11pt;"Have a nice break and see you all next semester for Psych 102, hopefully," his professor – arguably his favorite- said and he hopped up feeling just as hopeful as he had a minute ago./span/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Making a mad dash down the hall to the parking garage to find his car and head out, he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. Checking the time as he pulled off campus, he realized he'd be able to make it in time to pick up Sloane from /br /- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -br /br /Yes, I know, short chapter. I told you I was rusty. Walking a tight-rope without a net here, people. :)/p