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"You feeling any better, Cameron?" Cameron didn't move. What kind of stupid question was that, anyway? Of course he wasn't feeling any better. If he was feeling any better, he wouldn't be sitting, mentally and physically paralyzed, in a beach chair set on a diving board. Cameron heard Salone trying to coax him into the Jacuzzi, but he wasn't listening. His thoughts were elsewhere. Why should his father care more about a car than his son in the first place? Morris had never once told Cameron that he loved him, but he said it to that damn car more than five times a day. Fathers shouldn't be like that. They should love their kids, and have everyone know it. But no, his father's baby was never Cameron. It was always that damn Ferrari in the garage. Maybe he disserved it.
Where have all good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Salone was talking again, telling Cameron that she's gone through this too. That everyone has. Cameron couldn't help but inwardly scoff at that. Since when? He didn't know anyone else who had to live like him. Ferris's parents loved him; they didn't idolize inanimate objects lying about the house. They were normal parents. Good parents. Someone to look up to. Cameron didn't have anyone to look up to.
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
"Maybe he really is sick." He heard Ferris say, sounding as if Cameron had never 'really' been sick in his life. Cameron blinked. Maybe he wasn't. "Maybe he isn't just torturing himself." Ferris continued, still sounding mildly shocked. Cameron looked down at the water, and noticed how inviting it seemed. If this is the only way too get someone to care more about me than a damn car…Cameron thought to himself, tumbling out of the chair head first into the water with a loud, sloppy splash.
I Need A Hero...
Cameron sat at the bottom of the pool, looking around at the slowly rippling water around him. This wasn't so bad. It was actually nice. Calm, really.
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
While feeling the air grow thinner in his lungs, Cameron couldn't help but wonder what Ferris and Salone were doing. Did they even notice he'd jumped out of the chair, or were they too busy kissing? Cameron made a face. The only way Ferris could ever really annoy him is when he flirted with Salone in front of him. They'd been friends since the fifth grade, but suddenly Salone comes along and Ferris wants to fucking marry her.
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
Cameron suddenly heard the echoing splash of someone diving in above him. Cameron didn't even look up. He went completely limp in the water and closed his eyes when he felt Ferris's arms wrap strongly around his chest. He felt Ferris kick off from the ground and swim as fast as he could to the surface.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
Cameron took a quiet breath as they broke the surface and let Ferris drag him to the side of the pool. He felt a cool hand on his head, and realized it was Salone. Cameron resisted the urge to sneer at her as he felt Ferris try and hoist him onto the concrete.
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
He felt Ferris lightly slap at his face. "Hey, hey! CAMERON!" Cameron smiled inwardly, finding a sick sort of satisfaction at the fear in Ferris's voice. "CAM? CAMERON, WAKE UP! C'mon…wake up." He felt Ferris's hands grab at his shoulders and shake him slightly, trying desperately to find a reaction.
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me
Cameron listened to Ferris growing more and more frantic, slapping harder at his face. He felt Ferris's breath almost directly on his lips; his voice was vaguely trembling with the sign of tears. Maybe Cameron was going too far with this.
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like a fire in my blood
"C'mon, wake up…oh, shit, Cameron, come on…CAMERON! COME ON, WAKE UP!" Cameron couldn't help the smile that finally spread over his lips. He opened his eyes to see Ferris's shocked and confused face.
I Need a Hero
He felt Ferris shaking faintly against him. "What's that?" Ferris asked breathlessly, completely taken aback. Cameron grinned.
"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero."
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Updated AN: I found this in one of my old story journals and thought it was funny. I must've written it at least two years ago. I'm really only adding it here because I think this place needs some more Ferris/Cameron fiction. Regardless of whether I even watch that movie anymore, I remember back when I was obsessing over it there wasn't NEARLY enough fiction.
Original AN: Yeah, I know, I know...but I had to write this. It's been bugging me a while and I finally found the lines I needed to do it because I thought it fit. It's kinda stupid, I know, but, hey, what do ya expect? I'm really not in a literary mood lately, but at the same time I'm being bombarded with ideas that don't allow me sleep