Thank you so much for reading, and the mix may be too much, but please read. I couldn't help it; I'm so in love with these three teens, confused in different ways. It's so cool. I do not own Sloane, Ferris or Cameron, Joel or Jimmy. They belong to their director/screenwriter.

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The New Day Off

"You sure you'll be all right, honey?" A pair of huge, worried eyes was all focused at me as a warm hand gently caressed my sweaty forehead.

"No problem mom, I –" To make it more realistic, I coughed twice. "- I will be just fine. I can take care of myself."

I smiled my most charming smile at her and she melted completely. I could see it in her face that she bought it. Again. I couldn't believe it. It was so close the last time I skipped school, and still she was acting like a sheep, never suspicious towards her newborn lamb. Her extremely clever newborn lamb, that is, thank you very much.

"Well, I will tell Jeanie to take care of you, and I'm sure everything will be ok."

What?

"Jeanie's got to go to school, doesn't she?" I said, getting a little worried now. She was going to school, right?
"No, I forgot to tell you? Her teacher had a sudden attack of serious stomachache, after eating a bad cake or something. Well, she didn't have to school today, anyway. But I got to go now, honey. I'll see you tonight, right?"

She leaned forwards and kissed my forehead softly with the tips of her lips. My mouth smiled at her, even though my eyes still were wide from the shock. Jeanie couldn't be home. How would I be able to get out of the house unnoticed now!

"Bye baby," my mom smiled at me before she closed the door behind her as she stepped out of my room.

As soon as I heard the door downstairs close, I jumped out of bed. I was fully dressed, all set for my tenth day off, hoping that nothing would mess it up. But even a genius is wrong, it seems. I wonder if Einstein ever made mistakes?

I opened my door as slowly as I could. No Jeanie is sight? Perfecto. I walked down the stairs at the tip of my toes, trying to keep the stairs from making too much noise.

I found my cold-hearted sister in the couch, eating a sandwich while she was listening to some music on her Discman. I was just about to reach the doorknob when her eyes rested on me.

"Going out, are we, bro?" She said sharply, a little louder than necessary.

"No, I was just…" I grabbed a soda from the kitchen table and smiled sweetly at her. "I was just getting something for my dry throat."

"That is mine, dickhead, and dry that stupid smile of your face, it doesn't charm me anyway," She answered, all in a sarcastic tone. I wanted to shoot her. She was sure going to tell mom.

"I don't mind anyway, go live your life if you want to trash it," She suddenly said, looking down in the table, taking a bite of her sandwich, chewing it slowly. I raised an eyebrow.

"When I go out, you're going to tell mom," I said suspiciously. She frowned.

"Not as long as we have a deal," she said, taking her eyes back at my face. A deal?
"What kind of a deal?" I answered quickly. She heard the interest in my voice, I could tell.

"I have a date today and you know what mom thinks about my dates with boys she don't know, right? So if you promise to tell her that I'm out with some friends tonight, I won't tell anything. Deal?"

I smiled at her. "Dearest sister…" I began. "You've got yourself a deal." I finished by smiling my "charming smile" again. She frowned again, but smiled. "Cool".

"Oh, by the way," I stopped as I opened the door. Jeanie didn't seem to enjoy my stop as she bit her teeth together. I didn't really mind.

"Who is this guy you're going out with anyway? I bet you it is that drug dealer you met at the police station…"

"How much?"

"50 cent"

"You just lost them. This guy is new in town. I think he's here visiting his aunt or something, but he's just so sweet and cool!" She almost jumped as she talked about him. I could tell she was really exciting about him.

"Good-looking?" I asked, smiling at her. She smiled back.

"Very"

"Personality?"

"Very nice"

"Job?"

"Negative"

In the middle of our little quiz, she suddenly looked at her watch.

"You better go. I don't want you hanging around when he picks me up, okay? So get the hell out of here"

I smiled at her before I stepped outside, smelling the first day of June. The sun was shining brightly in my eyes, causing them to close slightly.

After some scanning in the neighbourhood, I saw a piece of crap of a car rolling up our yard.

I couldn't help but smiling when I saw Cameron's pale face hiding in the car.

"Just in time, Cam!" I grinned as I jumped in.

"I'm sick of acting sick just to help you through your day, Bueller" He said lowly, staring at me. I just laughed. I know he didn't mean it.

"Well, as you remember, my sister got a car –"

"-While you got a computer, yes we know…" He said, scooping me of. I looked at him, making him feel rude. He smiled and soon we both were laughing quietly.

"So were are we going today, Ferris?" He soon asked, still smiling.

"Well, I dunno. You've seen Sloane yet? She said she would take the day off as well, but she haven't give me a call yet"

"I thought you guys broke up some time ago?"

"Yes, but we're still friends, right? And don't worry; we'll get together again. Hey, I'm going to marry her right? So, where is she?"

Cameron just raised his shoulders. None of us did know, so we just accepted the unknown fact that she forgot all about it and went to school or simply got sick and had to stay at home.

After driving about two minutes, we saw some new people moving into the house of ms. Morrison, who recently passed away. No one really missed her. She was just some crazy old lady who hated teens. We used to throw little rocks at her window, and when she died from heart failure, Cam and me thought we might have scared her to death.

"Who's that new kid?" Cameron's interest suddenly rose together with mine as we saw a boy at our age carrying some boxes from a car and into the house.

I never thought of myself as any tall for my age, but even I seemed to be taller than this guy. He looked like a mix between "mommy's little angel" and a "bad boy" because of his short, brown, perfect hair and because of his black sunglasses and clothing. After carrying the box with the text "CAREFUL, BREAKABLE STUFF" inside, he ran to the backyard out of our point of view.

"I don't like him," Cameron said, obviously annoyed. "He looks like trouble"

I smiled at my all-time worried, but best, friend.

"Cameron," I sighed, resting my hand on his tight shoulder. "You always smell trouble."

I got out of the car. Cam looked at me, waiting for an explanation of why I stepped out.

"Hey, come on! Let's give the kid a warm welcome to this boring neighbourhood! Who knows, perhaps he'll turn out to be one of us?"

Cameron didn't seem to like the idea of having more of us, but he followed me anyway.

We hurried over to the yard, and walked to the other side of the house, finding the new guy. But not alone. He was making out with a girl. A very beautiful girl that is. With big, bright eyes and long, brown, smooth hair. This new troublemaker was making out with Sloane… My Sloane…