❝ —— sigh. ❞
he cares about cameron. really,
ferris cares about him a lot, more
than he liked to admit. they’ve
been through a lot of shit together,
and that means something in a
friendship.
but fuck, this kid needed to take
a chill pill. a huge one, preferably
the size of his head that’d hit his
system in less than a few seconds,
because damn, did he NEED it.
he’s turned his attention momentarily
to the great gatsby poster secured
above his head on his ceiling, in
hopes that the fading black and white
print would drown out cameron’s
incessant bitching.
not that he blamed him, really. he had
every right to be upset with ferris. he
promised he’d help this time, really help!
unlike all the other times when he’d
leave him with the supplies and swap
saliva in a nice game of tonsil hockey
with sloane. which sounded nice right
about now. it beat this by a million.
❝ cameron. i promised i’d help, didn’t
i? how many times have i broken a
promise? and those times with the
cheerleaders don’t count. that wasn’t
my fault. ❞
did you hear that? what else could it have
been but the jarring sound of cameron’s
waning patience shattering to smithereens.
❝ god…. DAMMIT!! ❞
digits spring forward, claiming a pillow from
the expanse of ferris’ bed, furrowing tautly
around the plush material as he proceeds
to repeatedly clout ferris with the item he
has purloined.
❝ get! whack the hell! whack outta! whack
bed! whack you! whack ASSHOLE! ❞
conceding defeat, cameron huffs at his bangs,
tossing the pillow in the direction from which
it was taken.
❝ the hell’s the matter with you, anyway? i rip
myself open for you on a daily basis. you ask
for somethin’, i give it to you, no questions
asked, like some lost god damn puppy — i
ask for something, i invite myself to put up
with this bullshit. unbelievable. ❞
and he pivots on the precarious heel of his
foot, ambling in pursuit of his backpack.
❝ well, so much for that — not anymore,
pal. sayonara. see you in the hallway
or somethin’ one of these days, but
that’s it. i’m - i’m drawing the line. ❞
…for the third time this week.