Ferris has always been very protective of me, and has never really liked the guys that I dated. So imagine his surprise when he caught me kissing his best friend Cameron on the porch last week. Boy, was he ticked. Hi I'm Jeanie Bueller, Ferris's younger sister. If anyone asks, I say I hate Ferris, but deep down, I love him. He's my brother, I wouldn't trade him for the world. I know, sounds corny right? Anyways, he's had HIS day off. Now it's MY turn.

It was the last day of school. I woke up Cameron, who now lived with us since his parents kicked him out.

"Hey Jeanie,"Cameron said.

"Time for school, Cam,"I said.

He looked so cute in his flannel pajamas with bedhead hair.

"Do I have to,"He groaned.

"I have a surprise for you,"I said,"It's good too."

"Is it better than what we did last weekend,"He whispered.

I kissed his neck.

"It might be,"I teased.

He smiled and kissed me on the lips.

"Hey,"Someone interrupted.

Cameron and I looked up to see Ferris, looking a little angry and a lot suspicious.

"What's going on here,"He demanded.

"Oh, we were just f*ck*ng,"I said sarcastically.

Cameron went wide-eyed and opened his mouth to say something, but only squeaked. Ferris glared at us, and I glared back.

"Get dressed,"He pointed at both of us,"In different rooms."

He gave Cameron and I the "I'm watching you" signal. As I said, he's very protective.

I went up to my room to get dressed. Cameron is a sweet guy, the nicest guy I've dated in fact. I had a habit of dating a**holes, and Ferris knew it. My parents didn't, but Ferris did. The feelings I had for Cameron had been around for a while, a crush on my brother's 'cute friend'. I never bothered to ask if he had a girlfriend, never bothered to tell him or my brother or anyone else how I felt. Then, after he moved in, he and I began talking. We had a lot of things in common: our love of pacman, our hatred for squeaky chairs. Ferris caught the two of us kissing on the porch last week, Wednesday, to be exact. I asked Cameron if he was ready to start officially dating, being boyfriend and girlfriend, and he kissed me. The little jerk kissed me! He wasn't demanding, or rude, or insistent either. Just a simple kiss on the lips, just like I'd imagined. That's not how Ferris saw it. I felt guilty because I thought this would ruin their friendship or get Cameron kicked out.

I dated another guy right before Cameron, the guy in the police station. The guy whose first line in the movie is 'drugs?', which is ironic considering the actor who played him. All right, enough fourth wall breaking, back to the story. Anyways, I went on one date with this guy, turns out he goes to my school. And you know what I did? I went ahead and screwed him! I don't even remember his name! Never saw the guy again. So I sleep around, something Ferris doesn't know and never will. Call me loose, a slut, a whore, I don't know why I do it. My heart gets broken that way. I get emotionally attached to a one night stand. I've learned that guys want one thing and one thing only...

"Sex,"I muttered, scowling at my reflection.

Sometimes I'm self-conscious, like most girls. Some days, I'm on top of the world, feeling like Ferris does on most days. Other days, I feel like sh*t, not wanting to leave the comfort of my bed. And on certain occasions, typically after said one-night stands, I feel like a dirty whore. They don't care, they get what they want. They f*ck me into oblivion, then just leave. Not Cameron. Last weekend with him, my parents and Ferris were gone. We had the house to ourselves. He said I took his virginity, I'd never taken anyone's virginity before. He didn't leave me when he was done. He put his arm around me, stroking my hair untill I fell asleep. I was confused, to say the least. Was this more than just physical for him? Is he emotionally in this, like me? There's something...different about him. Don't fool yourself Jeanie, just start the timer, and count down to heartbreak. I put on my short skirt with black leggings, low cut V-neck, and black chuck taylors. My hair is naturally curly, so I brushed it out of my face and put on make-up. I hurried downstairs, where Cameron was waiting in shorts, tennis shoes, and a rubix cube t-shirt. He smiled when he saw me.

"You look great,"He said.

"Thanks,"I said,"So do you. Where's Ferris?"

"Walking,"He said.

I put my arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. He put his hands on my hips. I went to get his keys off the table, and he followed me out to the driveway. He didn't smack my ass, which is a good sign. A 1967 Pontiac GTO, silver with blue flames. Convertible, with the top down. Not exactly a Ferrari, but better than his old piece of junk. With the job he had, trading his old car in, and money from my parents, he got this. I got in the driver's seat and started the car. Cameron got in the passenger's side. I pulled out of the driveway and onto the road.

"I have to pick up my friend Elizabeth,"I said.

"The freshman?"

"Yes Cameron,"I said,"The freshman."

He must've seen the mischievous smile on my face.

"We're...not going to school today,"He said,"Are we?"

"Nope."