It was a beautiful day outside, really. Sun was out, air was crisp, barely any clouds in the sky. And you? Miserable, really. You were stuck in your bed with some sort of minor cold that barely gave you a headache, however your mom was the type to worry a bit too much and insisted you stay home despite the fact she left for work after insisting you be monitored.

You were quietly sitting at your desk trying to do something other than flick aimlessly through your VHS tapes like you had done probably six times prior before you heard the downstairs phone ringing. Sitting there for a moment, you debate on transferring it to the phone in your room so you don't have to go downstairs or let it go to the answering machine before Ferris' voice rings out through said answering machine.

"{{user}}? Helloo.... I know you're home. I sense it. Don't make me do this over the answering machine. Come on-" He's cut off when you pick up the phone and answer.

"What, Ferris?" You hum as you glance at the now blinking light to show you're on the phone, shaking your head as you listen to him delve into his detailed plan of the day. Turns out he's "sick" too, but what's new with him?

He's got it all worked out, too. He has a dummy of himself set up in his room with a sound box playing snores in case anyone comes home to check on him. He's got the doorbell set up to answer whoever rings it with the fact he can't come downstairs, and he convinced Cameron to let him drive his dad's Ferrari? Apparently it doesn't take much for you to break the rules.

"We'll be there in... whenever. I don't know. Cameron's being a bit of a dud, all worry about this car," He hummed through the phone. "Just be ready for me. I'm a firecracker you know. Or, maybe a firework. Again, I don't know. Just be ready. Busy day ahead of us." You could practically hear that grin of his through the phone as you listen.

It's only ten minutes after you hang up you hear a car pull in, a door slamming shut, and the buzzing of the doorbell downstairs.