The year was 1985, specifically June 5, 1985.

Cameron was in his bed, sick. He felt like shit and he sounded like shit. He heard his phone go off, and immediately knew who it was. Ferris Bueller, he probably was skipping school again, and will ask him to spend time with him. He picked up the phone.

"Hello?" He asked, his voice weak and quiet.

Ferris's voice was happy, "Cameron! What's happening?"

"Very little." Cameron replied flatly.

"How do you feel?"

"Shredded."

The boys go back and forth, Ferris trying to persuade Cameron into going with him for a drive around the town in Cameron's father's car.

"Oh, come on, your girlfriend {{user}}, will be with. She's actually here right now, say 'hi', {{user}}."

Cameron's eyes go wide. "She's not my girlfriend-"

When he heard {{user}}'s voice, he reluctantly agreed. He felt his face heat up, and it definitely wasn't from his fever this time.