Chapter 1: Mr Blue Sky

—ring-ring-ring-ring-ring-ring—

"OkayokayokayOKAY!" A hand shot out of the bundle of covers, gripping the phone tightly. "What?" The voice snapped into the mouth piece.

"Good morning, Sunshine~!" Came a familiar cheerful tone.

"The hell do ya want, Bueller?" Asked 'Sunshine', voice muffled by the blankets.

"Is that anyway to talk to me? Your best friend?"

"I'm gonna hang up now."

"Just be ready within the hour!"

The hand slammed the phone back onto the receiver. All was quiet for a moment, and if anyone walked in they would have assumed the so called Sunshine had went back to hibernating; too bad that wasn't the case.

With a "shit", the hand, along with the body that it was attached to, crawled out from under the covers. With a groan, 'Sunshine' pushed off from the soft mattress and made her way to the bathroom, chucking her pajamas to the floor as she went. As the young woman passed the bathroom mirror she stopped, pushing her tangled curls to one shoulder.

Her body was long and evenly proportioned; she had some fat around her stomach, hips, and thighs, and her breasts could fit comfortably in a palm—she wondered briefly if they'd fit in Cameron's hands. Her cheeks flushed, shaking herself out of those thoughts before scanning her body again. Dark freckles and the occasional mole covered the olive canvas. She had a two scars on her abdomen—when both her gallbladder and appendix had to be removed.

The scar from her gallbladder surgery was older, and had more time to fade, but the one for her appendix still looked fresh. She traced the pinkish scar lightly, remembering the anxiety and fear she felt just a few months ago.

Ilaria didn't really think about the pain free days after surgery—all she could think about were the What If's. But in the end, she went under, was cut open and the doctor removed something, and she spent a week in the hospital knocked up on pain pills.

Not the ideal way to spend Spring Break, but least her friends and family waited on her hand and foot.

The teenager sighed and hopped in the shower. Setting the water to boiling, Ilaria set to lathering her hair and body; she shaved her legs in case she felt like wearing shorts. After making sure all the shampoo had been rinsed out of her curls, she gradually turned the hot dial off. She stood there for a moment, letting the cold water run down her body. A shiver passed down her spine and she turned off the faucet.

"Raven hair and ruby lips," she sang softly as she ringed her hair out and tying it into a towel. She hummed the rest of Witchy Woman under her breath as she dried off the rest of her body. She walked over to the mirror, releasing her hair from it's cottony prison and throwing the cloth into the hamper, brushing her gently through her thick tresses before applying mousse. Parting her hair to the side, Ilaria wiped her hands on a nearby rag and trotted back to her room.

She chose to wear her loose black with flowers button down tucked into her most comfortable pair of jeans and her old but reliable pair of white Chucks.

Ilaria smiled at her reflection. Today was going to be a good day—she could feel it.

Walking over to her nightstand, the brunette picked up the landline phone and dialed her dad's garage.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, dad," she greeted, smiling wide.

"Morning, Illy! I didn't expect a call so early."

"Ferris is skipping school and I'm gonna be with him 'til late. Is that okay?"

"It's your day off, honey, I can't tell you how to spend it," he laughed. "But do your old man a favor and don't bring him to the shop—he's a good kid, but he's too much of a distraction."

Ilaria barked out a laugh. "Yes, sir. Love you dad!"

"I love you too, honey. Oh! Before I forget: tell Cameron I said hello as well."

The young Canali blushed at the teasing tone in her father's statement. "I'll be sure to do that, dad. See ya later."

"See ya later."

Ilaria was the one to hang up first, cheeks still red at the prospect of seeing Cameron today.

Stop that! It's just Cameron. Your best friend. You've known him since fifth grade, the shrewd side of her mind snapped.

But he isn't 'just Cameron'. He's funny, sweet, kind, gentle, awkward, dependable, trusting, thoughtful, heartbreakingly-sad-with-beautiful-eyes-and-smile Cameron.

Ilaria jumped from her bed at the sound of a car horn. She grabbed her wallet and keys, her mother's leather jacket and practically ran to the door. She stopped, double checking over her hair and overall appearance before shrugging on her jacket and opened the door.

Her jaw drop at the sight of the '61 Ferrari, her movements slow as she shut the door, twisting the knob to make sure it was locked. She walked over to the sports car cautiously, as if the vehicle was a wild animal that could run off at any minute. Finally, when she was at arms length, she touched the smooth surface, running a hand down the side as she walked towards the front.

"You alright there, Illy?" Ferris asked. By his tone he knew she was perfectly fine and was just trying to process that she was in the presence of one of fifty Spyder's that were manufactured.

"I wouldn't be anything if I wasn't alright, Bueller," she answered softly. "How-Where… I didn't know-how'd your parents—" the young Italian couldn't even finish her sentence, completely taken aback by how one of her oldest friends came in contact with one of the most sought out cars in the world—hell, he was even sitting in the damn driver's seat!

"Curtesy of one Mister Morris Frye."

Ilaria let the sentence pass through one ear and out the other before she looked up, hazel eyes wide. "What!? You stole Mister Frye's car?!"

"Don't yell that!" Ferris jumped out of the car, moving towards Ilaria.

"What the fuck's your problem, Bueller?!"

"Would you stop yelling?!"

"NO!" Ilaria smacked away Ferris' hands, restraining herself from smacking the eighteen year old in the face. "You stole a car!"

"I borrowed it!" He corrected, slightly annoyed that she wasn't showing signs of calming down.

"No way can you talk yourself out of this one, Bueller," she argued heatedly. "You stole Mister Frye's car, and when he finds out, he's gonna call the cops and bust Cameron's ass—my God, Cameron! You completely just screwed your best friend over for a joyride! You egotistical as—"

"Okay!" Ferris conceded, throwing his arms up. "Okay, I stole Mister Frye's car, but I did not screw Cameron over! You know me, Illy—I wouldn't do that."

She stared at him for a second before rubbing the side of her face and taking a deep breath. Without a doubt in her mind, she knew he was right; Ilaria has known Ferris Bueller for too long, and knows him too well, to even think he would hurt someone he cares for. He has only tried to push Cameron out of his comfort zone, never doing so to intentionally hurt the other but to make Cameron realize he's more than what his father thinks of him as.

Ferris was right; he'd never do something horrible like throw Cameron's trust in his face.

"So, Cameron knows then?"

"Yeah, of course, and he's even right here."

At the inquiry of his whereabouts, the hypochondriacal teen sat up in the back seat, treating the collapsed top carefully. Ilaria bit her tongue and tried to control her blush at seeing Cameron's flushed and messy appearance. Shit, he looks—

Ilaria didn't get to finish the thought when Ferris put a arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer over to the Ferrari (and to where Cameron was trying to smooth his hair back into place). That was when she noticed the getup. "What are you wearing?" She asked, eyes traveling down Ferris' body and taking in the blue suit matched with black shoes and a long beige overcoat.

He was even wearing a blue fedora to top off the look.

"Do I look dashing or what?" He turned for her, making Ilaria roll her eyes.

"You look like someone's dad," she deadpanned.

The reaction she was expecting was not for him to shoot Cameron a smug smile, saying, "Told you so."

"Seriously, what's with the getup?"

"Illy, baby, you are looking at Mister George Peterson, father of the luscious Sloane Peterson," Ferris declared with a cheek aching smile.

Ilaria stared at the boy, face blank. She blinked then looked at Cameron. Her eyes went back to Ferris. "And I'm meeting Sloane's daddy because…?"

"Because her grandmother has unfortunately passed."

"So you called to dupe Principal Rooney then?"

"That was actually Cameron."

Ilaria looked over at Cameron with raised brows as the eighteen year old started running a hand through his hair nervously. "Don't remind me. I still think we're going to get caught."

She laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "As long as we have Ferris, we won't get caught."

"Illy, never let anyone tell you you're stupid," Ferris remarked, placing a hand on both her shoulders. "Also, since Rooney's going to be out front with Sloane, you can't be in the passenger seat."

She rolled her eyes and chuckled, knocking his hands off her. "Alright, that's fine, but I doubt the backseat can fit both me and Cameron so where—"

Ilaria's stomach dropped at Ferris' smirk.

"I'm going to kill him," she muttered darkly from the trunk. Ferris made some sharp stops and turns on the way to school, causing Ilaria's head to collide with the interior of the trunk more than once. She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose because he knew what would happen to her or if he just drove like this all the time; either way, he's earned a smack.

And not just because his driving sucks.

If Morris Frye left work early to see both his son and the Ferrari gone, Cameron wouldn't be able to return home. His father would kill him, end of story. Mr. Frye didn't care about Cameron, and it was clearly shown in the way he worships his priceless doodads displayed around the house. Morris Frye cared nothing for his family, and it hurt Ilaria knowing that a man can have such a blessed life with a wife willing to stay with him and a son so very desperate for his approval and throw it away to instead adore inanimate objects.

Coming from a home where love was shown through hugs and constant touches and I love you's were shown in small actions and said often, Ilaria was appalled by how Mr. Frye treated his family the first time she met him, and continued to learn how he was through both Cameron and Ferris. At first, she had felt sad for the older man, thinking that maybe he had come from a similar background.

But now?

Now she felt nothing but resentment for the man that has been such a hinderance in Cameron's emotional and mental growth. For a man to put so much on his son—for him to confine and expect Cameron to stay within the lines at all times—well, he was nothing short of an asshat.

All those pretty things he has were just that: pretty. One day, Morris Frye will lose everything and he would have to question his own behavior towards his family, but it would be too late—if it happened at all.

Ilaria's thoughts stopped the second the car did. She knew it was stupid to do so but she held her breath, listening for any yelling from Rooney that the jig was up. But no such shouts came and before she knew it they were pulling off. She sighed in relief, moving her shoulders and legs slightly to release some of the restlessness that had settled. Just a little more to go and she can finally get out this stupid trunk.

AN: Hey guys! Welcome to the new and improved Tell Me In the Morning! I don't have much to say other than I hope you guys liked the update. I recently watched Ferris Bueller again and I remembered the story I started and decided to read through what I had—I hated it. So, knowing I could give you guys something better, I scraped the original and started on it again. I changed Finn's name to Ilaria because I felt like it rolled off the tongue better. I'm also going to be tweaking things just a bit, so the story's gonna be a little AU, but not too much where things don't end the way they should.

To ensure an open and honest relationship with you guys, I'm going to end every chapter with a few questions. I want to hear your honest opinions and if you feel like there's something that could be added to make the story better, tell me. I love hearing you guys' thoughts and feelings on this story.

What do you think of Ilaria? Despite it being the first chapter, do you feel like you can relate to her in anyway? Was there anything that bothered you about her? Anything you liked? Also, what do you think she'll add to the story (if she'll add anything at all)?

Thanks for reading and I'll see ya on the next chapter!