I couldn't believe Cam let Ferris drive the car! Driving down the highway and into Chicago was the most thrilling experience of my life. I had never been in a car with no roof, and driving as fast as we did without one was amazing! Cam sat between Ferris and I in the back, and during the whole ride there he was holding my left hand. The two of them were acting suspicious. I forgot my glasses, so maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but they kept mouthing words to each other. They kind of looked angry, too. It was like watching a verbal fight on T.V., but there was no sound. Out of their words, the one I saw was 'ring'. It made no sense to me, but when we stopped in front a jewelry store, I could tell something was up.

"I thought we were going to see the Bears." I said as they hopped out of the car.

"Yeah we are, but Cam needed to stop here for a little while. His mom's birthday is coming up,"

Ferris went into the backpack he brought and pulled out a curly blond wig and thick black sunglasses.

"Put these on. I came prepared."

"You brought disguises?" I asked.

"Yes. Just in case anyone we know is in the city today."

I did as I was told and capped my chocolate brown hair into the ugly wig. My eyes were then shielded by the sunglasses. I couldn't see through them, it was all dark.

"We'll only be a few minutes." Cameron insisted after he kissed my cheek.

I heard them walk away and into the store. I wondered what they were going in there, sure they told me Mrs. Frye's birthday was coming up, which was true, but why now was my question. We had the whole weekend and the rest of the day! The Bears game was going to start soon, and I really wanted to see it. I rested my head on the back out the headrest and just let my thoughts wonder. I was interrupted when I heard a familiar sounding voice.

"Emerson?"

From behind my sunglasses my eyes grew as wide as saucers. It was my mom's voice. I panicked. My cheeks flushed, and I could feel my stomach move to my throat. I heard footsteps and then I smelled her perfume right in front of me. I could only see her teased blond hair from the tops of my glasses.

I cleared my throat, hoping that if I did that, I would sound older than I was and not eighteen.

"Excuse me?" I asked in my best Valley Girl voice.

"Oh! I'm sorry ma'am; I thought you were my daughter. You see she's home today and I thought she skipped so I-"

"Gag me with a spoon!" I interrupted.

I let the sunglasses fall to the bridge of my nose and watched my mother's face turn red with anger. She never accepted rudeness from anybody.

"You're an-"

That was all I heard. It was like I was Charlie Brown and she was the teacher. All I heard was 'Wah Wah Wah'. I was fixated on Ferris and Cam in the background. They were staring at my mother with fear etched into their faces. If I wasn't skipping school, and I was watching them, I would have laughed.

She huffed and walked away. That wasn't usually like my mother to just go like that, but as long as she was far away from me, I was perfectly fine! Two minutes later, Ferris and Cam ran toward the car.

"You need to buy better disguises!" I practically screamed at Ferris. "My mom almost caught me!"

I threw off the glasses and itchy wig and placed them in the back.

"Your right! That could have ended badly." Ferris said.

I rolled my eyes. "You don't want to know what would happen if I got caught! I wouldn't be able to buy any new records!"

Ferris started the car with a goofy grin on his face. "It could only happen to you, Em."

I shook my head. "Yeah, I know!"

We pulled out of our parallel parking position and headed toward the Chicago baseball stadium. I felt relieved that my mother didn't catch me, not only would my record player and all of my records would be taken; I wouldn't be aloud out of the house the whole summer. Cam and I wouldn't be able to see each other before I left for college. It was our last summer before I moved to California and he went to New York. The thought of us being so far apart broke my heart. I didn't want to leave him.

We pulled into the overly-crowded parking lot. Ferris handed me the wig and glasses back and told me to cover my hair better. Cam got a fake black moustache, and Ferris got a fedora hat, a moustache and sunglasses. We practically skipped through the parking lot.

"Tickets please." The old man at the ticket window said.

I looked at Cam and Ferris. I didn't have a ticket, and I sure knew they didn't have one either.

"Uh…look sir," Ferris began in a very fake New York accent. "I am the agent of the most important player of the Bears!"

Cam and I nodded, pretending to go along with his charade.

"This to my left," began pointing to Cameron. "Is his personal assistant…J.J. Jones. And this is his publicist Martika. Say hello Martika."

I didn't know why he chose that name. Was it Russian, Slovak, what? I cleared my throat again for the second time and brought out my best fake accent.

"Hello, Dahling!"

Ferris piped up again. "We need access to the stadium, sir."

The man shook his head like he was refusing. He was in fact refusing our entrance.

Cameron this time decided to speak. "Why won't you let us in?

"I don't believe you, that's why I won't let you in."

Ferris cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Give us a minute."

Ferris lead Cam and I over to the end of the line.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

Ferris obviously didn't think this part through. "You'll have to put out."

My face turned red. I was not going to do that!

"No way in hell! Cam, say something!"

Cameron looked at Ferris. I couldn't tell if he was mad, but when he smiled a little bit, I almost hit the floor.

"Sorry, babe, but you're going to have to."

I was furious. "Are you kidding me? This has to be a joke! You are really agreeing?"

"Look, Em, you want to see the Bears play as much as we do. Showing a little bit will let us see them play. You're taking one for the team!"

I groaned, Ferris was right, I did want to see the Bears, but putting out? I actually couldn't believe Cam was going along with it!

"Fine! Don't ask me to do it again, 'cause I won't!"

Ferris grabbed my t-shirt sleeve and pulled it down to my shoulder. He did the same with the other sleeve. I looked awful. I hated looking this way, and the two of them knew it. We cut through people in line to the front. The guy looked right at me. I thought his eyes were going to explode.

"You may go in! I'm sorry, I recognize you guys at first. Sorry for the trouble." The guy said. The whole time he was looking at me.

We filed into the stadium with a bunch of other people. I pulled my t-shirt back into place.

"I'll buy you a foam finger." Ferris offered, trying to make the best of situation.

"I hate you," I growled.

Ferris and Cameron both laughed.

'What am I so mad about?' I thought. 'I'm skipping school, and I'm seeing the Bears play. I only had to pull my sleeves down.'

"We're sorry," Cam began. "It wasn't so bad, right?"

I shook my head. It wasn't as bad as I thought. I forgave them and then Cameron and I held hands all the way to our seats. Ferris bought hotdogs for all of us as I sat with my two favorite people and watching my favorite baseball play.

All I knew was that I wanted to skip school more often.

Okay, there is chapter two! I hope you like it! Sorry about the creepy way they got into the baseball game, but I thought that would happen if they took a girl with them and didn't get in. I hope you like my story so far, and sorry about the long wait. I have been REALLY REALLY busy!