Disclaimer: We don't own Twilight or a 1961 mint condition, cherry red Ferrari GT California, but Jasper's dad does! Let's go see what those crazy kids are up to...

Chapter 6 - Smooth Operator

Emmett's POV

"Emmett. Emmett, honey, it's time for school."

"Ugghhh...Mom, I don't feel so good."

"Oh, Sweetie, are you sick? What's the matter?"

"I feel dizzy and my tummy hurts." I pull my blanket over my head, pretending that the daylight is hurting my eyes, but really I do it so I can quickly lick my palms.

My mom pulls the blanket back down and places her hand on my forehead. I then place my wet hand on top of hers in a seemingly affectionate move, waiting for her reaction.

"You don't have a fever, but your hand is so clammy!" Bingo.

"I think you should stay home from school today, Emmett. You won't be missing anything important will you?"

"Uh, no, Ma'am. I'm sure I can get one of the guys to bring me my homework."

"Ok, then. Today is usually my day to volunteer at the museum, but I'm sure I can stay home..."

"No!" I interrupt just a bit too loudly. "I mean, no, Mom. I'll be fine. I'm just going to sleep all day, don't worry. Besides, you know the Art Institute can't function without you and your brilliant mind."

My mom blushes, like she usually does when I compliment her. It's true, though, my mom is a very smart and beautiful woman. "Well, you sleep as much as you can, but promise me you'll call me if you need anything, ok?"

I flash my dimples at her. "Yes, Mommy, I will. Have a good day," I mumble, pretending to fall back asleep. As soon as I hear my mom's car drive off, I jump out of bed and throw open my curtains. The sun is shining and there's not a cloud in the sky. How is anyone supposed to go to school on a gorgeous day like today?

After four years of high school, I am an expert at taking days off. My main rule is that you must believe your own story. Other than that, I always have a plan. I don't want to get to 3 o'clock and wish I had gone to school. What's the fucking point of skipping if you're just going to wish you had gone to school in the first place? That's lame.

My motto is 'always be prepared'. It's a great motto and works in every situation.

Let's say, I forget my homework.

That's ok, because I flirted my ass off with the girl in chemistry last week and she'll be more than happy to let me copy her's.

How about getting lucky with some gal pal in the back of my car, all thanks to a random hook-up?

Most guys wouldn't be able to get past 3rd base, because they don't have the appropriate "protective" equipment. Not me.

Like I said, I'm always prepared.

After eating breakfast and getting ready for the day, I pick up my phone and dial Jasper's number. Speaking of prepared, he better be ready to rock and roll.

When he answers, I can tell I'm on his speaker phone.

"Hello?"

"J, my man, what's happening?"

"Nothing."

"What's wrong? You sound weird."

"I'm sick."

"No, buddy. That's my line."

"No. I'm legit sick."

"You can't be sick. Today is our day off! Come on, Jasper. Rise and shine! Get out of bed, take a shower, and I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"I can't. I'm sick."

"You're not sick; it's all in your head. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"I feel like shit, Em. I can't go today. You and Bella will have to go without me."

"I'm really sorry to hear that, J. Now, get your ass up and get dressed. I'm coming over!"

I hang up the phone and pace around my room. Jasper can't really be sick. I mean, who the hell gets sick on Skip Day? Believe it or not, I'm not just orchestrating this day o' fun for me. It's more for Bella and Jasper. Bella, because she does absolutely nothing wrong and she needs to live a little. And, Jasper, because his parents push him so damn hard that he's always stressed about getting a scholarship to college. They are both my best friends and I'd do anything for them, including sacrificing a day of school just to show them a good time.

I'm such a great guy.

I pick my phone back up and dial the number for Ridge High. Clearing my throat, I lower my voice and give my best Charlie Swan impersonation, "Yes, this is Charlie Swan. I'm calling to let you know I'll be by to pick up Isabella this morning."

"And what will be the reason for her early dismissal?"

Ms. Price is always so damn nosey.

I clear my throat again. "Well, she has a, uh...a doctor's appointment...a womanly doctor's appointment."

"A womanly doctor's appointment, you say?"

"Yes, you know my little girl is growing up and she is having one heck of a time with her monthly visitor. All she does is cry and scream and eat ice cream. She also gets terrible headaches and cramps. Did you ever watch that movie 'American Werewolf in London'? Well, that's exactly how Bella is every time her 'Aunt Flo' visits and, frankly, I've had enough and decided she needs to go to the doctor!" I slam my hand down on the counter for added effect.

"Oh, yes. Yes, of course, Mr. Swan."

"Please have Bella meet me out front at 10 o'clock sharp."

"Yes, sir. She'll be there."

As I hang up the phone, I chuckle to myself. They never question the womanly shit. I wonder if Bella really does act bat shit-crazy like that. I've never really noticed before. I'll have to ask her today.

Feeling the need to make one more call, I grab my phone again.

"Jaz, you're not dying. Get out of bed. I'm coming over. We have to pick up Bella at 10 o'clock sharp. Now, get your shit together. I'm not letting you ruin our day off."

It dawns on me that, if Charlie Swan is going to be picking Bella up from school, then I need to look more like him and less like me. This means a trip to my dad's closet.

I know both of my parents have already gone for the day, but I still feel the need to tiptoe when I enter their bedroom. It's like a sign of respect, I guess. I quietly creep past their perfectly made four-poster bed and matching chest of drawers, before turning the corner and walking into the closet that belongs to my dad, Carlisle. Yes, my father has his own closet and so does my mom. Esme's closet is the bedroom across the hall.

I grab a trench coat, scarf, and hat, knowing that I have nice slacks and shirts that fit me better than his would. Besides, I just need his things to help give the impression that I am an older gentleman. I begin to sneak out of the room, when the telephone suddenly rings, making me jump out of my skin.

"Hello," I say, weakly. I'm supposed to be sick, remember?

"Hey, pal! How's my boy doing? Your mom told me you are sick today so, I thought I'd call and check on you."

"Hey, Dad. Yeah, I'm not feeling so well. I'm just gonna take it easy today and, hopefully, feel better tomorrow."

"Alright, Son. Go lie down and rest. When you feel up to it, fix yourself some soup and rub some of that menthol cream on your feet."

What?

"Rub menthol cream on my feet?"

"Yeah, it's supposed to clear your chest and get rid of your cough."

"Oh, okay, Dad. Thanks." I cough on purpose even though I don't remember that being one of my symptoms this morning.

"Love you, Em. Bye."

"Love you, too." I hang up the phone and gather the rest of my things so that I can leave.

I really do love my parents. They're great. They are both smart, nice, and very loving. I know it may seem like I think they are idiots, but I really don't. They probably don't believe half the crap I tell them, but they let me get away with it because they trust me. That makes them pretty cool in my book.

After I get dressed, I put on my dad's hat and give myself one last look in the mirror. With the hat tilted down covering my eyes, and the scarf wrapped around my neck, you can't even tell it's me. Mr. Banner won't have a clue. I mean, hopefully I won't have to see him, but just in case. Like I said, I'm always prepared.

As I pull up to Jasper's house, I can tell that all of the shades are drawn and I don't see any lights on. I swear, if he's still in bed, I'm going to kick his ass.

I walk up to the door and knock. It takes him a few minutes, but he finally opens the door.

"I was getting ready to bust this door down."

"Why do you always have to be so dramatic?"

"Are you ready for a day of fun?"

"I told you, I'm sick. I'm staying home."

"No, you're not. You're going to put a smile on your face, get the keys to the Ferrari, and we're going to pick up Bella from school."

"We're not taking the Ferrari."

"Haha, but you didn't say you're not going."

"I already know that there is no getting around it. You're a spoiled, selfish brat, who always gets what he wants and never thinks of anyone else's feelings or concerns."

Grabbing my chest for dramatic effect, "Jasper, I am hurt. You know that I am concerned about you. You are my best friend. I am doing this for you. Don't you know that fresh air cures a multitude of illnesses? You will feel better when we are out having some fun. Now, let's go!"

Standing in the garage, I can tell that Jasper is still unsure of us taking his dad's prized car. "Jaz, if there was any way around this, we wouldn't take it. We're only taking it, because it is an absolute necessity. There is no other way to get Bella out of school without Mr. Banner knowing that it is us picking her up. You don't want to get busted before we even get to have any fun do you?"

"No."

"Ok, then, get it. I'm driving."

"No...no, you know what, we are not taking the car. End of story. My dad would kill me and then he would hunt you down and kill you, too. It wouldn't matter if we brought it back in pristine condition, he would kill us just for driving it out of the garage. He would kill us for what might have happened."

Snatching the keys from Jasper's hand, I jump into the driver's seat and feel the expensive leather. The seat literally molds to my body. I grip the steering wheel and take a deep breath as I start up the engine. I can feel the energy of the car as it purrs to life.

"Turn off the car, Emmett."

"Get in, Jasper."

"Turn off the car. I'll rent you a limo or any other car you want, but we're not taking the Ferrari!"

I don't listen to Jasper's whining, instead, I take the car out of park and slowly begin to back it out of the garage.

"Emmett!"

I continue to back out of the garage and turn the car around so that it is facing the road.

"Are you coming or what," I ask Jasper, as he's standing there giving me the death stare.

Without another word, he jumps into the backseat of the car.

A/Ns:

Jiff: Oooohhhh...those sneaky kids!

Jenny Kate: I wonder what they're gonna do? For any of you who thought we were going a little Ferris Bueller's Day Off on you, you're on the right track!

Jiff: Yep, we said that we were using a few JH movies, not just Sixteen Candles. I'm so proud of those of you who recognized FBDO from the last chapter! *throws you all some Pop Rocks*

Jenny Kate: I can tell you subbed in a 3rd grade class today, Jiff! ;) *positive reinforcement* A few of you have asked if there will be another EPOV chapter and there will be. Just stick with us! We've got a ways to go just yet.

Jiff: Okay, here's where we get serious. We made a mistake. Actually, I made the mistake because I wrote Emmett's last name as being 'McCarty' in the first chapter. He is, in fact, a Cullen and I apologize from the bottom of my heart! Truthfully, I don't feel that bad because we refer to him as 'Emmett Cullen' in Chapter 4 and none of you noticed! LOL

Jenny Kate: Well, I can't let you take all the blame, Jiff. I read that chapter a bazillion times and didn't catch it! We thought about changing it, but it just screwed everything up, so we decided to just stick with what we originally had planned and fess up.

Jiff: So, there you have it. Even, WE make mistakes! With all of that said...please don't flounce us! We neeeeeeed you!

Jenny Kate: We need you guys like a back-alley whore needs crack...or crank...or bath salts...or whatever the street drug of the day is. So, what do you think about the story so far?

Jiff: We are so excited that there are so many of you out there that love the 80's as much as we do! Thank you so much for reading, reviewing, tweeting, posting, and being the awesome peeps that you are! See ya tomorrow!