Meave Buellers day off (Cameron Frye x Maeve Bueller)

Ed Rooney

I hold the phone to my ear, putting on my most classy, middle-aged voice. 

"Hello, this is Elizabeth Peterson, Sloane Petersons mother." I sob a little, acting into the plan that Ferris gave me to follow. The receptionist listened, clinging onto every word i gave her, clearly not wating to interrupt a crying mother. 

"Its my mother, Sloanes grandmother, she had a heart attack, she's, s, s, she's dead." I turned the crying up, wailing into the phone. 

"Ok, Hunny, well, I will send someone to get Sloane right away. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you kindly, my husband will be there to pick her up in a few minutes."

I said sincerely before I hung up the phone and gave Ferris a big hi-five. The sound of a car pulling up into the driveway rang out. Cameron was here. I made my way to the front door, leaving Ferris in the kitchen. 

"Cam!" I spoke excitedly, happy to see my best friend. I wrapped my arms around his neck, before apologising for making him get up. 

"No, it's not your fault, I just don't really want to be a part of Ferris's plots."

"I feel the same, but all he needs you to do for now is call the school and be Sloanes father. I just had to be Sloanes mother." I look into his eyes pleading for him to help up. 

"Fine I'll do it, only because I get to be your husband for a bit, ok?" He joked patting my head as I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Ferris already had the phone ready, dialling the number and holding it out for Cameron to grab. 

"Hello to you too, Ferris." He put the phone up to his ear, and I snuck my way under his arm to hear the conversation. He sucked in a breath before he started speaking. It sounded like a congested Australian and New Yorker was talking but he went along with it. 

"This is George Peterson, my wife just called about our daughter Sloane." He talk's sternly into the phone, looking down at me when he says wife. 

"Oh! Uh, please hold." The kind reception places us on hold, we all look at each other in anticipation. 

The phone clicks back before Mr Rooney's voice sounded through. I looked up again at Cameron nervously, getting closer so I could hear better. My face goes red when I realise just how close I was to Camerons face, but I stayed sill none the less. 

"This is George Peterson." His bullshit accent rang out again, threatening to make me giggle. 

"How are you today, sir?"

"Well, me and my wife have had a bit of bad luck this morning as you may have heard." I sob and cry a bit in the background to make it sound more realistic before I put my head into his chest to muffle the sounds. His face goes red, matching mine as I regain my position next to his face.

"Yeah, I heard, and... Oh, I'm all broken up." He says with a shocking amount of insincerity. "Boy, what a blow."

"Yeah, well, uh, it's been a tough morning, and we've all got a lot of family business to take care of. So, if you wouldn't mind excusing Sloane, I'd, uh, appreciate it." 

"Uh, sure. Yo, I'd be happy to. Yeah, you, uh, you..." He stutters. "You just produce a corpse, and, uh, I'll release Sloane." I look at Cameron in shock and disbelief, him looking at me the same way. "I want to see this dead grandmother, firsthand." He doesn't talk for a minute and Ferris looks at us asking what's going on.

"He says he wants to see a body Fer." He goes wide-eyed in shock, before thinking for a solution. 

"Oh, uh, Ed, I'm... I'm sorry did you say you wanted to see a body?"