only for you // l.h.

|11|

"They're milling around outside this alley," Cam told us. "We go out, and it's over. All of us wouldn't be able to escape from them."

I looked between both of the guys. "What if Luke went?"

"What?" Both of them spun on me."

"Well, they're here for Luke. So let's have Luke run away."

"I can't run," Luke said. "My stamina is not so good."

"That's why it's going to be Cam."

They both looked so puzzled that I laughed. "Cam will put on Luke's clothes, Luke will put on Cam's, Cam will run, and Luke and I will take a shorter way."

"You suck at plans too," Cam said, shaking his with with disbelief. "Come on, Emerson. That won't work."

"You won't have to speak, or face them. You just need to run. And you're the fastest here. Please, Cam?" I walked towards him, grabbing his hand.

"Fine. But you owe me."

A favor for a favor. I was drowning in those. "Done." I nodded and let go of his hand.

I stepped back and surveyed the two guys. It could work — they were around the same height. Sure, Cam was more muscular, but it was close enough. They both had blond hair, and the snapback Luke was wearing would disguise the fact that Cam's was curly. And their faces — well, let's just hope that nobody got too close to notice the difference there.

"Where are we supposed to change?" Luke asked.

"Here," Cam said, pulling off his white v-neck shirt. I looked away, trying desperately not to blush.

"Um," Luke said, looking a bit uncomfortable. I met his eyes briefly, then turned around to give them privacy.

There was the clinking of belts and the rustling of clothes.

"Come on, man," Cam said. "Why are your damn pants so tight?"

"Why do wear these stupid shorts?" Came Luke's reply.

I stifled a laugh.

"Okay, Em. You're all clear," Cam said teasingly.

"Don't make fun of me," I said. "I was giving you privacy."

"It's just underwear," Cam said. I turned around, sighing with annoyance.

The sight that greeted me was awesome. There stood Luke, looking confused in Cam's plain shirt and Chinos. His hair was sticking up in funny ways from his hat, which was now on Cam's head.

Cam picked at the shirt he was wearing. It was black, and a few holes dotted the neckline and the hem. "Why the holes?"

Luke shrugged. "I just wear whatever. Everything sort of looks the same."

I snickered. "Cam, those jeans look really good on you."

Cam made a face at me. "They have a rip in the knee. It's unnatural. And they're really hot. I'm already sweating."

"Well, I'm freezing," Luke said.

"It's 87 degrees."

"Both of you," I said, calling their attention away from fighting. "You look great. Just, um, switch shoes."

Luke looked horrified. "He's wearing white shoes," he said, pointing at Cam's expensive-looking sneakers from god-knows-where.

"And his shoes are falling to pieces," Cam remarked, nodding at Luke's Vans.