John Quincy Adams, History Class
"Current events," Dad says to the class. "Somebody tell me what's going on in the world."
"Stuff happened in some country, some team won a game, and it's cold somewhere with a chance of I don't care," Maya says. "Am I all caught up?"
"Yeah," Dad tells her. "Your education's complete. Anybody who's gonna turn out well got something to say? Lucas."
"All the news is about the elections," Lucas responds
"So are all of the commercials," Farkle adds.
"Why should we care about the elections when we don't get to vote?" Riley asks him.
"Who else feels that way?" Everybody raises there hands expect for Amelia and me. "Well, that's a shame, guys," Dad says. "Because this world's gonna belong to you soon."
"The one you messed up?" Farkle asks. "Yeah, thanks anyway."
"Oh, so you got problems with this planet you're inheriting?" Dad asks him.
"When I read the news, it makes me feel like this isn't even a world I'd want to rule," Farkle responds.
Riley looks back at him in shock,"Wow, Farkle. I've never heard you say anything like that before."
"I'm a visionary, Riley. I look ahead." Farkle tells her. "You. Me. Mars. Let's do this thing."
"Wait a minute. Wait a minute." Dad says. "You guys are supposed to be optimistic. Future leaders. You don't get cynical until high school."
"Why don't you elect people who care enough to make things better?" Lucas asks him.
"I like to think I do every time I vote," Dad tells him. "But the truth is I'm not responsible for the quality of people running for office."
"How are these people even chosen?" Riley asks.
"Well, the parties choose the best candidates they can come up with," Dad tells her.
Uncle Eric barges into the room panting, he slaps Dad on the back. "I am running senator the grape state of New York. And I need your votes."
I look at him in shock. "What!? You!?"
Amelia looks at Uncle Eric in wonder. "And that's the best the could come up with?"
"Kids don't vote," Riley tells.
"Then uh-oh!" Uncle Eric says.
"Everybody closes your books," Dad says. "It's the end of the world."
"I'm really dizzy. I've done this in every classroom." Uncle Eric says.
"Rose, Amelia, you didn't agree with the rest of the class. Why?" Dad asks.
"Because then we can make sure that we don't make the same mistakes as our procedures, if we know whats going on we can learn from it and maybe make the right choice." Amelia answers gesturing.
I gesture to Uncle Eric. "And you guys sure make mistakes."
"Hey!" Uncle Eric protests.
"I love you Uncle Eric, but like Dad said we should close out books, the world is over," I tell him.
Topanga's Bakery
"So they plucked me off the street and they hustled me into a limousine. Like I was fancy." We were all sitting in Mom's bakery and Uncle Eric was explaining to us how he was chosen to run for senator.
"Who was in the limousine?" Riley asks him.
"The bow tie man with the big glasses." Uncle Eric tells her. "He was a whisperer, right? He was one of these whisperers." Uncle Eric walks over to Mom and Dad. "He came up to me he was like, 'Eric!" he yells causing Mom and Dad to wince, "'you are the only one that has a chance to defeat senator Jefferson Davis Graham in the primary!"
"That's not a whisper, Eric," Dad tells him.
"I also don't know what a primary is!" Uncle Eric tells him still yelling.
"Again," I say. "What!? You!?"
"The primary is the first election where the voters select each party's candidate," Lucas tells him.
"Oh, that's wrong." Uncle Eric says.
"No that's right," Amelia tells him.
"Then the winners of the primary run against each other in the general election to see who goes to Washington." Farkle continues Lucas's relationship.
Uncle Eric looks at Farkle"Are you a robot?"
"I'm a real boy," Farkle says hesitantly.
"Birth certificate?" Dad asks.
"Still looking," Farkle replies.
"Eric, Davis Graham is a six-term senator," Dad tells him.
Eric, you don't have enough money to run against him." Mom adds.
"Eric, the bow tie man said he would help me with all of that." Uncle Eric argues.
"Eric, you can't beat this guy," Dad tells him.
"He's done bad things." Uncle Eric says. "People who do bad things shouldn't be in power. I want to beat him."
Dad turns to Mom. "I don't know how he does it, but tell me you're not on his side."
"Not," Mom tells him. She turns her attention back to Uncle Eric, "Eric, you don't even have a campaign team. Who's your team?"
"Well, that's why I'm here." Uncle Eric says. "I want Riley, Rose and their friends to run my campaign."
Dad turns to Mom. "I mean, tell me you're not on his side now."
"Not." Mom says before hesitating, "Yet. Eric, they're kids. Do you really think this is a good idea?"
A guy that looked like he was in college speaks up. "It's a great idea." We all turn to him. "The senator took money from schools and gave it to his rich friends."
"Why would he do that? Who are you?" Uncle Eric asks.
"Because his rich friends are the ones that got him elected." the guys says. "I'm TJ. TJ Murphy."
"So he chose his own future over ours?" Riley asks.
"Beat the bad bad man, Eric." Maya tells him
Uncle Eric turns to her. "I'm gonna do my best, Moesha."
"How do you know so much about this?" Farkle asks.
"He's the one that caught him." Amelia answers. "He has a website called 'Thorn in your side.'"
"I'm the Thorn," Tj says. "How'd you know?"
"I'm a Cooper. A Cooper always knows whats going on in politics." Amelia answers.
"So letting the kids run Eric's campaign... " Mom trials off.
"would show that Eric would rather build schools," Lucas says.
"Would show that he cares about our future as much as his," Farkle adds.
"What's your deal, man with the ideas?" Uncle Eric asks TJ.
Tj stands up and walks up to Uncle Eric. "I believe in you," TJ replies. "I'd like to help."
"Hmm. I need to have a secret meeting with my team behind closed doors." Uncle Eric says before running out the bakery and closing the door. "What do you think?"
"Clearly, we need all the help we can get," Maya says.
Uncle Eric comes back in a gives TJ a thumbs up. "Welcome abroad, PK."
Mom looks at me. "Rose are you okay you've been pretty quiet?"
"Fine, shock, it'll wear off," I tell her. I shrug. "Okay, it's worn off." I look over at Uncle Eric. "What are your policies? What is your goal? What do you hope to achieve if you make office?" I ask him.
Uncle Eric looks at me perplexed. "Uh?"
I sigh. "Okay then, we have a lot to do if you wanna beat Senator Graham."
"Flower? Your gonna help?" Uncle Eric asks.
"You know people Uncle Eric, who better to be senator than somebody who knows the people," I tell him. "Besides as shocking as it sounds you are the lesser of two evils."
John Quincy Adams, History Class
"As you are about to see, we've had our share of election surprises," Dad says as Janitor Harley pushes in the school t.v, "But America loves an underdog."
"Matthews, you mind if I stick around for this class?" Janitor Harley asks.
"Of course, Harley," Dad says. "You're interested in politics?"
"I'm interested in why school budgets are being cut." Harley responds. "I'm interested in why they take away art and music."
"You like music?" Dad asks him.
"Without music, I'd do something," Harley responds
Dad grimaces. "I know, Harley. I know you would."
Uncle Eric walks into the classroom. "Hey, you guys. We don't need to be afraid. We can win this thing. We just need to remember the wise words of president F. Doctor Oosevelt, who said, 'The only thing we have to fear is fear...'" He turns around and notices Janitor Harley standing there, "Wow! Ha ha! This looks just like Harley Keiner. Oh, Harley Keiner. Harley Keiner. If I could do my whole life over again, I would give that guy such a what-for." He takes a closer look at Janitor Harley, "You do. You look a lot like Harley Keiner. You got like the whole Harley Keiner head. The Harley Keiner face." he points at the names tag, "It says Harley on your shirt. Oh, this is terrible."
"Uncle Eric is running for senator." Riley tells Harley, "Can we count on your vote?"
"I don't know," Harley says. "What are you gonna do for the little guy?"
"I never really thought of you as a little guy, Harley." Uncle Eric jokes "You know something? I'm sure this school is really well taken care of." he gives Harley a kiss on the cheeks.
Harley looks at Uncle Eric perplexed, "What are you doing?"
"I'm supposed to. Babies."
"You kiss babies, you maroon," Dad says before sighing.
"Okay, Matthews. You kiss nice. You got my vote." Harley tells him.
"All right, well, hey, there's one." Uncle Eric cheers before turning back to us. "Now, how many do we need, robot?"
"Three million." Frakle replies.
Uncle Eric walks closer to Farkle. "And how many do we have, robot?" Uncle Eric asks him.
"One," Farkle tells him.
"Now burn me with your laser eyes." Uncle Eric tells him. Farkle stares hard at him. "No, don't. Okay, do it. Do it. Let's not. Let's not, let's not. Okay. Okay, phew. You know, we get along really well, don't we, robot?"
"Yes," Farkle responds. "Because with you around I feel really good about myself.
"Ha!" Uncle Eric laughs before the two of them high-five.
"Okay, everybody, up here please," Dad says bringing then attention back to him. He turns the t.v on showing a picture of John Kennedy. "In the 1960 presidential election, a young senator from Massachusetts was not expected to beat Richard Nixon, the current vice president. But then they held the very first televised debate. And John Kennedy, the underdog, became the 35th president of the United States. That's how powerful the media is.
Topanga's Bakery
"Senator Graham," Mom says as the Senator walks in. We were all congregated at the bakery so we can lay out a plan for Uncle Erics campaign.
"Topanga Matthews, isn't it?" the senator asks. "I never forget a face. Especially one that came out against me."
Mom turns to Dad. "My law firm opposed the senator's plan to charge admission to parks and recreational areas that were previously free," she explains. She faces the senator again, "A dollar for kids to run around and play, wasn't it, senator?"
"It's all about making money for the state," Graham tells her.
"At the expense of our children?" Mom asks him.
"Well, we don't have enough money and there's so many children." Senator Graham responds.
"That's enough." A man wearing a bow tie and glasses orders as he walks in.
Graham concedes. "Okay"
"Eric, is this bow tie, big glasses, whisper man?" Dad asks him.
"Um..." Uncle Eric says walking over to the man. "Could you say something?"
"I believe we're here to discuss the finer points of the campaign." the man says.
"This is him." Uncle Eric says.
"He works for Graham," Dad tells him.
"No. He likes me." Uncle Eric argues.
The man smiles and fixes Uncle Eric's collar. "Oh, I do like you," he tells Uncle Eric. "Who's running your campaign?"
"The children."
"The children. Ha!" Senator Graham laughs.
"Interesting." Bowtie man says.
The Senator clears his throat, "Yes, interesting."
"I thought you'd like that," TJ says from the counter.
"Murphy." The man says without looking back.
"Wolff." TJ greets picking up his cup of tea.
"I'm sorry. You guys know each other?" Uncle Eric asks looking between TJ and the man known as Wolff.
"Another face that came out against me." Senator Graham says walking over to them. "This guy's a little instigator who just won't go away."
"Three debates," TJ tells them.
"As many as you want." Graham agrees.
"One debate." Wolff orders.
"One debate." Senator Grahm says. It looks like this guy worked more for Wolff.
"We have held this office for three decades. We will dictate all terms." Wolff tells us.
"I'm sorry. You work for him?" Uncle Eric asks him.
Wolff smiles. "Sure. Let's go with that."
"But you picked me to run against him." Uncle Eric tells him. "You said I was the only one that had a chance."
"That's correct." Wolff nods. "You are the only one who has a chance to make the senator look good again in the eyes of the public."
The Senator tries to speak but Wolff holds his hands to stop him. "See you at the debate, kids." the Senator says as they leave.
"That wasn't childish at all," Amelia says as soon as they leave.
"They played me. I'm just supposed to lose." Uncle Eric realizes.
"Supposed to," TJ says.
"Like Kennedy was," Riley says.
"To Nixon," Maya adds.
"Yeah, but those guys weren't real!" Uncle Eric yells. "I'm done. I'm going home. I'm gonna miss you, Scarecrow, Lion, Dorothy. Robot." he puts his hand on Farkles shoulder. "I think I'm gonna miss you most of all.
John Quincy Adams, History Class
"Current events," Dad says. "Somebody tell me what's going on."
"We should always have parks to play in," Riley says.
"Children shouldn't be forced to pay for there happiness," I say.
"We should always look out for the little guy," Maya tells him.
"We shouldn't let the fact that we're children stop us from helping the world," Amelia adds.
"We should lower the voting age," Lucas says.
"We need to treat this planet better." finishes for us. "I don't want to go to Mars. I want to rule an earth that has good air and good water. A good earth for our children."
"Our children?" Riley, Maya and I ask him.
"I want 11. Split 'em up however you want." Farkle tells them.
"Sorry, Farkle," I tell him. "I'm taken."
Rily turns to Maya"How do you want... " Riley starts to ask Riley.
"You get 11," Maya tells her.
"So suddenly you guys are involved in your world," Dad tells us to bring our attention back to him.
"It's the only one we've got, isn't it?"Lucas aks him.
Dad sits on his desk. "That's true. So what can do we to make it better?"
"You have the vote," Riley tells him.
"Why don't they let us vote? Lucas asks Dad. "They don't trust us?"
"I would vote to make sure everybody takes care of each other," Riley says. "Everybody should have food and shelter and a warm coat for the winter."
"I approve that message," Maya tells Dad.
"That's nice and it would be amazing if that was the way the world works, but it's not," Amelia tells her.
"Well, I agree with you girls. Amelia, you're right, change that," Dad tells them before facing Lucas. "And, Lucas, you wanna lower the voting age? Show us you can be trusted. Find your issue. Find your passion. Because we don't have enough." Dad lectures. "In the last election, the voter turnout was the lowest in our history. Change that. Teach us to care."
"Well, how do we do that if we can't vote?" Lucas asks.
"Find somebody you know who can," Dad tells him.
"Our parents?" Lucas asks.
"Yeah, your parents," Dad says. "And we'll listen to you. You know why?"
"You love us," Riley responds.
"Yeah, we do." Dad agrees. "You guys live in an age where you can send your message with just one click. The media is even more powerful now. So have a message. Because it's your world too."
Matthews Apartment, Living Area
I walked into the apartment with Maximo, both us carrying big posters, to see Riley and Maya in the kitchen with chocolate cereal, chocolate syrup, and milk.
"What are you to doing?" I ask them.
"We're gonna fix Uncle Eric," Riley tells me.
Maya gestured to the posters. "What are you guys doing?"
"We're making posters for Eric's campaign," Maximo responds.
"Where is he anyway?" I ask. "Maximo's gonna take a picture of him." The point to the bay window. I sigh once I see him he was huddled on the bay window with a blanket over him. "Okay you two fix him we'll watch."
The two of them nod at each other before walking over to Uncle Eric. "Uncle Eric, it's Riley. You've been sleeping here all day." Riley tells him.
"I'm sad." Uncle Eric moans.
"Eric, it's Moesha," Maya says, causing Maximo to snort bedside me. "We need you."
"So sad." Uncle Eric moans again.
"Did the big bad political men scare you?" Riley asks him.
"They made me sad." Uncle Eric responds.
"Well, get up, we need a voice!" Maya yells at him.
"No, not getting up. And there is nothing you could do that's gonna make me possibly get..." Maya tempts him with the cereal. "Oh! Oh. That's just a big chocolatey bowl of goodness, isn't it?"
"Get back in the race, you can put this in your face." Maya sings.
"That was horrible," Maximo tells her.
"No, no, I will not be bought by your catchy jingle." Uncle Eric tells them.
"Get back in the race, you can put this in your face." Riley tries.
"Oh, man, now it's gonna be in my head all day, you mind witches." Uncle Eric says removing the blanket and sitting up. "Gimme that." He grabs the milk and syrup from Riley before pouring it into his mouth, before shaking his face and swallowing. "Oh, that's the stuff."
"So you're in?" Maya asks him.
"Hold. Hold." Uncle Eric says passing the ilk and syrup back to Riley. "Hand." he tells Maya who passes him the cereal, "I won't be needing that," he tells Maya when she tried to give him the spoon. He dumps his head into the bowl of cereal. "You know, they set us up to lose, Maya."
"You know my name?" Maya asks him.
"Of course I know your name." Uncle Eric tells her. "I like you very much."
"Then help me grow up in a better world," Maya tells him.
"How?" Uncle Eric.
"Win," I say from the couch. "It's the only way."
"You think we can?" Uncle Eric asks.
"Yeah, I do.
"Why?" Uncle Eric asks.
"Because we completely believe in the impossible," Riley tells him.
"How's that for a slogan?" Maximo says. "Eric Matthews, believe in the impossible."
Maya smiles at him before turning back to Uncle Eric. "We believe that we can change the world."
"Why?" Uncle Eric asks again.
"Because we're kids," Maya replies.
"Isn't that why you wanted our help?" Riley asks. Uncle Eric passes her the bowl of cereal. "Okay," Riley says before shoving her face in there.
Uncle Eric nods and smiles. "That's my niche." he looks over at me.
"Not in billion years." I tell him.
John Quincy Adams Middle School, Auditorium
"Okay." Dad says starting the senatorial debate. "First question to Senator Graham." He turns to the audience, "Please identify yourself."
Janitor Harley stands up. "Thank you. Harley Keiner, head custodian. I'm proud of my school and the environment I help create for my kids." Everybody in the audience claps for him. "Aw, really? Thank you, my kids. My question is, what are you gonna do for the little guy?"
"I have never believed there are little guys." Senator Graham says. I've always believed that all voters are equal in stature."
"I already don't believe you." Harley tells him.
"What about non-voters?" Lucas asks.
"This election isn't about them. They'll have elections of their own soon enough." Senator Graham responds.
"Lucas, you're not allowed to interrupt," Dad tells Lucas. "The senator has one minute."
"Thank you." Senator Grahams says only for Dad to hit the timer.
"Time," Dad says. "Mayor Matthews, your response?"
"Of course this election is about them." Uncle Eric responds. "Every election is about them. We have children and we make our whole lives about them."
"I'm sorry. Hold on a minute. Did you just say you had children?" Senator Grham asks. "Because you don't actually have any children of your own, do you, Matthews?"
"No, I don't." Uncle Eric agrees. "I have a niche, a flower and their brother who's my cousin Auggie!" he says excitedly causing me to smile.
Senator Grham faces the audience again. "I have come here to this fine school to stand in front of you children, even though you do not vote, because you're too young to understand what's important in this world."
I couldn't take it anymore, I stood up. "I never really understood that," I say. "We are involved in politics even before we're born. Pro-life?Pro-choice? Ring any bell? That right there is a part of politics. And just last year we children, voted for student body president. We voted somebody that we think will do right by us because we children do know right from wrong."
Amelia stands next to me. "And we children will in fact in four years time be able to vote for mayor, senator, and president and hopefully for somebody that's gonna do right for this world."
Farkle stands up. "Because we understand that we want our chance to get to live in it."
Lucas also stands up. "And that's what should be enough to lower the voting age so we can get a chance to vote against people like you."
"To vote for whom? Him?" Senator Graham says. "This man-child who doesn't even have experience in his biggest issue? He has not raised children." Graham turns to Uncle Eric. "Convince me you have a right to lead them, and I will concede the future to you and to them."
"You're right." Uncle Eric tells him. "I don't have the experience that you have, but you've been doing this for a very long time, senator, and we don't see anything getting any better. And, no, I don't have kids yet, but I care about them very much."
"But you can't prove it." Senator Graham says.
"But I can," TJ says from the audience.
"Excuse me?" Senator Graham asks.
"My name is TJ Murphy," TJ tells him. "Thomas Jonathan Murphy. Eric Matthews knew me once as... "
Uncle Eric looks at him in shock. "Tommy?"
"Hi, Eric." TJ greats unknown to him we were all filming this like Dad said we should use the media. "The best thing Eric ever did for me was one of the hardest decisions he had to make. He gave me up to a wonderful family that raised me, but I've never forgotten what I learned from Eric, either. Kindness, honesty and more respect for human beings than I've ever known anyone else to have. Eric Matthews sacrificed himself for the future of a child. You sacrificed the future of children for yourself, senator. So here's my question," TJ stands up. "Is there really any choice here?"
Uncle Eric walks down from the podium and grabs TJ's shoulder. "Man. Look at you. You grew up to be a really good person."
"Yeah, I learned from some really good people," TJ tells him.
"And now you may applaud," Dad says and everybody starts to clap.
" Well, maybe we don't have a vote, Lucas," Maya tells Lucas.
"Did you just call me Lucas?" Lucas asks her in shock.
"I've always known your name. I like us all very much." Maya tells him.
"Maybe we do have a voice," Farkle tells us.
Amelia looks around. "Of course we do."
"So, what do you want to say, robot?" Riley asks Farkle.
"You. Me. Earth. Let's do this thing." Farkle responds before we all waiting up on stage to hug Uncle Eric.
Matthews Apartment, Living Area
"Eric, what's the first thing you're going to do if you win?" Lucas asks him.
"I'm going to adopt Tommy." Uncle Eric answers
"Can't," Tommy chuckles. "But you can hire me. I'd like to keep being part of the campaign if it's okay with you."
Uncle Eric smiles at him. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Mom and Dad come out each carrying a suitcase. "Guys!" Riley says jumping up. "Did you hear?Uncle Eric could win. He could be one of our country's leaders."
"Hard to believe," Amelia mutters.
"Yeah, we know," Dad says looking nervous while Mom nods her head and hums.
"So where you going?" Riley asks them
"Far." Mom answers.
"Far far away," Dad says.
"As far as we can go," Mom says. "Good luck to you.
"Bye," Dad tells us before they both ran out the apartment.
"I don't know what I more offended by, the fact that the there leaving us to fend for ourselves to the fact that didn't take me with them,"I say.
Extra: Valentines Day Special: Queen Meets Valentine
It was Valentine's Day, and I walked into school with Amelia. "So what are you and my brother doing for Valentine's Day?" She asks me as we both opened out lockers.
I take my history book out of my locker. "Not much, we're gonna make snacks together and then watch a movie."
"13 and already wifey material." She teases me.
I nudge are in the side. "Hahaha." The two of us closed our locker and made our way into Dad's history class, only to stop at the doorway. There was something sitting in Amelia's chair. Everybody is looking at Amelia waiting for her reaction, I noticed that Zay looked especially nervous.
"What is this?" Amelia says as she walks closer to her desk. There was a black teddy bear with a white snout, in its left hand there was a gold rose in its right hand, there was a heart-shaped box of chocolate. Amelia takes the Rose and gently lays it on the desk, before taking the box of chocolate and opening it. In it, there was a note.
"Just had to send a special friend a wish for love and laughter. Happy Valentines Day. Zay." Amelia reads out loud, are head instantly snaps to Zay. "Zay, did you do this for me?"
Zay grins nervously. "I had a little help." He says looking at me. "The chocolates her all milk chocolate with strawberry and caramel fillings. Rose told me those were your favorite." Amelia continues to stare at him. "So what..I mean... um.. do you like it?"
Amelia puts the box of chocolate down and grabs the teddy bear and squeeze it. She walks over to Zay and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "I love it. Thank you."
Zay holds his left cheek where she kissed him and grins. "You're welcome."
"Okay, everybody takes your seats," Dad says starting class. "Since it's Valentine day I thought I'd give you all a lesson on the history of Valentine's Day. The history of Valentine's Day and its patron saint, St. Valentine, is covered in mystery..."
It was six pm and I was setting everything up for my Valentine date with Maximo. Mom and Dad were on a double date with Uncle Shawn and Katie, Riley was over at Maya's and Auggie was in his room with my laptop hanging out with Ava and Atlas, he was under strict instructions to only come out if it was an emergency.
I'm not Betty Crocker but I have been helping Mom cook since I was eight so I'm a pretty cook and Maximo he's the one that cooks for him and Amelia so I'm sure between the two of us we can make something edible to eat.
There was a knock on the front door and I raised to open it. There was Maximo and I Have to say he looked pretty good. He was holding a big bag.
"Happy Valentines Day," he says leaning down and giving me a peck on the lips.
I smile. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too." I look at the bag. "Is that for me."
Maximo hides the bag behind his back. "Yes it is, but it's not until after our date."
I pout, before sighing when Maximo didn't budge. "Fine," I say letting him in. "What do you wanna make?"
"Well we're gonna watch a movie so, popcorn obviously," he responds as he sets the bag on the couch and makes his way to the kitchen with me.
"Okay then, we can make peanut butter caramel popcorn."
Maximo licks his lips. "My favorite."
I smile at him. "Well, I also got Mom to buy ingredients to make mini chocolate dipped cookies, meat-lover pizza, apple fritter rings and fudge browns. We have juice and soda in the fridge. We just have to make enough for Ava and Auggie.l"
Maximo nods and rolls up his sleeves. "That sounds good. Where are the Mr. and Mrs. anyway?"
"There in Auggies room," I telling pulling out the sugar. "I wasn't sure if you would mind them being in the room or not."
Maximo smile at me. "For making the snacks it's fine for, but for when we watched the Movie, I should just be us."
I smile back at him. "I'll go get them then. You finish setting up."
He salutes me. "Yes Ma'am."
I giggle before walking to Auggies room and knocking on the door. "Come in." I heard Auggie call out.
I opened the door the two of them looked up at me while Atlas as laying on the bed. "Do you two wanna help us make snacks?" I ask them.
The two of them look at each other seriously. "Can we lick the spoons afterward?" Ava asks.
I smile at them. "Of course you can." the two of the smile at me before scurrying of the bed. I look at Atlas who still laying on the bed. "You coming we're gonna having bacon." Atlas barks at me and charges pass me.
When I got to the kitchen it was the sight of Maximo helping Ava put on an apron. Auggie walks over to me wearing his own apron. "What are we making?"
"Well," I tug Ava to me. "Why don't Ava and I make the chocolate dipped cookies and the fudge brownies. While you boys make the apple fritters and the popcorn and we can make the pizza together." The four of us worked together in the kitchen, joking around with each other and passing Atlas pieces of bacon, and while watching Maximo help Auggie, I couldn't help but think that he would make a great Dad.
After we were done cooking we made Ava and Auggie their own plates. "Why don't you guys take the picnic blanket from the storage and lay on the floor, so you too can have your own mini valentines picnic," I tell them. The two of them look at me excitedly before Auggie ran to the storage room to get the blanket and me and Ava carried the snacks to his room.
Once Auggie and Ava were settled in Auggies room with Atlas I came back to see that Maximo had already set everything on the coffee table and had popped the movie in. The two of us are going to watch the 'Grown Ups 2' I haven't watched it yet but Maximo said had and he said it was a pretty good comedy, neither of us really like romance movies.
Maximo looks up at me. "They all set?"
"Yep," I reply popping the p. We but took a seat on the couch, Maximo wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I laid my head on his chest. Nestled on the couch we both enjoyed the movie, our time together was filled with laughter and joy and by the time the movie was over there was barely any snacks left, mostly due to Maximo.
"That was a good movie," Maximo says as he pops the movie out.
"Wasn't it?" I ask. "I would have enjoyed it more if somebody didn't eat all the apple fritters."
Maximo shrugs. "You snooze you lose." he teases he seats next to me.
I stick my tongue out at him. "Just for that, you're not getting your present."
Maximo grabs his bag from behind the couch. "I guess you don't want this then."
I pout at him. "Maybe I don't."
Maximo shrugs and gets up. "I guess I'll just go home then." He makes for the door and I grab his hand to stop him.
"Fine," I say. "You win."
Maximo seats back down. "Don't I always." I raise an eyebrow at him. "I mean I won you." We both looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
"That was so cheesy, cheesier than pizza," I tell him through giggles.
He chuckles. "Yeah I have no idea what I was thinking." he shakes the brag. "So wanna exchange presents?"
I stand up. "Hold on let me get yours." I walk into my room and grabbed Maximo's present, before walking back to the living room and seat next to him. "Let's open them at the same time," I say passing him the wrapped box while Maximo passed me the bag.
I open the bag to see that in it was a huge box. Lifting the lid of the box I saw it was filled with all my favorite candies, a huge white teddy bear, and blue roses. I turn my head to him so I can thank him when I was met with lips on mine, we continued to kiss for a couple more seconds. "I take it you like you present," I say.
He holds up the camera and grins. "Like it? Rose I love, it's the Fujifilm X-T20. But it most of the cost you a fortune. How'd you afford it."
I smirk. "Did you know Ava's parents were willing to pay me 200 dollars an hour to babysit Ava and Auggie when they went to a business meeting last week? I had her six hours. That along with all the money have saved up since your birthday and doing extra chores I was able to afford it. It actually just came in this morning."
He smiles at me."And you choose to spend the much money on me?"
I smile at me. "It's worth it. You're worth it."
He kisses me again. "So what do you think of your present?"
I smile at him. "My favorite candy, a huge teddy bear, and my favorite type of roses. I love it."
He chuckles. "You didn't dig through it, did you?"
"Dig?" I ask him, he gestures for the box and I put my hand in it and rove a small velvet box, as soon as I opened it my mouth widens. I smile at Maximo before hitting him in the arm with a pillow.
"Oww," he complains rubbing his arm. "I thought you would like it."
"I do," I tell him. "But it's too much." he bought me a sterling silver Pandora bracelet that already had three charms on it, my birthstone, a blue rose and a vintage R.
He pouts. "Than why'd I get hit?"
"Maximo what did you get my birthday and Christmas?" I ask him.
"For your birthday I got you a handbag and for Christmas, I got you tickets to go see Aladdin on Broadway," he responds.
"No, for my birthday you got me a Michael Kors red Bristol Floral Appliqué Leather Crossbody, and for my Christmas, you didn't just get me tickets you got front row tickets and a backstage pass for my whole family." I shove the box holding the bracelet in his hand. "The teddy bear, the candy, and the roses her enough. You don't need to spoil me."
He gestures to his camera. "And you aren't spoiling me?" He takes the bracelet and gently grabs my wrist and puts it on. "My family's rich Rose and I honestly don't need the amount I get for allowance. I like spoiling you Rose because you deserve it." He shrugs, "Besides, I know you don't like me for my money."
I opened my mouth to protests but he kissed me before I could. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be.
Once he releases my lips I smile. "We're setting a limit on how much we can spend on each other for birthdays. Christmas, and any other couple related things."
He chuckles. "Fine," he says before kissing me again.
A/N: Sorry I'm late I updated it on wattpad on the 10th and forget to update it here, I hope you all like this chapter and the extra. So I have been messaging user Gandydie000 who is helping me come up with ideas for the story, which honestly is really helpful because for most chapter I have no idea what's going to happen and what I'm going to change until start typing I don't plan ahead for anything except the main episodes so I really do appreciate you guys comment, reviews, and constructive criticisms, the help me review my writing and give me inspiration.
For those who are wondering Zay and Amelia are not dating, their kind of like Lucas and Riley they like each other but haven't done anything about it.
And for those interested in the meaning of flowers, Blue roses symbols; An appreciation for the enigmatic, the impossible, or the unattainable, the extraordinary, the first flush of love, caution, and the excitement of the possibilities that new ventures bring.
So once again thank you for reading and don't forget to review and comment.