DISCLAIMER: Me no own, you no sue.

A/N: And so enters teen Gracie and Simon.

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SLAM!

"Argh!"

"It's home! Oh God, Nicky what do we do?" Asked the fearful blond.

"The only thing we can do Greg...hide!" The Texan said as he scrambled up off the couch, knocking his husband off his lap in the process.

"Ow!" Greg yelped, when his rear end hit the ground.

"Dad! Pops!"

"Why does she have to call me that? It makes me sound old." Greg whined, as Nick helped him up off the floor.

"I don't know."

"I liked Papa much better." Greg grumbled, then both froze as a very agitated seventeen year old Gracie came barging into the room. Her eyes locked onto her fathers' and she scowled.

Pointing an accusing finger at the two, she yelled, "Why does your species have to be so..so...ugh, so barbaric!?"

She moved to the couch and plopped down, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling at the television set.

Nick and Greg looked to one another then sat on either side of her, "What happened?" Nick asked.

"Jacob Monroe happened!"

"Do I need to find a place to hide the body?" Greg asked, smiling.

Gracie smirked, "Maybe."

"What did that boy do?" Nick growled out and got up to pace the floor, thinking up ten different ways to get rid of this Jacob Monroe with no one the wiser.

Greg groaned and put his arm around Gracie's shoulder, pulling her to rest in the crook of his arm.

"Nick stop the dramatics. Squirt, what happened?"

"Don't call me Squirt! I'm as tall as you!"

"I'll stop calling you Squirt when I'm dead and buried, now what happened?"

Gracie glowered, "Jacob Monroe, Swim Team Captain, he's what happened! The Spring Dance is coming up and he asked me if I would go with him."

"Well that's great--"

"Not finished," Gracie interjected, "Then, after the shock wore off and I was about to answer, his mouth twitched and him and his friends burst out laughing! He was joking, JOKING!"

She threw up her hands and growled in frustration. Gracie knew she wasn't as beautiful as most of the girls who went to her school, but she wasn't that bad to look at. Was she? Sure she was a little...curvier than most of the other girls and the glasses didn't help much but she still thought that she was decent enough on the eyes.

"I know I'm not a looker but why did he have to be so...so..." She hung her head and hid her eyes in her hands, groaning.

"Gracie your--" Both Nick and Greg started, only to be cut off by Gracie's muffled voice.

"Pretty, cute, beautiful, yeah, you're my parents, you have to say that."

"Gracie, we don't say those things because we have to, we say them because they're true." Greg placed a finger under Gracie's chin and lifted her face up so she could see his, "If this Jacob guy can't see what we can then he's a loser."

Gracie sniffled a bit and looked at her fathers, "Really?"

"Really. He's the one missing out on--"

Three loud quick knocks sounded on the door and Nick stopped mid-sentence to answer it, soft voices sounded from the hall before Nick came back into the living room with Simon on his heels. As opposed to this morning's look of perfection he was now sporting a black eye, split lip, disheveled and torn clothes, and his hair was all mussed up. He was holding his cracked and broken glasses in one hand while the other waved at her sheepishly. Gracie quickly stood and made her way over to her best friend, "Simon, what the heck happened?"

"I, ah, heard what happened with Jacob."

"You didn't do anything stupid did you?"

Simon smiled shyly, "Define stupid?"

Gracie groaned and punched him in the arm, "Simon Thomas!"

"Ow!"

"You dumb boy! Why did you go and have to get into a fight!?" Gracie stomped off into the kitchen, getting a wet cloth for his lip. She came back and grasped his chin, taking the cloth she carefully wiped off the blood from his lip and chin.

"I wasn't about to just let him get away with treating the girl I...my best friend like that. He deserved it! I just wish I could have done more damage before his goons came to his rescue."

"You won?"

" Gracie, I'm surprised. You doubt the fighting abilities of Simon 'The Iron Fist' Thomas? Tsk, tsk."

A small smile escaped her lips as she tried to keep on her 'I'm-so-mad-at-you-right-now' face. One Greg and Nick had often become the recipients of in some of her more hormonal teenage moments.

Simon smirked, "Your welcome, by the way."

Gracie grumbled out something that resembled a 'idiotic boys' and 'thank you' before she turned away.

Greg smiled as he watched the two interact. Simon's blue eyes stayed on Gracie as she left the room and a wistful smile played on the boy's lips. Nick and Greg watched Simon silently for a moment before they glanced at each other.

Both had an amused and bewildered look on their face and Nick whispered the words, "When did this happen?"

Greg just smiled and looked back towards the two teens as Gracie returned and hugged Simon as a real thank you for his act of stupidity slash chivalry. A look of pure happiness was plastered on Simon's face. Making Greg's smile widen as he looked back towards Nick.

"Love just happens, Nicky. You should know that by now." He whispered.

That old Texas smile that Greg had fallen in love with came beaming out at him with a vengeance and Nick pulled Greg into his arms, kissing him hard on the mouth, "Oh don't I know it, Sweetheart."

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