Drum roll please! The long awaited update! I'm sorry it took so long, it's been real busy and hectic and everything is just getting back to normal. This is just kind of a filler chapter, so excuse it if it's not my best! Read and review anyhow!

"I'm not carrying the eggs first, Hathaway," Freddy shot at the raven-haired girl that was his 'wife.' The bell signaling the end of first period had rung a good two minutes ago, yet a certain couple remained in Mrs. Bates ninth grade English classroom, arguing heatedly.

"You are, too!" Summer replied, narrowing her eyes.

"You're the woman of this household," Freddy said, his voice becoming louder. "You do what I tell you to!"

'Big mistake there, Freddy,' Mrs. Bates thought silently, so wrapped up in the argument that she didn't think that the students had another class to attend.

"Excuse me?" Summer squealed, one hand thrown upon her hip, the other moving dangerously close to Freddy's face.

"You won't get away with that again," he smirked, grabbing Summer's wrist. Summer smiled mischievously as her other hand moved up slowly. Quickly, Freddy reached down and grabbed her other wrist. "I win," he stated simply.

"You most certainly do not win!" Summer pouted, racking her brain furiously for something to do.

"I do too," Freddy replied.

"Fine," Summer sighed.

"Wait, wait," Freddy said. "Let me hear you say 'Freddy won.'"

Pursing her lips, Summer muttered, "Freddy won."

"I don't believe the entire state of New Jersey heard you, Summer," Freddy replied, cocking an eyebrow in amusement.

"Freddy won," Summer said in her normal tone of voice. "Are you happy?"

"I'm so excited," Freddy said dryly, letting Summer's arms fall back to her sides. "And I just can't hide it. I'm about to lose control and I think…Hey!" Freddy's babbling of song lyrics was cut off by Summer's hand meeting his cheek for a third time since the project had begun.

"Get over your excitement, Romeo," Summer said, the smirk that Freddy had worn minutes earlier plastered on her face. "Because I most definitely just won."

The echo of the smack must have smacked Mrs. Bates back into reality, because suddenly she became her teacher self again. "Freddy, Summer," she said, standing from her desk. "You're already late for class, and are cutting into my only free period, so I suggest you either step outside or continue this argument later."

Freddy and Summer nodded politely and glared their way out of the classroom.

"You made me late for class!" Summer hissed, holding out the two, shiny white eggs. "
Now take these before I miss class completely."

"No," Freddy said, jerking his hands away from Summer, who just happened to be dropping the eggs into his hands. Their eyes widened as both eggs hit the ground, splattering their insides everywhere.

"Freddy!" Summer squealed in a whisper. "You broke our kids!"

"You're the one that dropped them!" Freddy protested as Summer dropped down to her knees, placing the remainder of the eggshells in her hands.

"We're going to fail," she squealed, not caring about volume this time. "Who cares if you're going to fail? I'm going to fail! I'll never get into college. I'm going to work at a Burger King, probably with you! I might as well start practicing my line 'Would you like fries with that?'"

"Hey," Freddy said. "You're pretty good at that."

"Shut it, Frederick," she shot, her eyes as narrow as they could possibly go. "Help me clean this up." Freddy sighed in defeat and moved himself to his knees.

"Isn't this what janitors are for?" he asked, looking at his yolk-covered hand in disgust.

"If a janitor cleaned it," Summer hissed, "then they'd know we broke both of our children. If we clean it, no one finds out."

"Don't you think Mr. Franklin will check to make sure we have our kids in 'proper order' in our little therapy session this afternoon?" Freddy asked, tossing some eggshell in a nearby garbage can.

"He will," Summer replied. "But he will never know that any of this happened." Two rolls of paper towels later, Summer grabbed Freddy's wrist and led him down the hall.

"You do realize we're like skipping class entirely, right?" Freddy asked.

"Shove it, Frederick," Summer replied as she pushed open the door to the cafeteria.

"What are we doing?" Freddy whispered, looking around the empty lunchroom suspiciously. He didn't like to be in there after the 8th grade meatloaf and hairy cockroach that was still alive incident.

Freddy shuddered as Summer replied, "Having children…again. Just let me do all the talking, Jones."

"What are you…" Freddy began, but was cut off by a stout woman with a short, gray buzz cut emerging from the kitchen shouting.

"Vat are you hooligans doing in here?"

"Hello, Inga," Summer said, putting on a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Ah!" Inga shouted, rushing over to give Summer a hug. "'Ello, Zummer! Vat brings you to my fine establishment?"

"I'm doing an article for the newspaper on how wonderful your food is," Summer said, smiling again.

"Oh! Vell, certainly, come in zee kitchen!" Inga said, beckoning Summer to come with her. "Vait," she said. "Who iz thiz?"

Freddy began to speak, but Summer cut him off. "Frederick here is my photographer."

"Zen vhere is your camera?" Inga asked suspiciously.

"Oh, well I'll have to come back and schedule a photo date," Freddy replied, as they headed into the kitchen. "We wanted you to look your best for the picture of course."

"How considerate," Inga said, beginning the tour. "Zis, is my studio! Vhere zee artist goes to work." Freddy snorted and stifled a laugh.

"Oh," Summer said, looking around for eggs. "Well, could you open the refrigerator, please? We might need to take some samples of your materials."

"Of course," Inga said, opening the large refrigerator. "Vat do you need?"

"Definitely eggs. Two of them, actually. They're vital to any meal," Summer said matter-of-factly as Inga placed to eggs in Summer's hands.

"Vat else?"

"Oh, nothing, that's it! We'd better go back to class now."

"You aren't going to ask me anything about my life?"

"Oh, yes," Summer said, backing towards the door. "What's your favorite color?"

"Red," Inga said in a confused manner.

"Good, good! Thanks, Inga!" Summer said and ran out of the room, Freddy close behind. "Voila," she said. "Romeo and Juliet, take two."

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