AN-So I got this request, and I thought that since it sort of went with a request I got shortly before, why not just make it a sequel to it? So this chapter is a follow up to chapter 185, where Freddie threatens Emma's first boyfriend.
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Dust
"Hey, daddy?" Ashton said, walking into the living room with Quincy and carrying her pink pearbook. "My laptop's acting up again. Can you fix it?"
"Yeah, sure, sweetie," Freddie nodded, taking her computer. "What's wrong with it?"
"Quincy and I are trying to add some pictures to our slideshow for our English project, but it won't let us," Ashton explained.
"I thought Emma was supposed to be working with you guys on this," Freddie said, typing a few commands onto the computer.
"She is," Quincy mumbled.
"She's out with Chase again," Ashton said.
"Oh...Chase," Fredde said darkly. "Stupid Chase."
"Pathetic Chase, is more like it," Quincy said. "You know today in my math class, it took him five minutes to figure out what twelve times four was?"
"What a moron," Freddie laughed.
"But he's so amazing looking, it doesn't matter," Ashton pointed out. "Though not more amazing looking than my Neil...Gross, daddy! What are we watching?"
She cringed at the T.V, which was showing a close up view of a bug-like creature.
"Oh, it's just some documentary on the horrors of dust mites," Freddie said. "Your mom and Emma wanted me to record it. I'll turn it off if you don't-"
"Wait, no, I've seen this before," Quincy said. "It's really interesting!"
"Dude, we have a project to finish," Ashton reminded him.
"I know," Quincy nodded. "But a little break couldn't hurt..."
"Hey, my dust mite show!" Sam said happily, walking into the room and plopping herself down next to Freddie.
"How can you watch this?" Ashton said. "It's disgusting!"
"Well yeah, but that's what's so awesome about it!" Sam said.
Just then, they heard the front door of the house slam open.
"Oh, hey, Emma, you have to help us finish our project!" Ashton said to her twin sister as she passed into the living room.
"Leave me alone," Emma mumbled, throwing her bag on the floor and hurrying upstairs. A few seconds later they heard her door slam shut.
"Was she crying?" Freddie whispered to Sam.
"Yeah," Sam nodded looking serious.
"What happened?" Ashton asked, frowning, concerned for her sister.
"I don't know," Freddie said. He handed her back her computer. "Why don't you and Quincy go finish up your project in my office?"
"Okay," Ashton nodded. "Come on, Quince."
Quincy, who had been staring up the stairs where Emma had just run up, followed her.
"Well, guess we should see what's up," Sam sighed, getting to her feet. "Though I'm guessing it's not going to be good."
Her and Freddie walked upstairs to the twins bedroom.
"Emma," Freddie said, knocking on the door. "Emma, are you okay?"
"Go away," came the muffled voice of his daughter.
"Em," Sam said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
Sam and Freddie exchanged concerned looks before Sam opened the door.
Emma was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes red and her cheeks tearstained.
"Sweetie," Freddie said softly, sitting down with Sam at the edge of Emma's bed. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying, okay!" Emma snapped.
"Emma," Sam said knowingly. "What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Emma mumbled, hugging one of her pillows.
"Um, okay," Sam nodded. She gave Freddie a look. "Your dad and I will just go then and-"
"Chase dumped me!"
Anger boiled in Freddie's blood. How dare that boy do this to his daughter! The second he got his hands on him...
"Aw, Emma," Sam said, putting her arms around her.
"He told me I wasn't what he thought I would be," Emma cried. "He thought I'd practically be his little cheerleader and just drool over him around the clock, like I don't have a life! And tonight, he told me that he was going to be working out at the gym tomorrow, and he wanted me to be there to see how much he could bench. I told him that I was hanging out with some girls from the tack team tomorrow, and then he dumped me! He said I obviously wasn't 'devoted' enough to him!"
"Come here, Em," Freddie said, sitting down on her other side and pulling her into a hug. "Listen to me. You are an amazing girl."
"Gee thanks," Emma said, rolling her eyes. "Where'd you get that one? Your dad handbook?"
"He's right, Emma," Sam chuckled.
"You're strong-minded, independent, and smart," Freddie said. "There's no guy in the world that could ever change that about you."
"So what? I'm just supposed to be the lonely tough girl for the rest of my life?" Emma said.
"No," Freddie said. "One day you'll meet someone who won't want to change that about you."
"Yeah," Sam said. "I mean, I found one, didn't I?"
"Great, I'll marry someone like dad," Emma mumbled.
"Not necessarily someone just like him," Sam smiled. "You'll find him, though, Em. Trust us."
"Okay," Emma sighed. "Not to be rude or anything, but can you guys leave now? I sort of want to be alone now. Plus, before I came home, I snuck Chases's phone out of his pocket and I have some very embarrassing photos to upload to the school's website..."
"You sure you're okay?" Freddie asked gently.
Emma shrugged. "I guess."
Sam kissed the top of her head. "Chase was a total stubrag."
"A huge one," Freddie smiled as him and Sam got up off the bed.
"You guys still never told me what a stubrag was," Emma pointed out.
"And we're not going to," Sam grinned. "Night, Em."
"And remember, if you want to talk to us, we're right down the hall," Freddie said. "Oh, and when you're uploading those pictures, please make sure that they can't be traced back to our IP address. We don't need another government guy coming over here again."
"Got it," Emma nodded, typing away at her computer.
"I'm going to kill that Chase," Freddie said as him and Sam closed the door behind them. "He made her cry!"
"Baby, Chase is ten times your size," Sam said. "He'd pound you like a rock."
"Not when I'm fueled with rage!"
"Whatever you say," Sam smiled. "Man, Emma's just like me, isn't she?"
"You've just noticed?" Freddie grinned.
"I'm serious Fredbag," Sam said. "I know exactly what she felt like tonight! Do you know how hard it is when some guy to dump you because you're too intimidating and won't sit around like his little puppet?"
"Which guys were those?" Freddie frowned. "Jonah? Pete?"
"Pretty much all of them except you," Sam said, leaning up to kiss her husband. "And if Emma's lucky, she'll find a guy who she loves just as much too."
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Later that evening
Emma, wearing a pair of old sweatpants and oversized pajama shirt yawned as she headed downstairs into the kitchen. She was still feeling too upset to sleep, so she figured she might as well eat.
"Quincy?" Emma frowned, stopping in her tracks as she spotted the boy sitting on her living room couch, watching T.V. "Why are you here?"
"Oh, it's raining pretty hard outside, so your parents told my parents not to worry about picking me up," Quincy explained, looking over at her. "So I'm sleeping on the couch."
"Ugh, could you at least not be sitting in my seat?" Emma moaned. "I don't need it clogged up with your-Hey, is that the dust mite documentary?"
"Yeah," Quincy grinned. "It's one of my favorites. Do you want to watch with me?"
"Uh, yeah!" Emma nodded, hurrying over to the couch and sitting next to him. "I love this! Those things look so gross! It's awesome! Rewind it so I can see the beginning, Quinert!"
