AN-You guys really seem to like the idea of Sam and Freddie's daughter pairing off with Gibby's son. I got a lot of requests to do more with them, at least. More of them will be up later on. Hope you guys like this.
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Kidding
"So I'm thinking of getting something new done to my hair," Carly said, flipping through a magazine as she sat at Sam and Freddie's kitchen counter.
"Um, like what?" Sam frowned.
"Oh, I dunno," Carly shrugged. "Maybe some bangs, or like, a few highlights. Or maybe-What are you doing?"
"Fredward hid my box of Fat Cakes that I used to have stashed in our bedroom," Sam said, opening the cabinets above the stove. "He said he was getting tired of having Fat Cake crumbs in the bed…Man, he'd better hope I find them soon, or else he's going to wake up tomorrow morning with itching powder in his boxers."
"Er, okay then," Carly said. "Hey, I'm sure Clarissa already asked Emma or Ashton this, but since we're still painting Clarissa's room, is it cool if she sleeps over here tonight."
"Yeah, sure," Sam nodded. "Hey, you think maybe Freddie hid my Fat Cakes in the garage? Maybe in the-"
Just then, the front door opened and Freddie and Sam's fifteen-year old twins and Carly's daughter walked into the house.
"Hey, how was school?" Carly asked as Ashton and Clarissa hung their jackets up by the door while Emma simply dropped hers on the floor.
"Good, I found out I'll be getting straight A's this semester," Ashton said happily.
"Nice work, kid," Sam said. "Hey, did you see your dad hiding a box of Fat Cakes anywhere?"
"Um, no?" Ashton frowned.
"What about you girls?" Carly asked Emma and Clarissa.
"Well, I found out I'm not failing anything this semester," Emma said, heading to the fridge.
"Good, because I can't deal with any more parent teacher conferences," Sam said.
"And I think I decided I want to do something new with my hair, mom," Clarissa said. "Maybe new bangs, or some highlights, or-"
"Oh my God, I was just talking about doing something like that with my hair!" Carly said excitedly. "We can go to the salon this weekend and get mother-daughter cuts together!"
"Yeah, that will be so much fun!" Clarissa grinned.
"Aren't I such a cool mom?" Carly said, turning to Sam.
"Yeah, you're just the coolest," Sam said.
"So what do you guys want to do tonight?" Ashton asked Emma and Clarissa, grabbing herself a pear from the fruit bowl on the counter.
"We could go see a movie," Clarissa suggested.
"Nah, there's nothing good playing," Emma said, biting into a Fat Cake.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Sam said. "Emma, where'd you get that Fat Cake?"
"There's a whole box of them under the sink," Emma replied.
"Under the sink…" Sam mumbled, quickly pulling the cabinet under the sink open and pulling out the box of her beloved snack. "Nice try, Fredbat. Can't keep Mama from her food."
"What about the mall?" Ashton asked.
"The good sales don't start until Sunday," Clarissa pointed out.
"Yeah, and I'm sick of hanging out at the mall," Emma added. "You two always make me spend an hour in Glitter Gloss. Why don't we do something fun for a change? I know! Let's go to the Go Kart track!"
"But that place is so expensive," Ashton said. "I'm trying to save up for that new purse I've had my eye on…unless someone wants to give me an advance on my allowance-"
"Nice try, Ash," Sam said, stuffing half a Fat Cake in her mouth at once.
"Actually, you get a discount if you go in a group of four or more," Clarissa said.
"There you go, it's all set then," Emma said.
"Emma, I know you got a C in math," Ashton said, rolling her eyes at her twin. "But in case you didn't realize, there's one, two, three of us. Not four."
"Ugh, fine, call up Quincy and tell him to get his nubbish butt to the track with us," Emma said.
"Quincy's not going to want to spend his night with us," Clarissa grinned.
"I know," Ashton giggled.
"Why? It's not like he has anything better to do," Emma frowned.
"Wait, are you serious?" Ashton asked. "You really don't know?"
"Know what?"
"Quincy's going out with Leah Armallie now," Clarissa explained.
Emma nearly choked on her Fat Cake. "What? Since when?"
"Since after lunch today, right before fifth period," Ashton said. "Weren't you listening to him at lunch?"
"No! I thought he was just droning on about something stupid like he always does!"
"Well he was saying how he was going to ask her out," Aston told her.
"So-So you're telling me," Emma said. "That Leah Armallie, head cheerleader and pretty much the most popular girl in our school, actually agreed to go out with-with Quincy Gibson? You've got to be kidding me."
"Wow, guess he takes after Gibby," Carly chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Clarissa asked.
"When we were in school, for some reason, all the really pretty girls seemed to fall for Gibby," Carly explained. "We never did figure out why."
"There's got to be something wrong Leah," Emma said, shaking her head. "Maybe all that hair dye finally seeped in through her skull and started affecting her brain."
"Why are you freaking out about this so much?" Ashton asked.
"I am not freaking out about it!" Emma snapped. "I'm just…concerned about the chemicals that must be going into hair dye now days. Clarissa, if you get highlights, make sure you read all the warning labels. Apparently one of the side affects is now terrible judgment of guys!"
She threw her Fat Cake down and stormed upstairs, slamming her bedroom door shut a moment later.
"Okay then," Ashton said, shaking her head. "I'm gonna go do my nails. Clarissa, you have to see this new shade of blue I got. It really goes with that dress I bought last week."
"Cool," Clarissa grinned as her and Ashton headed out of the kitchen.
"Wow, I guess it's something in the Gibson blood," Carly said. "I would've never thought Quincy could date a head cheerleader. I mean, no offense to the kid, but he doesn't really seem like the kind of guy who could get a girl like that to go out with him."
"No," Sam agreed. She looked at Emma's half-eaten Fat Cake lying on the floor. Even though the others hadn't seen it, she couldn't remember her daughter ever looking so…hurt.
….
"Oh man, would you look at that new Pear Pad," Freddie said, sitting on his and Sam's bed, looking at his laptop screen.
"How's it any different from the old one?" Sam asked, looking over his shoulder at his laptop.
"The screen's fifteen percent bigger!" Freddie said. "Plus it has a slightly faster download time for apps. Maybe I'll pick myself up one…"
"Wow, the Pear Company must make a killing from tech-obsessed dorks like you," Sam said.
"Ha, ha," Freddie said. He closed his laptop. "So, what are the kids doing tonight?"
"Tyler's sleeping over at a friend's," Sam said. "And since the girls couldn't think of anything to do tonight, they're just hanging out here with Clarissa. Hey, just so you know, Emma's in a bit of a mood."
"What else is new with her?" Freddie pointed out.
"No, it's not her usual mood," Sam said. "Quincy apparently just started going out with this preppy cheerleader from school today."
"Really? Kid takes after Gibby," Freddie said.
"Yeah, I know," Sam said.
"Wait…what's that have to do with Emma?" Freddie asked.
Sam frowned. "Are you serious? Jeez, Freddie, for such a smart guy, you're an idiot." She shook her head and headed out of the bedroom.
"Did I miss something?" Freddie frowned, following Sam out of the room.
They headed down to the living room, where their twins and Clarissa were sitting on the couch watching old episodes of America Sings. Ashton and Clarissa were laughing at the terrible auditions, while Emma sat with her arms crossed, glaring at the television screen.
"Hey, I'm gonna pop some popcorn, you guys want any?" Freddie asked.
"Yeah, thanks," Ashton nodded.
"We have the cheddar kind, just like you like, Em," Freddie said to Emma.
"I don't want any stupid popcorn!" Emma snapped.
"I told you," Sam whispered to her husband.
"Well what did I do?" Freddie mumbled.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," Freddie said. He headed to the front door and opened it to reveal Quincy.
"Hey, Quincy," Freddie greeted the teenager.
"Hey," Quincy replied. "Um, is it cool if I hang out here tonight?"
"Oh, um, sure," Freddie nodded, letting Quincy into the house.
"Thanks," Quincy said, he headed into the living room.
"Quincy?" Ashton said as he walked in. "Why are you here? I thought you would be hanging out with Leah?"
"Yeah, shouldn't you be out smooching little miss pom-poms?" Emma mumbled.
"Well, it turns out Leah agreed to go out with me because she just needed a guy to make her ex-boyfriend jealous," Quincy said, sitting down on the couch.
"Oh, Quince; that's awful!" Clarissa said, patting his back comfortingly. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I guess," Quincy shrugged. "I mean, I don't know what I was thinking…girls like Leah don't go for guys like me."
"Well, duh," Emma said.
"Emma!" Ashton hissed.
"What?" Emma said. "Oh hey, popcorn!"
"I thought you didn't want any," Sam said, setting the bowl down on the coffee table.
"Yeah, well now I do," Emma shrugged.
"I guess I should call my parents and tell them I'm here," Quincy said, pulling out his phone.
"Eh, I'll do it," Sam said. "I need to call your dad anyway and tell him to give me back my foot massager before I go over there and break it over his head…"
"Great, so you're going to hang out here all night?" Emma said. "Just when I thought I'd be getting a nub-free evening…"
But just as Sam was leaving the room, she saw Emma give a small smile when Quincy had turned his head.
…..
Later that night, after Sam and Freddie had gone up to bed, the four teenagers were still sitting on the couch. America Sings had ended, and they were now watching re-runs of The Brady Bunch. Or rather, Emma and Quincy were; Ashton and Clarissa had fallen asleep about an hour ago.
"You know, I've always thought that Alice chick was pretty suspicious," Emma said. "I mean, she's probably some undercover ninja or something…"
She turned to Quincy who was looking at the screen with a glum expression on his face.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Okay, Quincy. If you're going to be here, could you at least be mildly entertaining? So you don't get to date the pretty cheerleader. Get over it."
"Easy for you to say…" Quincy mumbled.
Emma sighed. "Dude…why'd you think it would work out anyway?"
"I know, I know, she's the most popular girl in school, and I'm well, not so popular," Quincy said. "I should've known she didn't really want to go out with me."
"No," Emma said. "I mean…why would you want to go out with her?"
Quincy frowned. "What?"
"Leah's the meanest girl in the whole school," Emma said. "And she treats every guy she dates like her little personal servants. No guy, even someone like you, deserves to date someone like her."
Quincy smiled a little. "Yeah…I guess I wasn't really attracted to her, now that I think of it."
"Then why the heck did you ask her out?" Emma asked.
"Well…because," Quincy said. "I was sick of being single. I mean, Ashton has that Neil guy she's been dating for awhile, Clarissa always goes out on dates…you had Chase."
"Yeah, had," Emma nodded. "We broke up ages ago; after I realized he was a total jerk, remember?"
"I know," Quincy said. "But the point is, you've been on dates before. I was just sick of being the only one in our group who wasn't doing any dating. So I thought, why not take a chance."
"So you picked Leah Armallie?"
"Hey, I said I was taking a chance," Quincy grinned. "I figured why not take a big chance."
"Man, you must've been really desperate," Emma said.
"Yeah," Quincy sighed. "And for those twenty minutes on our date, before I found out she was using me, I was totally miserable. I mean, all she did was go on about how pretty she thought she was…Oh well. Looks like I'll just spend the rest of my teenage years alone."
Emma looked over at Clarissa and Ashton to make sure they were asleep, and then she took a deep breath. "No, you won't. I mean, I know you're a total nub and everything, and have like, the coolness level of a frog-"
"Gee, thanks," Quincy said.
"-But eventually you'll find some girl out of her mind enough to actually fall for all that," Emma finished.
"Think so?"
Emma nodded. "Uh-huh. And I'm sure she'll be a lot better than Leah Armallie. I mean, like I said, she'll probably be completely insane, but she still exists."
"I hope so," Quincy said.
"Hey," Emma said, smiling as she picked up her laptop from the coffee table. "I have an idea."
"Please tell me it doesn't involve goats this time," Quincy said.
"No, relax," Emma said. "When me and Chase broke up, I got back at him by uploading a bunch of embarrassing pictures of him onto the Internet. Got any bad pics of Leah?"
"No," Quincy replied.
"Eh, that's okay," Emma shrugged. "We'll get some from her Splashface page…Photoshop is a wonderful thing."
