AN-Hey, Emenette574, I actually haven't read any Sam& Cat fanfics yet; is there already a page up for them? And I didn't mean to take your idea, I guess we just imagined Sam and Cat's business starting the same way, lol. Anyway, I'd love to read you Sam&Cat fanfic, if you want to give me the link?

Anyway, this chapter is a sequel to chapter 185, where Emma starts dating a guy that Freddie really does not like. I know I already made them break up in an earlier chapter, so I guess this one just takes place sometime before that. Hope you enjoy!

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Nightmare

"Hey, mom, what are we having for dinner?" Sam's daughter, Emma, asked her.

"Um, probably spaghetti and meatballs," Sam said.

"Okay…and any chance of you changing that to lobster or something?" Emma said.

"If you want to go out, buy the lobsters and cook them, then be my guest," Sam said. "And I thought you loved meatballs."

"She's just freaking out because Chase is coming over for dinner," Ashton said, grinning as she walked into the room.

"I'm not freaking out," Emma snapped.

"Then why did you spend like, half-an-hour on your hair today?" Ashton asked. "You usually run a brush through it and are done in about two seconds."

"Why don't you get a life besides watching me do my hair?" Emma said.

"Oh yeah…he's coming over tonight," Sam said.

"Mom, you forgot?" Emma exclaimed.

"Calm down," Sam said. "It's just dinner."

"You see," Ashton said to Sam. "Freaking out."

"I'm not-!"

"Okay, okay, chill," Sam said.

"Whatever, I'm out of here," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

"Gonna go spend an hour picking out your outfit for tonight?" Ashton said, chuckling.

"That's it!" Emma said, making grab for her sister. Luckily, Sam caught Emma just in time and held her back.

"Hey! No fighting unless your dad's in charge!" Sam said.

"She deserved it!" Emma said.

"I don't care," Sam said.

"See what I have to put up with?" Ashton said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for my nail appointment with Clarissa."

"And I'm gonna go…look through my closet," Emma mumbled. "For something non-clothes related!"

Sam shook her head as her twins ran off in different directions.

"Hey, I heard yelling," Freddie said, coming downstairs into the living room.

"Emma and Ashton," Sam said simply. "Oh, and in case you forgot like me, Chase is coming over for dinner tonight."

"Chase," Freddie repeated darkly. "You mean he's still around?"

"Yes, he's still around," Sam said.

"I really don't like that kid," Freddie mumbled. "Are you sure it's considered bad parenting if I go up there and forbid Emma from dating him anymore?"

"Pretty sure," Sam nodded.

"But come on!" Freddie said. "You can't tell me you like that guy; he seems like a total stubrag!"

"Hey, you finally used that word right!" Sam said. "And, sure, I'm not exactly…fond of Chase, but, you know, apparently Emma is, so we just have to deal with him. I mean, it's not like he's a criminal or anything-"

"How do you know?" Freddie said. "Now if you would've let me run that background check on him…Man, I wish Jason wasn't away at college. He'd be on my side about this. He's pretty protective of Emma and Ashton."

"Look, just be nice tonight, okay?" Sam said. "Just try making small talk and keeping anything…non-pleasant inside your head."

"I'll try," Freddie sighed. "But no promises!"

"Thank you, baby," Sam said, giving him a short kiss.

"You know," Freddie smiled. "This conversation's usually reversed."

"I know," Sam nodded. "Feels weird being on this side of it…"

…..

"Hey, is that my shirt?" Ashton frowned as Emma walked into the kitchen. "Who said you could borrow my shirt?"

"Mom, dad? You want to know what time Ashton got back from her date last night?" Emma said.

"You know what, that shirt looks a lot better on you," Ashton said quickly.

"Wait, what time did you-" Freddie started, but the doorbell rung and cut him off.

"Okay, everyone; be cool!" Emma said.

"Hey, Chase is on the football team, right?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah," Emma nodded as she began walking towards the front door.

"You think he'll go out back and play ball with me then?" Tyler asked.

"You are forbidden to talk to him, Tyler," Emma said firmly. She reached the door and opened it, revealing her boyfriend.

"Hey, Chase," she smiled, standing on her toes to give him a quick kiss. "Come on in."

"Gross," Tyler cringed.

Emma glared at him.

"What? I didn't talk to him, I was talking to the room," Tyler said.

"Hey, Papa Benson," Chase said, nodding at Freddie. "How's it going?"

"It's going…well, Chase," Freddie said, clenching his fists as he held back what he really wanted to say to this boy.

"And hello Mrs. B," Chase said, turning to Sam. "Man, aren't you looking nice tonight."

"Um, thanks, Chase," Sam said.

"So, what are we eating? I'm starved?" Chase asked.

"Meatballs," Emma replied. "Come on, let's go into the living room while we wait."

"Tyler," Freddie said as the two headed out of the kitchen. "I will give you ten bucks to go in there and be extra annoying."

"Sweet," Tyler said, taking the money from Freddie.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Sam said, shaking her head as Tyler ran out.

"What? I don't want them…kissing on my couch," Freddie said. "That couch is for sitting and enjoying television programing only!"

"Huh," Sam nodded. "Maybe you should start listening to that rule."

"Well we're allowed to," Freddie said. "We bought the couch!"

"Whatever," Sam said, said as she placed the food down on the table. "Yo, dinner's ready!"

The three Benson kids, plus Chase, filed into the kitchen.

"Dang, Mrs. B, looks good," Chase said, sitting himself down at the seat at the head of the table. "You lucked out, Papa Benson. A wife that's good looking and can cook."

"Yes, well…" Freddie said through his clenched teeth. "Um, actually, Chase, you're sitting in my-"

But Sam shot him a glare.

"Fine," Freddie conceded. "I'll just sit in this seat…that's not mine."

"Um, so Chase?" Sam said as everyone began eating. "Emma says you're on the football team…that must be…interesting?"

"Oh yeah, it's awesome," Chase said, his mouth filled with food.

"I'm sure it's a good way to get into college," Freddie said. "If you're good enough, you might get drafted my a pretty decent school."

"Oh, I'm not gonna do that college thing," Chase said, swallowing.

"You're not going to go to college?" Freddie repeated, frowning. "I see…and you plan to get a job how?"

"Chase wants to start his own business," Emma explained.

"Oh yeah," Ashton nodded. "Aren't you trying to start some sort of dog walking business?"

"Not dog walking, dog talking," Chase said.

"Dog talking?" Freddie said. "As in…you're going to talk to dogs?"

"Oh yeah, they have a lot to say," Chase nodded. "One time I spent three hours talking to my dog and we totally got to know each other a lot better!"

"Um…okay," Freddie nodded. "That sounds…well, I'm sure a lot of people will bring their dogs to you to be…talked to."

"Yeah, and if you guys ever get a dog and want me to talk to him, don't worry, I'll give you a discount," Chase said. He turned to Sam. "Especially if you bring it in."

The rest of the dinner, Freddie continued to try and make conversation with Chase. But each time that boy opened his mouth, Freddie felt a stronger urge to hurt him. Once they finally had desert, Freddie was overjoyed to see Chase go.

"Aw, too bad you can't stay," Freddie said, hoping his voice didn't seem as phony as he thought it was.

"Well, I've got to go help my brother move his furniture out of his ex-girlfriend's apartment," Chase said. "Man, that chick was crazy; she tried to get my brother to get rid of his tattoo of a muffin! Can you believe that?"

"No…I cannot," Freddie said.

"I'll walk you out," Emma said, taking her boyfriend's hand.

"Well, it's official," Freddie said, walking into the kitchen, beginning to pick up the dishes from the table. "My worst nightmare has come true; my daughter's dating a complete loser."

"He wasn't that bad," Sam said.

"Not that bad?" Freddie said, crossing his arms. "Sam, he thinks he can talk to dogs!"

"Okay, fine, he's a loser," Sam sighed.

"And worst of all, he was clearly hitting on you the whole time!" Freddie said. "How weird was that?"

"Yeah, that was super creepy," Sam admitted.

"How much longer do you think we'll have to put up with him?" Freddie asked, placing the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

"Until him and Emma break up," Sam said.

"Man I hope that's soon," Freddie said. "I don't think I can deal with this guy much longer."

"Hey, Emma's a pretty smart girl," Sam said. "Either Chase has some…worthwhile quality that we don't know about…some quality hidden really deep down, or she'll come to her senses soon and dump him."

"Yeah," Freddie nodded. "Yeah, you're right."

"Good," Sam said. "Now I'm gonna go order fireworks online because being the responsible one in this relationship is really freaking me out."