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"Okay, what are you doing?" Freddie frowned as he walked into the living room, spotting his wife sitting on the couch with a large wad of paper and a straw.
"Well, I was just sitting around, and then I got to thinking, you know? It's been years since I've made a good spitball," Sam replied, tearing off a bit of paper and stuffing it up her straw. "So, I decided I'd get back to it." And with that she put the straw in her mouth and blew the spitball out right at Freddie's AV club trophy from high school that was sitting on the fireplace.
"Aw, Sam! You've got spitballs all over my trophy!" Freddie exclaimed. "I got that for being the best student in Seattle as enhancing three-dimensional graphics!"
"Ah yes, your golden-geek award," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Hey, did you drop Tyler off at his friend's house?"
"Yup, just make sure you pick him up by ten tomorrow morning," Freddie said, wiping off his trophy as he sat down next to Sam.
"Bye," Emma said, hurrying downstairs towards the front door.
"Wait, wait, wait," Sam said. "Where are you going?"
"Out," Emma said.
"Out where?" Freddie asked.
"Oh, um, I'm meeting up with some girls from the soccer team," Emma replied. "We're gonna grab something to eat and then go hang out at that new shopping plaza."
"Okay, well just be home by eleven," Sam said.
"Alright," Emma said as she headed towards the door.
"So how long do you plan on sitting here and shooting spit balls?" Freddie asked as Sam re-loaded her straw.
"Until I get bored," Sam said, spitting a spitball at her husband's face.
"Lovely," Freddie sighed.
"Mom, dad, is it cool if I go to that under 21 dance club with Clarissa and some girls from school?" Ashton asked, walking into the living room.
"Sure, just be safe," Sam said.
"And no dancing with boys!" Freddie said.
"Whatever," Ashton said, rolling her eyes. "Bye, I'll be home by eleven!"
"Hey," Freddie said as Ashton closed the front door behind her. "You realize that we're on our own tonight?"
"Are we?" Sam said.
"Yeah," Freddie grinned. "So, would you rather sit around here and spit spitballs, or have me take you out on a nice romantic date? You know, just like in the old days."
"Hmm, I am craving some Pini's lasagna," Sam smiled.
"Good," Freddie said, giving her a long kiss. "Then let's get going."
"Okay, let me just grab my purse," Sam said.
"And leave your spitball shooter!" Freddie said.
"Ugh, fine!"
…
"Hi, could we have a table for two?" Freddie asked the waiter at the front of Pini's.
"There will be a ten minute wait, sir," the waiter replied.
"That's fine, thanks," Freddie said.
"Hey, when was the last time we went to dinner, just the two of us?" Sam asked Freddie as she leaned against a wall.
"Probably on our anniversary eight months ago," Freddie said. "Which means this dinner is long overdue."
"Yeah, it is," Sam smiled. "Hey, do you think this place still has-Wait a minute…"
"What?" Freddie asked.
"Is that-Is that Emma?" Sam asked squinting over at the restrooms where her daughter was just coming out.
"Yeah, it is," Freddie nodded. "This is where she was coming to eat with her soccer team? Seems like a weird choice for-Hey! She's sitting down with some dude!"
"Yeah, she is," Sam said. "And is she wearing a dress? She wasn't that dressed out when she left the house, was she?"
"No," Freddie replied.
"Huh," Sam said. "I guess…I guess she's on a date."
"A date?" Freddie frowned. "With who?"
"I don't know, I can only see the back of the guy's head!"
"Well, maybe it's not a date," Freddie said hopefully. "Maybe she's just having dinner with him as a friend."
"They're holding hands," Sam said. "Dude, seriously, chill out. She's fifteen; she can date boys. She's not a little-Holy chiz, that's Quincy!"
"Quincy Gibson?" Freddie asked.
"No, the other Quincy we know, yes Quincy Gibson!" Sam snapped.
"Really? Since when are they dating?"
"I don't know!" Sam said. "Oh man…my daughter's on a date with the spawn of Gibby!"
"Who needs to chill out now?" Freddie smirked. "Man, I wonder when this happened…I always thought they hated each other."
"They didn't hate each other," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "They hated each other like we hated each other when we were their age. Crab, they're gonna wind up getting married, aren't they? You realize we're gonna be sharing grandchildren with Gibby?!"
"Sir? Madam? Your table is ready," the waiter said, approaching Sam and Freddie.
"Um, actually, change of plans, we won't be needing that table," Sam said quickly, grabbing Freddie's hand.
"Yeah, maybe some other time, thanks," Freddie said as Sam pulled him out of the restaurant.
…
"Yo, Gib?" Sam said, bursting into the Gibson house with Freddie.
"What?" Gibby asked from his sofa.
"Um, are you cutting your toenails?" Freddie frowned.
"It's Saturday night," Gibby said. "Saturday's toenail-maintenance day."
"I think you need more than a day for those things," Sam grimaced, looking down at his toenails.
"Can I help you with something, or did you just come here to abuse my feet?" Gibby asked.
"Do you have any idea where your son is?" Freddie asked.
"Sure, Huey and Kirby are at the same sleepover Tyler's at," Gibby nodded. "You dropped them off there, remember?"
"Your oldest son," Sam said. "Quincy."
"Oh, he said he was going to the fruit exhibit downtown," Gibby said, filing the nail on his big toe.
"Well, that was a lie," Sam said.
"What do you mean?" Gibby frowned.
"Your son, Quincy," Freddie said. "Is out on a date at Pini's with Emma."
"Really?" Gibby said. "Alright Quincy!"
"Dude!" Freddie exclaimed.
"What? Emma's good looking," Gibby said.
"She's my daughter!" Freddie said.
"Look, did you have any idea they were dating?" Sam asked.
"No," Gibby said, shaking his head. "But hey, isn't this great? We're practically in-laws now!"
"Ugh!" Sam cringed.
"So why are they keeping this relationship a secret?" Freddie asked.
"Dude, it's Emma," Sam said. "You know she's not a big fan of feelings and what not. She's probably scared of admitting that she's dating Quincy because, well, as weird as it may seem, she probably really likes him, and she doesn't want to risk screwing that up."
Freddie and Gibby stared at her.
"Wow, that was deep," Gibby said.
"Oh just go back to your toenails!" Sam snapped.
"Maybe you're right," Freddie sighed. "But what are we supposed to in the meantime? Pretend we still have no idea."
"I guess," Sam nodded. "Until they finally tell us."
"Or until you catch them making out or something," Gibby said.
"Dude!" Freddie cried.
…
"You know," Ashton said, slamming the front door as she entered her house. "Everyone else is allowed to stay out to at least one o'clock. Why can't you just extend my curfew two hours?"
"Because," Freddie said simply.
"Hey, Ash?" Sam asked as Ashton was about to head upstairs.
"Yeah?" Ashton said, turning to her mom.
"Has Emma told you anything lately?" Sam asked. "You know, about her 'love life'?"
"No," Ashton frowned. "Why?"
"No reason," Sam said quickly.
"You think she really doesn't know?" Freddie asked as Ashton disappeared upstairs.
"No," Sam said. "Ashton can't lie to save her life. I guess Emma really hasn't told anybody."
"I can't believe she has another boyfriend," Freddie sighed. "She just broke up with Chase a few months ago!"
"Come on, you like Quincy, don't you?" Sam said. "I mean, even I have to admit he's not bad for a kid who has Gibby's DNA running through him."
"Yeah, I guess he's a good kid," Freddie nodded. "I suppose I can handle him dating Emma. He's way better than Chase, at least."
Just then the front door opened and Emma came in. She had changed out of her dress and was now wearing the outfit she had left in.
"Hey," she said to her parents.
"Hey, Em," Sam said. "You have fun tonight?"
"Yeah," Emma smiled. "I did."
"Good," Freddie said.
"I'm hungry, though," Emma said, taking off her jacket. "Do we have anything decent to eat?"
"There's some brownies in the kitchen," Sam told her.
"Sweet!" Emma said, running into the kitchen.
"You guys!" Carly suddenly exclaimed, running in through the front door. "Is it true?"
"What's true?" Sam frowned.
"I was just at Gibby's to get my pedicure kit back from him, and he told me that Quincy and Emma are dating!" Carly said excitedly.
"Carly, shh, keep your-"
"What?" Emma frowned, coming out of the kitchen with a brownie. "What-What did you just say?"
"Er…um," Carly said, nervously glancing at Sam and Freddie.
"Oh my God!" Ashton yelled, running downstairs. "Did I just hear that right? Emma's dating Quincy? Oh my God, Emma! That's so cute!"
"What? I-No!" Emma said, blushing. "I-No!"
"Oh my God, it is true!" Ashton grinned, running over to hug her sister. "See how red she's turning!"
"Ashton, why don't you head upstairs?" Sam sighed.
"Fine," Ashton conceded. "But Emma, you have to tell me everything, okay?"
"Great," Emma mumbled as Ashton went back upstairs. "Now I have to deal with that all night."
"So, um, you are dating Quincy then?" Freddie asked.
"Fine, whatever, yeah," Emma groaned. "I am. How the heck did you find out though? Did Quincy let it slip? Because if he did I swear, I'm gonna pound his guts right out!"
"No, he didn't let anything slip," Sam said quickly. "Your dad and I sort of saw you two tonight at Pini's."
"You were spying on me?" Emma exclaimed.
"No, no," Freddie said. "We weren't, I promise. Your mom and I decided to go out, and well, we just happened to pick the same restaurant. But once we saw you two, we left."
"Oh," Emma said.
"And we did go over to Gibby's and asked him if he knew about it," Sam admitted. "And I guess he told Carly…"
"Yeah, I'm really sorry I just blurted it out to the whole world," Carly said. "But, you should really be blaming Gibby. He told me knowing that I can't keep these things secret at all."
"It's fine," Emma sighed.
"So, how long have you two been, you know, coupled up?" Sam asked.
"Do you remember that big black out a month ago when everyone was over here?" Emma asked. "When him and I got locked in the basement?"
"Yeah," Freddie nodded.
"Well…that's when we…coupled up."
"Aw, that's sweet," Carly smiled.
"I guess," Emma shrugged. "Hey, I think I'm gonna head up to bed. I'll try not strangle Ashton, but if she's too obnoxious with her questions, I can't be held responsible for my actions."
"Night, Emma," Sam said.
"I should probably get going too," Carly said.
"See you, Carls," Freddie said. "Let me guess, you'll be telling Clarissa this the second you get home?"
"Please, I bet Ashton already called her and told her," Sam said.
"Probably," Carly laughed. "Anyway, I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Well," Freddie said once Carly was gone. "This was certainly an…eventful night."
…..
AN-I already have a oneshot about when these two get together It'll be up tomorrow.
