AN-This is a sequel to chapter 188, where Freddie teaches his twins how to slow dance for a school dance.
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"Jason, for the fifth time, no!" Sam said, rolling her eyes as she opened the fridge, looking for something to eat.
"Mom, come on, why not?" Jason moaned. "I have my license now!"
"You've had it for one day," Sam pointed out.
"Exactly!"
"What's going on here?" Freddie asked, walking into the kitchen.
"He's just begging for the car again," Sam said, pulling a container of leftover lasagna out of the fridge.
"Oh," Freddie said.
"Dad, I just want to borrow the car to drive to El Taco Guapo and hang out with my friends for a little bit," Jason pleaded.
"Jason if your mom said no, then the answer's no," Freddie said, pouring himself a glass of juice.
Sam sighed and gave Freddie a look. He shrugged.
"Fine," she conceded, handing Jason her car keys. "But you're only going to El Taco Guapo. If we find out you've been anywhere else, you're loosing your license."
"Thanks!" Jason yelled as he hurried out the front door.
"So, are the girls still getting dressed for the dance?" Freddie asked.
"Ashton is, I think," Sam said. "Emma's been done for awhile already. She's just watching T.V. up in her room."
"Hello Bensons," Carly said, letting herself into the house along with her daughter Clarissa, who was already dressed for the dance.
"Hey, Carls," Sam replied. "Looking good, Clarissa."
"Thanks," Clarissa smiled.
"Emma and Ashton are upstairs," Freddie told her.
"So guess what you two are doing tonight?" Carly said to Sam and Freddie as Clarissa hurried upstairs.
"Well I have three episodes of Plastic Surgeries Gone Bad on the DVR," Sam said.
"And I was going to work on my new model train," Freddie said.
"Wrong," Carly said. "You two are coming to the dance to help me chaperone."
"Yeah, okay Carly," Sam scoffed. "Like that'll ever happen."
"Come on guys, please?" Carly begged. "I had two chaperones just call and cancel and unless I can replace them, we're going to have to cancel the dance."
"So rope Gibby and Tasha into it," Freddie said.
"I can't; Gibby's got Pilates and Tasha has some modeling gig," Carly said. "Come on, guys, you two are my last hope!"
"But I don't want to-" Sam began, but just then, Emma, Ashton and Clarissa came downstairs.
"Well, what do you think?" Ashton asked, spinning around in her new dress.
"Very nice, Ash," Sam smiled.
"Can't believe I have to wear a dress to this thing," Emma mumbled, pulling at the light blue dress she was wearing.
"You look nice, sweetheart," Freddie told her.
"Yes," Carly said. "And wouldn't it just be a shame if these girls here, who are all dressed up, ready for their first formal school dance, couldn't get to go because their parents just wanted to stay home and watch plastic surgeries and play with trains? The gentle pitter-patter of their tears hitting their pillows tonight keeping you awake as you lay there, basking in your own guilt?"
Sam glared at Carly. "You're crafty, aren't you…fine, well chaperone the dance."
"Yay, thanks a lot, you guys," Carly said.
"I guess I'll go drop Tyler off at my mom's, and then we'll get going," Freddie sighed.
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"Isn't!"
"Is!"
"Alright, what are you two going on about now?" Carly sighed, walking over to Sam and Freddie, who were hanging out by the refreshments table.
"Sam thinks a hammer is the most efficient tool, but I say it's totally overrated," Freddie said.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you actually knew how to use one!" Sam snapped.
"Oh my God," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "Has being at this school again reverted you back to your teenage selves or something?"
"Carly, don't you think a hammer's only purpose is to just ram nails into wood?" Freddie asked.
"I like to stay neutral in your little arguments," Carly said. "Especially the ones that are perhaps the most pointless things I've ever heard."
"Well we're bored," Sam said. "There's nothing to do at a seventh grade dance."
"Well you can come help me deal with a big ice emergency out in the parking lot," Carly said, grabbing Sam's wrist.
Freddie watched as his wife and Carly hurried out of the school's cafeteria. He turned back to the dance floor, where he spotted Ashton and Clarissa dancing with a group of kids. Much to his despair, there were boys in that group…He'd have to remember to keep an eye on them.
"Hi, dad," Emma said, coming over to the refreshments table, grabbing a brownie.
"Hey, why aren't you dancing?" Freddie asked.
"I was, but then I realized I hadn't eaten anything for forty-five whole minutes," Emma said.
"Ah," Freddie chuckled.
"Cool, brownies," Quincy Gibson said, joining them at the refreshments table.
"Hey, Quincy, how's it going?" Freddie asked.
"Repulsing girls on the dance floor?" Emma smirked.
"Emma…" Freddie warned her.
"Freddie," Carly said, hurrying back over to the table. "I need you to carry some bags of ice in."
"Why's the dance need so much ice?" Freddie frowned.
"Oh just come on," Carly said, grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
"Are you putting salsa on your brownie?" Quincy frowned as he watched Emma spoon the red goo onto her brownie.
"What? I like spicy and sweet," Emma defended.
"Whatever," Quincy said, grimacing as Emma took a bite of her creation.
Just then the music, which had previously been a fast-paced pop song, changed to a slow song.
"Great," Emma mumbled, watching as the teenagers on the dance floor began to couple up.
"You're not gonna dance?" Quincy asked. "I thought you were all excited to dance with that Mikey dude."
"Eh, dude out turned to be a total loser," Emma said. "I was talking to him earlier today and you know he doesn't even follow professional wrestling? How lame is that?"
Quincy rolled his eyes. "But Ashton told me your dad taught you and her to dance just for tonight?"
Emma shrugged. "There will be other dances."
"Do you, you know," Quincy started. "Maybe want to dance with me? My dad made me take father-son ballroom dancing when I was younger."
Emma laughed. "How do you have a professional model for a mother, but wind up with a dad who's even worse than mine?"
"Just the way the universe works, I guess," Quincy said. "So, you want to dance?"
"Hmm," Emma said. "I guess that would get that creepy dude over there to stop staring at me. Let's hit the dance floor, Quinclump."
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"Okay," Carly said as her, Sam and Freddie came back into the cafeteria. "A potential ice disaster avoided thanks to us."
"I can't feel my hands," Sam mumbled.
"Aw, look, everyone's slow dancing," Carly said, ignoring Sam's comment as she looked out on the floor of middle schoolers. "There's Clarissa and Ashton dancing with those two guys from the soccer team."
"Stupid soccer players," Freddie said darkly.
"Where's Emma?" Sam asked.
"She's just over there, dancing with Quincy," Freddie replied. "At least that's one daughter I don't have to worry about and-Hey! Hey, that soccer player's getting too close! Hey, kid!"
"And he's gonna make a scene," Carly sighed.
"Yup," Sam nodded. "Hey, you think there's any of those sprinkle cookies left?"
