Passion
"I-I can't believe we're finally here," Sam said as she jumped out of her and Freddie's van. "I've dreamed of this day for so long, but now it's finally here!"
"Sam, it's a meat festival," Carly said, rolling her eyes as she got out of her own car, which was parked next to the Benson's.
"Between her and Emma, it's all I've been hearing about for the past week, Carls," Freddie sighed. "Those two are really passionate about this meat festival."
"Yeah, because it's the biggest event of the year," Emma said, hopping out of the car. "Bigger than Christmas, Halloween, Fourth of July…"
"It's too bad Ashton's a vegetarian and didn't want to come," Clarissa said, heading over by Emma.
"Her loss," Emma scoffed.
"Can we go in already?" Tyler asked his parents. "I can smell the barbecue chicken from here."
"We have to wait for Quincy to get here," Freddie said.
"Ugh, why's Gibby got to drive like a ninety-year old woman?" Sam moaned.
"There he is now," Carly said as Gibby's van pulled into the parking lot.
"Finally!" Sam exclaimed as Gibby parked and got out of the car. "What took you guys so long?"
"There was this awesome yogurt stand we passed on the way," Gibby said, spooning out some yogurt from a container. "Anyone want some peach yogurt?"
"No one wants your dang yogurt when we're feet away from a meat festival!" Sam snapped, grabbing his yogurt container and throwing it on the ground.
"Okay," Freddie sighed. "Let's head in. The place closes down at five, so lets meet back at the exit at five till, okay?"
"Alright, alright, bye!" Emma said, grabbing her ticket from her father and then pulling Quincy.
"Wow, Quincy's going to wind up spending a fortune with Emma," Carly said to Freddie, chuckling.
"You mean like I'm going to be doing with Sam?" Freddie asked.
"Fredpus, come on already!" Sam said, grabbing Freddie's shirtsleeve. "I want to get some of those one-pound corndogs they have here!"
"Sam! Careful with my-" Freddie started, but was interrupted by a loud ripping noise as his shirt sleeve pulled apart from the rest of his shirt.
"Well," he sighed. "That's just fantastic."
…..
"This place is amazing!" Emma said happily as she took a bite out of the third turkey leg that she had made Quincy buy her.
"There's just insane amounts of meat," Quincy said as him, Emma and Clarissa walked through the festival.
"There's games," Clarissa pointed out. "And over there there's a stand where you can get any type of meat painted on your arm-Oh my God, Emma! Look at the hot guy working that stand!"
"You gonna go over there and flirt it up?" Emma grinned knowingly.
"Shoosh yeah I am!" Clarissa said, quickly fluffing her hair as she ran over to the stand.
"Well," Emma sighed as she watched her best friend disappear. "Guess I'm stuck with you then."
"Thanks," Quincy said, as he rolled his eyes.
"Eh, guess it won't be that bad," Emma smiled, giving her boyfriend a quick kiss. "Come on, let's go to the ribs station now!"
"Can't we do something I want to do now?" Quincy asked.
"Fine," Emma said. "What do you want to do, Quincstub?"
"How about we go look around that historical museum they have set up over there?" Quincy asked. "We can learn about how people in the olden days used to eat their meat."
"A museum?" Emma frowned. "As in an educational activity? What's wrong with you? How many times did your dad drop you when you were a baby?"
"I'm pretty sure it was only three times," Quincy said. "But come on, it will be cool. And how about this? Right after we finish up there we go over to the pork chop contest and you can beat everyone there?"
"Will you buy me some steak too?" Emma asked hopefully.
"I suppose," Quincy smiled.
"Then you have yourself a deal," Emma said happily. "Now lets go get this lame museum out of the way."
…..
"Do you realize you probably made your poor husband spend 300 bucks on you?" Carly asked Sam later that evening as the party made its way out of the festival; Freddie lagging behind the rest of the group a bit since he was carrying the multiple bags of souvenirs Sam had made him purchase.
"Hey, we're married; that's my money too," Sam defended.
"Well, all in all I'd say this was a good day, though," Carly said. "Everyone had fun, didn't they?"
"Yeah, other than me loosing that pork chop contest," Emma mumbled darkly.
"Hey, second's not bad," Quincy told her.
"Yeah, and let's be honest, did you really think you could beat your mom?" Freddie asked, finally catching up to everyone. "I mean, I know you eat a lot, but Sam's a different story…"
"I play to win, you should know that by now," Sam smirked as they reached their cars.
"Oh man, we need to get back home; I think I forgot to feed my new hamster!" Gibby said, looking at his watch. "Come on, Quincy! Herve needs his three meals a day!"
"Bye, Em, I'll call you later," Quincy said, rolling his eyes at his father.
"We'll see you guys later too," Carly said as her and Clarissa headed back to their car. "Bye!"
"You know," Freddie said, loading up all of the meat into the back of the car as the kids got into the front seat. "I'm gonna smell like meat for the next few days from carrying this all day."
"Maybe that will help you later on tonight…" Sam whispered in his ear, giving him a quick kiss.
"I can't believe how much meat you got Quincy to buy for you," Tyler said to Emma as his parents got into the car and started the engine.
"Yeah, well," Emma said, biting into a piece of jerky. "I've got him trained."
"Nice work," Sam said, grinning at her daughter, giving her a high five.
