AN- As promised, whenever there is a Seddie-kid-centered oneshot, I'm adding a high school seddie oneshot with it.
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Attempt
"Explain it to me one more time," Freddie said.
"Ugh, fine," Sam moaned. "If the offensive team throws the ball and the defensive team catches it, it's called an interception, and the defensive team gets ball possession."
"But what down would that be then?" Freddie asked.
"Dude, you're like, the one guy in America who doesn't get football," Sam sighed, shaking her head.
"I could tell you all about the new rams of the latest Pearbook models," Freddie muttered indignantly.
"Yeah, but no one cares about that," Sam smiled, leaning over to give her husband a kiss. "Anyway, baby, Tyler will tell you what's going on during the game tonight. The whole point of you taking him to the biggest Cobra game of the year is so that you two can make an attempt to bond and what not."
"I know," Freddie said. "I'm looking forward to that, just not the whole…football part."
"Well Tyler's been looking forward to this game all year," Sam said. "And speaking of which, you two better get going."
"Oh, right," Freddie said, looking at his watch. "Tyler! Come on, we've got to go!"
"Coming!" Tyler said, racing down the stairs, wearing his Cobra's jersey.
"You excited?" Sam grinned.
"Oh yeah," Tyler nodded. "I was looking up the predictions on this game on the Internet, and everyone's saying that this is going to be one of the best football games in history. And me and dad get to be there!"
"Well then let's go, we've got an hour drive ahead of us," Freddie said. "And while we drive, tell me the difference between the quarterback and the running back, because right now, I've got no clue."
Once Freddie and Tyler had left the house, Sam kicked her feet up on the coffee table and grabbed the remote, ready to enjoy a relaxing evening on her own. Just as she had turned on her favorite channel, the Surgery Channel, her sixteen-year old daughter, Emma, came downstairs and flopped down on one of the armchairs in the room.
"I didn't know you were home," Sam frowned. "I thought you had a date with Quincy tonight."
"Yeah, so did I," Emma sighed. "But he called and told me that he couldn't make it tonight. So now I'm stuck at home watching the Surgery Channel."
"Hey, I'd say that's still a pretty good night," Sam said.
Emma gave a small smile. But then it faltered. "Um, mom…when you and dad broke up that one time in high school…did you see it coming?"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, muting the television.
"Like, did he become sort of…distant?" Emma asked.
"Um, not really," Sam replied. "The problem was that we spent too much time together. And we weren't really ready to deal with that then…it was easier to just break up. I mean, we obviously realized how stupid that was eventually. Why?"
"I dunno," Emma mumbled. "It just sort of feels like Quincy doesn't want to hang out as much lately. He canceled our date tonight, lately he's always been busy after school. Even when we talk on the phone, he makes some lame excuse to go after ten minutes."
"Well, maybe he's just, I dunno, stressed about something," Sam reasoned, not liking the sad expression on her daughter's face.
"About what?" Emma said. "He doesn't have a stressful life!"
"Look, Em, there's a million reasons why he could be acting weird," Sam told her. "Having Gibby as a dad could finally be catching up to him, school, guy stuff…it doesn't have to be because of you."
"So should I, you know, talk to him?" Emma asked.
"Well…I generally try to avoid giving the talk advice," Sam said. "But that's probably your best bet. Ordinarily I'd suggest numchucks, but I don't need Gibby on my case about that."
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The next day at the high school, Emma leaned against her locker, in deep thought.
"You wanna come to the mall, Em?" Ashton asked her twin, coming up to her with the girls' best friend, Clarissa. "We're gonna go try and find some cute skirts at that new store that opened up."
"I know you're still upset that they replaced Choco-Meats with it," Clarissa said. "But they have some good stuff there!"
"Huh?" Emma said, snapping out of her thoughts. "Oh, um, no. I'm gonna pass."
"Okay," Ashton shrugged. "Tell mom I'll be home by dinner."
Emma watched as her twin and best friend disappeared around the corner. She turned her head and spotted Quincy Gibson walking over to his locker. Not able to help herself, Emma hurried over there to him.
"Oh, hey Em," Quincy smiled as his girlfriend approached. "I was just going to text you."
"Were you?" Emma asked, crossing her arms. "Spill it, Gibson. What's up?"
"What do you mean?" Quincy frowned.
"I mean, why have you been so…distant lately?" Emma asked. "You're usually the one wants to hang out all the time and be all couplely…what gives?"
"Oh…you've noticed?" Quincy sighed.
"Yes I noticed!"
"Well, that's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about," Quincy said.
Emma's face dropped. Was this it? Was she about to get the break-up speech?
"Actually," Quincy said. "I can show you…come with me."
"Huh?" Emma said. "What do you mean show me?"
"Just come on," Quincy said, grabbing her hand.
Quincy led Emma out to the school parking lot and over to his old beat up car. He opened up the trunk and took out a large object that was covered up with a cloth.
"What is that?" Emma asked.
"I've been working on it for a couple weeks now," Quincy told her. "In pottery club."
"You made this in pottery club?" Emma said. "It's huge!"
"I know, which is why I had to work on it a lot at home," Quincy said. "And, well, it's why I've been acting so distant. I wanted to get it done."
"So you couldn't have just told me that?" Emma said, giving him a light punch on his shoulder.
"No," Quincy said. "I couldn't."
"Why?" Emma asked, confused."
"Because," Quincy smiled, lifting the cloth off his project. "I wanted to surprise you."
He revealed a large, beautiful floor vase. Upon a closer look, Emma saw that the entire thing was plastered with pictures of her and Quincy, like a collage.
"It's for you," Quincy told her. "Do-Do you like it?"
"Y-Yeah," Emma nodded, breathless.
"Oh wait, one more thing," Quincy said, running up to the front seat of the car and opening the door. He grabbed a bouquet of flowers and handed them to Emma. "These are for you too, you know, for the vase."
Emma looked at him, and started to laugh.
"What?" Quincy asked.
"It's just," Emma explained. "I thought the reason you were being so distant these past few weeks was because you wanted to break up with me."
"Why would I break up with you?" Quincy asked.
"I dunno, I'm awesome," Emma grinned.
"I know," Quincy laughed, leaning down to kiss her. "You are."
