AN-So this request is a version of iLove You with Emma and Quincy.

Knife

"Well," Freddie said, coming into his and Sam's bedroom, flopping down on their bed and in the process waking his napping wife. "Looks like I'm watching Galaxy Wars: The Making Of documentary in here."

"Why?" Sam moaned, rolling over moodily. "I'm sleeping here! Go watch it downstairs."

"I can't," Freddie mumbled.

"Why?" Sam groaned, sitting up.

"Because Emma's down there with Quincy watching T.V. and I'd prefer to not watch those two being all…cuddly," Freddie said, turning on their own television.

"So you have to come in here and wake me up?"

"Oh…sorry," Freddie said.

"Baby…come on," Sam yawned. "You need to get past the whole 'I Hate That My Daughters Are Dating Now' thing. You've said before you'd rather Emma be with a boy like Quincy, who you've known since he was born and are best friends with his dad."

"Doesn't mean I like seeming them all smooch," Freddie muttered.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Whatever. But you know what? I'm sure they appreciate the privacy you gave them…the two of them all alone down there. I bet they aren't even watching T.V. anymore…"

"And I'm gone," Freddie said, springing up from the bed and hurrying back downstairs.

Sam smiled victoriously to herself as she curled back up under her covers and drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, you guys!" Freddie said loudly as he came down the stairs into the living room, happy to see that Emma and Quincy were still in fact watching T.V.

"Oh…hi dad," Emma said as Freddie sat down in one of the armchairs next to the couch.

"So, what are we watching?" Freddie said.

"Nothing," Emma said as her and Quincy got to their feet. "We're just about to head out."

"Where you going?" Freddie asked.

"My pottery club meeting," Quincy replied.

"Um…both of you?" Freddie frowned.

"Yeah," Emma sighed. "Clarissa and Ashton were telling us the other day about how important it is for couples to 'explore each others activities', and they said that we should give it a try…so that's why I'm stuck going to his lame club."

"It'll be fun," Quincy told her.

"Yeah, okay," Emma said, rolling her eyes. She turned back to her father. "Anyway, we're grabbing dinner afterwards, so I'll probably be home around nine."

"Alright," Freddie nodded. "Have fun."

"Yeah I doubt it," Emma said as her and Quincy headed out of the house.

…..

"So you guys all just sit around in someone basement making clay pots?" Emma frowned as her and Quincy headed down to the pottery club meeting.

"It's really cool," Quincy told her.

Emma bit her tongue as Quincy opened the basement door.

"Hey, guys," he said to the five other guys in the basement. "Who's ready to start making some bowls?"

"Um…Quincy?" one of the boys frowned. "There-There's a female behind you."

"Oh yeah, you guys know my girlfriend, Emma," Quincy said.

"'Sup?" Emma said.

"You can't bring girls to pottery club!" one of the other boys exclaimed.

"Why not? Because none of you have ever been this close to one?" Emma snapped.

"Guys, she's cool, she just wants to make pots with us," Quincy said. "Right Em?"

"Yes, it's all I've ever wanted," Emma said dryly.

"Everyone knows that girls can't make pots!" the boy said firmly, stepping closer to Emma to escort her out. "It's man's work! So come on, female, out you-ow!"

Emma had grabbed his arm and easily flipped him down onto the floor.

"Emma," Quincy moaned.

"So you still want to kick me out?" Emma smirked down at the boy.

"No, no!" the boy squeaked. "Stay, please! I insist!"

"So how do I make one of these pots?" Emma asked, picking up a chunk of clay.

"You spin it," Quincy explained, sitting down with his own clay at one of the old-fashioned clay spinners.

"Spin it?" Emma repeated as the rest of the boys sat down at their spinners as well.

"Yeah, it's real relaxing," Quincy nodded. "Oh! We almost forgot our clay spinning music!"

"I'm on it!" one of the boys said, hurrying over to an old radio, pushing a button so loud classical music was emitted.

"Classical?" Emma frowned. "Can't we put something on a bit more…modern?"

"No way!" the boy said. "This is the traditional music of clay spinners everywhere."

Emma shook her head. "Unbelievable."

…..

About an hour later, Quincy and the other boys, who had gone upstairs to get some snacks, returned down to the basement.

"Hey," Emma said, looking up from one of the spinners she had been making some 'adjustments' to. "Look. I fixed this spinner here so that it spins at nearly five hundred revs per minute!"

"Whoa, wait, Emma," Quincy said as his girlfriend placed a huge slab of clay onto the printer. "Don't do-!"

But it was too late. Emma had already turned on the spinner, which began to spin as such speed that chunks of clay began to fly all around the basement. Hitting the boys in the face and flying into their pots, smashing them.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Emma smirked as she slowed the spinner down.

"My pot!" one of the boys said weakly.

"Yup," Quincy sighed the next day, checking his email while him, Emma, Ashton and Clarissa were hanging out in the twins' room. "I'm kicked out of pottery club."

"You were that bad?" Ashton asked her sister.

"It was a total freak parade in there!" Emma defended. "I was the only cool person there!"

Quincy raised an eyebrow.

"And you too," Emma smiled, patting his back. "Kind of."

"Aw," Quincy smiled.

"Well, okay, so Emma's not really the pottery club type," Clarissa said. "What about you do something that Emma likes, Quince?"

"Yeah, for that all you'd need to do is lay in front of the T.V. for ten straight hours shoveling junk food down your face," Ashton said.

"Cute," Emma smirked.

Quincy turned to Emma. "What do you want to do?"

"Why don't you guys go to one of her little track meetings?" Clarissa suggested.

"Okay, first of all, they're track meets, not meetings," Emma said. "And second, it's not track season for another two months."

"Well what about your soccer games?"

"Clarissa...it's not soccer season either," Emma said, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, you'd think you'd know something about sports from being best friends with me for sixteen years."

"Well then you pick something," Clarissa said.

"Hey! I know!" Emma said. "We can go see that new version of the fourth Galaxy Wars movie, New Desires!"

"That doesn't seem that bad," Quincy shrugged.

"Oh, you must've never watched a Galaxy Wars movie with her before," Ashton said. "It's…it's something."

"Shut up!" Emma said, throwing a pillow from her bed at her twin. She turned back to Quincy. "There's a whole twenty-five extra seconds of never-before seen footage in it. My dad can't make it because he's got some meeting at work, so he bought me and Jason tickets for it last month, but Jason has midterms next week at college so he can't come home, so I have an extra ticket."

"Perfect," Quincy said. "I'm up for a little Neutron Riders and Nog Nog."

"Oh my God…" Emma sighed.

….

"So how long is this movie?" Quincy asked as the couple took their seats in the crowded theatre. "An hour? Forty-five minutes?"

"Um, try two hours and thirty-eight minutes of pure brilliance," Emma said.

"Two and a half hours?"

"I know," Emma grinned, grabbing the popcorn from him. "It's totally amazing!"

"Well…can we at least do what we do during every other movie we go to?" Quincy asked.

"You do not make out during Galaxy Wars!" Emma exclaimed. "Ever! That's like, against the law."

Quincy sighed. "Don't you think some of these people are a little…geeky though? I mean, isn't it a little much wearing a costume to a movie?"

"Hey, you're the one who looks all geeky in that stupid button down shirt and kakis," Emma said, rolling her eyes. "I told you to borrow a Galaxy Wars t-shirt from your dad."

"I don't really like his style," Quincy said.

"You have the exact same style you-Oh, shhh! It's starting!"

The theatre darkened and everyone cheered as the title flashed on screen.

As a bunch of ships began to fly onto the screen, Quincy instantly felt his eyes growing heavier. He never got the appeal of Galaxy Wars, much to his father's dismay, and as much as he wanted to try and enjoy it for Emma's sake, it was getting harder and harder to remain awake…

Exactly two hours and thirty-eight minutes later, when the film ended, Emma applauded with the rest of the audience as the ending credits rolled on screen.

"You see?" Emma said happily. "Wasn't that the best thing you've ever-dude!"

"Huh? What?" Quincy stuttered, jerking awake.

"You fell asleep!"

"No, no I didn't!" Quincy said quickly. "I-I was awake the whole time!"

"Then what happened?" Emma asked, crossing her arms.

"Um…well…some guys were in space…and-and-"

"Unbelievable!" Emma exclaimed. "Who the heck falls asleep during Galaxy Wars? What's wrong with you?"

"Well who can stay awake for two and a half hours watching weird astronauts fighting with light up swords?"

"Let's just go," Emma snapped. "You uncultured freak."

The couple stormed out of the movie theatre only to find that it was pouring down rain, and everyone was huddled outside the lobby to stay dry.

The couple stood there in silence for a few moments, both in deep thought.

"Sorry I fell asleep during Galaxy Wars," Quincy finally sighed.

"Sorry I got you kicked out of pottery club," Emma mumbled.

"No way does Princess Ablagota belong with Lou Groundrunner!" a group of people said suddenly, stopping next to Quincy and Emma.

"Why not? They've known each other since Sky Naut academy," someone else in the group said.

"Yeah, and they're great friends," the first man said. "But a romantic relationship? That seems forced. And when they're together it just seems a little…off."

"Well what should they do? Just stop trying to fight the fortress?"

"No," the man said. "They should still be good friends and partners, but they should just stop taking that that little connection they have and trying to make it into a romantic one."

"Maybe you're right," the second man nodded. "Oh look! There's mom with the Winnebago!"

As the group ran off, neither Emma or Quincy could manage to look the other in the eye.

"Worst meeting ever," Freddie said, dragging his feet upstairs to his and Sam's bedroom.

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby," Sam said, patting his shoulder. "At least you're home now."

"Yeah, right now all I want to do is relax," Freddie said.

"Well have fun," Sam said. "I'm gonna go see Carly. She recorded this show about lifeguards or something…we're gonna sit around and watch hot shirtless guys dive into water."

"How nice," Freddie said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Just then the couple heard their front door slam closed from downstairs.

"Emma and Quincy must be back from the movie," Sam said.

"Oh, I wanna go ask them how it was," Freddie said. "I can't believe I had to miss it…"

Sam and Freddie started for the steps, but they had only made it down two steps when they heard Emma speak.

"So…you heard those people at the movie?" Emma asked in a soft voice.

Sam and Freddie stopped, realizing that the teenagers probably didn't want to be interrupted, judging by Emma's tone.

"They weren't talking about us," Quincy sighed.

Freddie and Sam exchanged confused looks, but said nothing as they continued to listen.

"I know," Emma said. She was silent for a moment. "But do you think that maybe they were right? About the whole 'trying to force a relationship' thing?"

"I don't know," Quincy said heavily. "I mean…we've known each other our whole life…and we've always had that special connection…usually it involved physical pain on my part, but you know, we've always managed to have fun together."

"Yeah," Emma said, showing a small smile. "But…maybe you and I…maybe we're just not meant to be boyfriend and girlfriend if it's this difficult for us to do things together."

"Maybe," Quincy mumbled. "But we did still manage to have some good times, didn't we?"

"Yeah," Emma chuckled. "We did. And, you know…maybe if you get a little more...spontanious."

"And you get a little more structured," Quincy said.

The two were silent again. "So I guess we broke up," Emma said finally.

"I guess," Quincy sighed. "But…at least neither of us dumped the other; we ended on good terms, right?"

"Yeah, totally," Emma nodded. "But…you know I'm still making the official story that I dumped you and you're a total wreck over it."

Quincy laughed. "Sounds like a plan."

"Well…okay then," Emma said, her voice shakey.

"I guess I should head home…" Quincy said, heading towards the front door. He grabbed the door handle and was just about to turn the knob when he turned around.

"I love you," he said sincerely to Emma.

Emma's cheeks reddened slightly and she smiled. "I love you too."

The two stared at one another for a second before moving closer and kissing each other.

"You know," Quincy said, looking at his phone. "Neither of us has to be home for another two hours…"

"Wanna break up at midnight?" Emma asked.

"That works," Quincy said, grabbing her hand. "Come on."

And with that, the two left the house.

"Did-Did they just really break up?" Freddie asked once the front door closed.

Sam nodded, feeling like a knife had just ripped through her heart as she remembered the look on her daughter's face. "They did."

"Oh man…" Freddie sighed. "She-She really liked him, didn't she?"

"Yeah," Sam said softly.

"I never really thought they'd ever break up," Freddie mumbled. "Oh man…Emma's probably crushed right now."

"Hey, they-they can work this out…eventually," Sam said.

"You think?"

"I hope so, at least," Sam said as Freddie wrapped an arm around her.