AN-So this is sort of like iDate Sam and Freddie, but with Emma and Quincy.

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Propaganda

"Hey Freddie? Guess what?" Gibby grinned, walking into the Benson house with a bag. "I bought us matching shirts!"

"Um…what?" Freddie frowned.

"You know, since our kids are dating now," Gibby said, tossing Freddie the bag. "We're practically brothers now, right?"

"Not even close," Freddie said, pulling out a bright green polo shirt.

"Hey daddy," Ashton said, walking into the house with Clarissa. "Um, where did you get that shirt?"

"I bought it for him!" Gibby said proudly, holding up his own matching shirt. "It's like we're twins!"

"Wow…" Clarissa said. "That's really-"

"Something," Ashton finished.

"See, they appreciate it," Gibby said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go see if Hey Foods has restocked their pudding aisle."

"Where's Emma?" Freddie asked Ashton as Gibby left the house.

"Probably making out with Quincy," she shrugged.

"Ah!" Freddie cried, covering his ears.

"What?"

"Don't tell me that stuff!" Freddie cringed, getting to his feet.

"You asked," Ashton pointed out.

"Well now I have to go wash my ears out," Freddie mumbled, getting to his feet and heading upstairs.

"I thought your dad was okay with Emma and Quincy dating," Clarissa said to Ashton.

"Eh, he is," Ashton shrugged as the two girls sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. "He just freaks out whenever me or Em even mention kissing guys. He likes to think that dating means just holding hands and stuff."

Just then the front door slammed open and Emma stormed in. "I need a Fat Cake!" she snapped, storming into the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Clarissa asked as her and Ashton followed her into the kitchen.

"Emma!" Quincy said, running into the house after his girlfriend. "Emma, I was talking to you!"

"Fine? What do you want to say?" Emma said, crossing her arms as she stepped closer to him.

"I know that you thought you were-"

"Nope, wrong thing to say," Emma said, turning around and stomping over to the pantry.

"Okay you guys, what's wrong?" Ashton sighed.

"Nothing," Emma mumbled, taking an angry bite from her Fat Cake.

"After school today, some of the football players were making fun of the pottery club," Quincy sighed.

"Yeah, you said they were being real jerks," Emma said.

"That didn't mean I wanted revenge!"

"Wait," Clarissa frowned, looking over at Emma. "What'd you do?"

"I threw pots at all of them," Emma said simply.

"She gave the quarterback a concussion," Quincy said.

"He'll be fine," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

"Yes but you can't just-"

"Guys, guys," Ashton said, cutting them off. "Look, Emma. Quincy should be able to tell you things like that without having to worry about whether or not you'll throw pots at star athletes."

Emma looked down at her feet, saying nothing.

"And Quincy," Clarissa continued. "Emma obviously did that because she cares about you, and didn't like those guys making fun of you like that."

Quincy looked at Emma. "I guess they're right…I'm sorry."

"Me too," Emma said, showing him a small smile. She stood on her toes as the couple gave each other a quick kiss.

"Ah!" Freddie said, shielding his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. "Enough with the kissing!"

…..

"Man, Inside-Out Burger really knows how to make good fries," Emma commented as her and Quincy sat inside the fast food restaurant, sharing a basket of curly fries.

"I know, right?" Quincy grinned. "Hey, so can I ask you a question?"

"Maybe," Emma smirked.

"When did you first start to like me?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "You really wanna know?"

"I do."

"Okay," Emma said. "Do you remember the time when you and your parents were over at my place for Tyler's birthday and I stuffed cake down your shirt and pushed you into the pool?"

"Vaguely, yes," Quincy chuckled.

"Well…I dunno, I just thought you looked sort of hot," Emma shrugged. "You know, all soaking wet and cakey."

"I guess that makes up for my ruined kakis then," Quincy chuckled.

"Well yeah," Emma nodded.

"Hey, you kids a couple?" a man asked, coming over to the teens' table.

"Yeah," Quincy replied. "Why?"

"I," the man said, handing Emma a large grapefruit. "Am the manager of this fine eating establishment, and I would like to offer to you two a complimentary love grapefruit."

"What makes it a love grapefruit?" Emma frowned.

"I dunno," the owner shrugged.

"Well…thanks," Quincy said.

"That will twenty bucks," the owner said, holding his hand out to Quincy.

"But you just said it was complimentary!" Quincy exclaimed.

"Yeah, but you see the fancy sticker on that baby?" the owner said, pointing the dime sized sticker on the fruit. "That was made in Norway by orphans."

"Dude, just give him the money," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

"No way!" Quincy said firmly. "What sticker is worth twenty bucks?"

"Um, maybe one for your girlfriend?" Emma snapped. "I can't believe you're being so cheap!"

"I can't believe you're being so demanding with my money!"

"Boyfriends are supposed to be generous with their money!" Emma said hotly.

"Well girlfriends are supposed to be appreciative of their boyfriends!" Quincy retorted.

"You know what?" Emma said loudly, getting to her feet. "Let's go see what Ashton and Clarissa think."

"Fine!" Quincy said, standing up as well.

"Hey!" the owner yelled as the couple stormed out of the restaurant. "What about my twenty bucks? Bring back my fancy fruit sticker at least!"

…..

"What do you think of this prom dress, mom?" Ashton asked as her and Clarissa sat on the couch, flipping through magazines.

"Um, it's nice," Sam said, looking up from her Pearpad. "But your prom isn't until next year."

"It's never too early to start planning for it," Clarissa said.

"Aw…you never stood a chance with Carly as your mom," Sam smiled.

"Good, you're both here!" Emma said furiously as her and Quincy clambered through the front door.

"And this seems like a whole bunch of teenage drama that I really don't need to be involved with," Sam said, heaving herself up off the couch. "Later!"

"We need you two to help us settle something," Quincy said to Ashton and Clarissa.

"Again? Why do we always have to?" Ashton moaned.

"Because you're all impartial and junk," Emma pointed out.

"Oh…well, we are, aren't we?" Clarissa said proudly to Ashton. "What's the problem?"

"Quincy's being stingy," Emma said, glaring at her boyfriend.

"She wanted me to shell out twenty bucks for some love grapefruit at Inside-Out Burger," Quincy said.

"What made it a love grapefruit?" Clarissa asked.

"Who knows? But that's not important!" Emma exclaimed.

"For twenty bucks I could've gone and bought you that Galaxy Wars t-shirt you wanted!" Quincy said.

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Well then what are you waiting for?"

"Emma, I'm not gonna go buy you the shirt-"

"Then why'd you say you-"

"Okay, guys!" Ashton said. "Look, if a guy and a girl are in a relationship, a guy should enjoy treating his girl to romantic grapefruit, or any fruit for that matter, once in awhile."

"Ha!" Emma said triumphantly.

"But a good girlfriend doesn't demand things from her boyfriend," Clarissa added.

"Ha!" Quincy said loudly, earning him a strange look from the three girls.

"So Quincy, maybe you should be a little more flexible with your wallet," Ashton said. "And Emma, you should be a little more polite about his wallet."
Quincy sighed and turned to Emma. "I think I can live with that."

Emma nodded. "Me too."

"Good, now kiss and make up so you can get back to being all happy," Clarissa said as the couple exchanged quick kisses.

"Come on," Quincy said when they pulled apart. "Let's get down to the comic book store and get you some Galaxy Wars props."

"Aw, you're the best!" Emma grinned, giving him another quick kiss.

"Ashton! Wake up!" Emma said, late the next night, shaking her twin awake.

"Huh? What?" Ashton sputtered sleepily, sitting up and turning on her lamp by her bed. "Emma? What the heck is the matter with you? It's two in the morning! And is that-why is Quincy on your laptop screen?"

"We were web chatting," Emma said quickly. "And you will never believe what he said!"

"No, you won't believe what she said!" Quincy said loudly from the computer screen. "She thinks that your dad is more embarrassing than my dad."

"Because it's true!"

"Oh, right!" Quincy said, rolling his eyes. "My dad showed up at school last year to pick me up in his swimsuit!"

"Well my dad made a huge scene at the sporting goods store because someone told him fencing wasn't a real sport!" Emma retorted.

"My dad won't buy any cereal with pictures of elves on it because he's convinced that it's really just propaganda from the government to fuel some big elf take over!" Quincy argued.

"And my dad tried to act all cool at the waterpark over the summer and sound up falling down the waterslide with his clothes on!"

"Hey!" Ashton said loudly. "Both of them are embarrassing nut jobs, okay? So now can you two let me sleep?"

"But dad's way worse than his dad!" Emma exclaimed.

"Is not! Does your dad have an entire room in your house dedicated to liquid soap?"

"Does your dad take you on yearly trips to stupid train stations?"

"That's nothing compared to the soap!"

"And I'm sleeping on the couch," Ashton mumbled, dragging her feet out of her room downstairs, leaving Emma and Quincy to their argument.

….

"You think I should bid on this autographed football for Tyler?" Freddie asked Sam as Sam slid tray of cupcakes into the oven.

"Depends, which player signed it?"

"I dunno…some quarterback," Freddie shrugged. "Apparently he threw a pass really far or something…that's what quarterbacks do, right?"

"Very good, baby," Sam said, giving him a quick kiss. "You actually got something right about football!"

"Oh don't patronize me," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Mom, dad," Ashton said, joining her parents. "I need my own room."

"Okay well you start heading outside then and I'll pick up all the supplies you need to build an extra room for this house," Sam said. "Because in case you haven't noticed, Ash, we're full."

"Why do you want your own room?" Freddie asked. "Did you and Emma fight or something?"

"No! We're not fighting!" Ashton said. "Her and Quincy are! Do you know how many times I got woken up by Emma last week to settle some stupid little argument between those two? Five! I always have to wind up coming down here to sleep on the couch, which is uncomfortable because daddy's cheap and wouldn't spring for the good sofa!"

"Wow, aren't you all fired up?" Sam smirked.

"Sorry, it's just…those two are driving me and Clarissa crazy. They always come to us to try and get us to solve their problems for them," Ashton sighed.

"Well sweetie, if they're getting to you, why don't you just tell them you don't want to have to help them with every little thing?" Freddie asked. "I mean I know you want to help your sister and all-"

"Pfft, yeah right," Ashton sneered. "The only reason I'm putting up with those two is for Quincy. I mean, let's face it, that kid won't find another girlfriend for years. Emma's hot, she can get another guy like that if she wants."

"What does she mean 'like that'?" Freddie frowned, looking over at Sam.

"And I mean, they are sort of sweet together," Ashton continued, ignoring Freddie's comment. "You know, when they're not trying to kill each other…"

"Eh, they'll learn to solve their own problems soon," Sam told her daughter. "They're just in new territory right now."

"Yeah, I guess," Ashton sighed. "Anyway, I'm gonna go try and get a few hours sleep while I have the room to myself."

"We should probably talk to Emma later," Freddie said as Ashton headed upstairs. "You know, tell her to try and start working these things out without dragging her sister and Clarissa into it. I mean, that is a little ridiculous."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Sam nodded, taking Freddie's laptop from him. "Hey? What's this? You're selling my werewolf statue?"

"You told me I could!" Freddie told her.

"I did no such thing!"

"Yes, you I could sell your werewolf so we could make room for the new lawnmower we have to buy because you ran over the hose!"

"No, I said you could sell my werewolf spatula," Sam said.

"Okay, who needs a werewolf spatula?" Freddie frowned.

"Well that's why I told you to sell it!"

"How is selling a spatula going to make room for a lawnmower, Sam?" Freddie sighed.

"I don't know! Maybe you should sell your stupid pool table!"

"That's it!" Freddie said, standing up and grabbing his car keys. "Let's go pay Carly a visit!"

…..

"That dress is cute," Clarissa said, going through Emma's closet with her.

"Not with the shoes she wants to wear, though," Ashton pointed out.

"Fine, I'll change the shoes," Emma said, taking the dress Clarissa had pointed out. "Hey, you two busy tonight?"

"Nope, we were gonna hang out at my place and try to get a web chat going with Mike Donahue," Clarissa grinned. "You know, since he apparently just broke up with his girlfriend."

"Well cancel that, you're coming to dinner with me and Quincy tonight," Emma said.

"What?" Ashton frowned. "Why? Isn't the point of you two going on this little date to be alone with each other?"

"Nah, we'll just wind up fighting before we even get out appetizers," Emma replied, pulling on her dress.

"But-But-" Clarissa sighed, looking over at Ashton.

"Come on guys, please?" Emma begged. "You're so good at coming up with cool ways for us to compromise!"

"Well yeah," Clarissa nodded. "But-"

"We're going to Pini's," Emma added. "Think of that lasagna…"

"Okay fine," Ashton conceded.

"We'll go," Clarissa nodded. "But you better hope Mike's still single tomorrow night."

….

"Wow, this lasagna never disappoints," Quincy said as him and Emma began to dig into their dinners.

"I know," Emma said, sprinkling some Parmesan cheese onto her lasagna. She opened up her purse and pulled out a little bottle of ketchup and began globing it onto her plate.

"Um…do you have to put ketchup on everything you eat?" Quincy frowned.

"What does it matter to you? You don't have to eat it," Emma pointed out.

"I know, but I just think that in a fancy place like Pini's, it might be frowned upon to-"

"Oh don't worry," Emma snapped. "I already bought this ketchup on my own."

"I didn't mean-Ashton! Clarissa!"

Ashton and Clarissa, who had been sitting boredly at a nearby table, groaned as they got to their feet.

"Quincy, it's not nice to pick on other people's weird ketchup habits," Clarissa sighed.

"Emma, Italian food doesn't need ketchup, it's gross," Ashton mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry," Emma muttered.

"Me too," Quincy nodded.

"Guys, come on, if we're going to be forced to be here, can't we at least sit with you guys?" Clarissa asked.

"No!" Emma exclaimed. "This is a date!"

"Whatever," Ashton snapped. "Come on, Clarissa. Let's leave them alone for ten minutes before we need to come over again…"

Quincy began to cut his lasagna and the used a spoon to scoop the lasagna into his mouth.

"Who the heck eats lasagna like that?" Emma snickered.

"Um, me?" Quincy said.

"You're supposed to eat it like a normal person with just a knife and fork," Emma said. "Not with a spoon too!"

"Oh, so I'm not allowed to say anything about you ketchup habits, but you're allowed to insult my silverware usage?"

"You make it so easy though!" Emma snapped. She turned over to Clarissa and Ashton's table. "Clarissa? Isn't it weird for someone to be eating lasagna with a spoon?"

"Ashton? Isn't it wrong for someone to hound someone for the way he eats his food?"

"Yes!" Ashton said furiously, jumping to her feet.

"And yes!" Clarissa nodded as the two girls stormed over to the couple's table.

"I can't believe you would sit there and cut up your stinking lasagna with a fork and a knife, and then go to the trouble to take it off your fork and use a spoon to eat it!" Ashton snapped a Quincy. "I mean come on!"

"And I can't believe you would sit there and criticize someone else's eating habits!" Clarissa said to Emma.

"Whoa, what's going on with you two," Emma frowned.

"Yeah, aren't you supposed to be the ones helping us solve our problems?"

"No, we're not dating either one of you!" Clarissa said hotly. "So we shouldn't have to deal with your stupid relationship problems!"

"Yeah," Ashton agreed. "You two need to learn to work out your own problems…or maybe you should be dating at all."

Emma and Quincy looked down at their laps, embarrassed.

"Come on," Clarissa said, grabbing the bucket of breadsticks from the table. "Let's go see if Mike's online to web chat."