AN-Well, hopefully tonight's episode of Sam&Cat will be a good one because after a VERY sad game between University of Florida and Florida State, I need some cheering up…Anyway, as with all the Seddie kid chapters, there is another chapter uploaded with this! Enjoy and Go Gators!
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Cane
"Maybe we should go with the blue," Freddie said, scrunching his brow in deep concentration as he looked down at wallpaper samples. "Oh, but then what shade of blue? There are just too many choices here."
"Can you just pick one?" Sam moaned. "For the love of ham, Fredward! We're picking out wallpaper for our bathroom! You know, the place where people go and-"
"Hey, any room deserves to look nice," Freddie defended as his and Sam's fifteen-year old daughters walked into the living room. "Emma? Ashton? Which wallpaper sample do you like best for the upstairs bathroom?"
"Don't care," Emma said simply as Sam snickered.
"Hmm, I like the blue," Ashton replied thoughtfully. "But then you have to decide what shade to go with…"
"Exactly my dilemma!" Freddie said. "At least somebody here understands."
"Well there you go, Ashton can take my place in this whole decision making thing," Sam said.
"Um…no thanks," Ashton said quickly. "But do you think maybe Emma and I could have a few bucks for the movies?"
"Didn't you just get your allowance?" Freddie frowned.
"Yeah, but Ashton donated most of it to some charity thing at school and I bought this giant jawbreaker the size of my head," Emma explained. "So now we're both broke again."
"Well maybe that will teach you to start saving a little bit every week like I've been telling you," Freddie said. "When I was your age I took three dollars from my eight dollar allowance every month and put into my savings account and you know what? When I got to college I had a whole ninety-two dollars for me to enjoy."
"Yeah, and he went crazy and bought a new laptop case," Sam grinned.
"A pleather laptop case, thank you," Freddie said. He turned back to the twins. "Now girls, I'm sorry, but you can't just expect money from us whenever you want to go do something fun. You're fifteen now, and that means you should be responsible enough to budget your savings wisely and-"
"We will next time, daddy," Ashton said sweetly. "We promise."
"Yeah," Emma nodded. "We'll do that lame budget thing. But we love you so much daddy."
"I-well…okay," Freddie conceded, pulling out his wallet and handing a few bills to each of the girls. "But this is the last time, okay?"
"Okay!" the twins chimed happily.
"That was pathetic," Sam whispered to her husband.
"Hey, I think I really got through to them," Freddie replied.
"So we'll be home before dinner," Ashton told her parents. "Clarissa's going to be here in a few minutes and then we're just gonna go pick up Quincy and-"
"Wait, what?" Emma frowned. "Quincy's coming? I thought it was just gonna be me, you and Clarissa."
"No, Quincy called last night and I invited him," Ashton shrugged. "Anyway, after the movie we're gonna grab some ice cream so I can bring you back a cone of that chocolate fudge swirl that you like, mom, and-"
"Um, actually, I don't think I'm gonna go," Emma said slowly.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"I just remembered I have to do some homework," Emma mumbled.
"It's Friday," Sam said. "You have all weekend for that. Why don't you go have fun with your friends?"
"Nah, I don't feel like it," Emma said, heading towards the stairs. "I'm just gonna do my homework."
"Okay, well, Clarissa's going to be here any second," Ashton said as her sister headed upstairs. "I'm just gonna wait for her outside. I'll see you guys later."
"Wow," Freddie said as Ashton headed out the door. "I'm impressed with Emma. Putting her homework before fun…Good for her."
"You idiot!" Sam snapped, thumping the back of his head. "She's not staying home because she wants to do homework!"
"Ow!" Freddie hissed, massaging the back of his head. "Well then why is she staying home?"
"Duh, because Quincy's gonna be there," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"So?" Freddie frowned.
"So? Dude!" Sam exclaimed. "Come on! They broke up like, three weeks ago!"
"Yeah, and I thought they were friends still," Freddie pointed out.
"They are, but that doesn't mean she's ready to spend two hours with him in a movie theatre," Sam said. "I mean she obviously still likes him-"
"What? Pfft, no way," Freddie scoffed.
"You're a moron," Sam said. "Anybody could tell you that. I know, Ashton knows, Carly knows…Pretty much everybody has figured it out besides Quincy. And well, apparently you."
"Are you sure?" Freddie frowned.
"Positive," Sam nodded.
"Wait, so are they gonna get back together?" Freddie asked.
"How am I supposed to know? That's up to them," Sam said, getting to her feet.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to pick Tyler up from baseball practice and since I just spent an entire hour looking at wallpaper samples with you, I think I earned myself a swing past the deep-fried chocolate place on the way."
…
"Hey, you missed a really good movie," Ashton said later that evening as she entered her and Emma's room.
"No movie that you and Clarissa pick out qualifies as 'good'," Emma said. "All you two like are chick flics and romantic comedies."
"Actually, we didn't pick the movie," Ashton replied, tossing her purse on her bag. "Quincy did. We wound up seeing some action movie."
"An action movie?" Emma repeated. "What? Quincy hates action movies. I've been trying to get him to see one forever!"
"Well he said that he wanted to give them a shot," Ashton said. "Because apparently he's after some girl now who loves them."
Emma jumped to her feet. "A girl?"
"Yeah, that's all he talked about today," Ashton nodded. "It was sort of getting annoying. Me and Clarissa started to block it out after the second hour."
"What girl is it?" Emma asked.
"He wouldn't say," Ashton told her. "But she sounds like Quincy's total opposite, if you ask me. Hey, you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah," Emma said quickly. "Yeah I'm fine."
….
"I really wish the school would stop serving us themed lunches," Clarissa said later on that week as the four teens sat in the Ridgeway cafeteria. "I mean what's this theme supposed to even be?"
"I think they were going for an early St. Patrick's Day thing," Ashton grimaced, examining the green meatloaf on her plate. "This is gross. How can they expect anyone to eat this?"
"Hey, meat is meat," Emma shrugged, digging into her own lunch.
"You're insane," Ashton said.
"You gonna eat yours?" Emma asked.
"Take it," her sister replied, sliding her tray over.
"Do either of you know where Quincy is?" Clarissa asked. "He's usually the first one here."
"How should I know? I'm not his keeper," Emma snapped, almost defensively.
"Here he comes now," Ashton said, spotting the boy making his way through the crowd of students.
"Hey," Quincy said, pulling out his bag lunch. He looked at Emma's tray. "Is that green meatloaf?"
"Yup," Emma nodded, stuffing another forkful in her mouth.
"Uh-huh," Quincy commented.
"So are you gonna hit the smoothie with us after school?" Clarissa asked Quincy. "I think T-Bo has some new flavors to try."
"Oh sorry, can't today," Quincy said, biting into his sandwich. "I'm a little busy."
"Busy?" Ashton repeated. "With what?"
"Well, you know how I was telling you about that girl the other day at the movies?" Quincy asked.
Emma nearly choked on her meatloaf.
"The one you wouldn't shut up about?" Clarissa smiled. "Yeah, we remember her."
"Well, I was thinking…I was gonna maybe ask her out," Quincy said.
"Whoa, no way!" Ashton grinned. "That's awesome! So can you finally tell us who this mystery girl is?"
"Nope," Quincy said firmly. "Not just yet."
"Ugh, why not?" Clarissa moaned. "Wait, do we know her? Is that why you can't tell us who she is?"
"Maybe…" Quincy said.
"Oh my God, I bet it's Chelsea Fruglehorn," Ashton squealed.
"The girl who smells like the inside of a knee pad?" Emma smirked.
"She doesn't smell that bad any more," Clarissa reasoned. She turned back to Quincy. "So is it her?"
"I'm not going to say anything," Quincy said. "But I really need a fool-proof way to ask this girl out. See, she's really special and I don't want to ask her out like some lame old chump."
"You are lame," Emma mumbled, though no one seemed to hear her.
"Well what are you going to do?" Ashton asked.
"I was thinking…I'm going to invite her out to couple's peak tonight," Quincy said, blushing a little.
"Oh! That romantic spot in the part near my house?" Clarissa gasped. "That's perfect, Quince!"
"I think I've got it all planned out," Quincy said. "I'm going to set up this really nice picnic dinner with calming music playing in the background. I'll have a box of those super fancy chocolates ready to give her and then I'll have name spelled out in rose petals."
"Aw!" Ashton and Clarissa smiled as Emma tried to keep a straight face.
"And at just the right moment, I'll ask her to be my girlfriend," Quincy continued.
"Okay, that is too cute," Clarissa said.
"Seriously," Ashton agreed. "Whoever this girl is, she's real lucky, Quincy."
…..
"What are you two up to?" Emma asked later that afternoon, walking up to her bedroom, covered in sweat from her track practice.
"Just going through last year's yearbook trying to figure out which girl Quincy's gonna be asking out," Ashton replied, looking up from where her and Clarissa were sitting on her bed. "Oh, do you think it's Cassie Peters?"
"Nah, I don't think so," Clarissa replied. "I really think it's Hannah Muffler."
"Are you guys still on this?" Emma groaned. She just wanted to forget about this already, but it seemed like her sister and best friend weren't about to let that happen.
"Maybe it's Dianna Jefferson," Ashton suggested, ignoring Emma's comment. "She's cute."
"So is Meghan Marks," Clarissa added.
"What difference does it make?" Emma snapped. "Whoever it is will probably just reject him anyway. Quincy's a total loser."
"You didn't reject him," Ashton reminded her, her eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, well…I should've!" Emma said vehemently. "Because-Because dating Quincy Gibson was one of the worst experiences of my life!"
And with that she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
…
Emma had told her parents she was going for a walk, and somehow her feet had led her to the nearby park in between her house and Clarissa's.
Emma walked through the grass, angrily kicking along a small rock. Why did everyone have to make such a big deal about Quincy and this new, stupid girl who was probably just so ugly and weird? Didn't they know how much harder they were making it for her to try not to care? She was trying desperately to pretend that she was completely over the fact that her and Quincy had dated, but even she knew that this wasn't even slightly true. As much as she'd like to deny it, she still had feelings for her nubby friend, and she hated that.
As she continued through the park, she suddenly caught sight of something weird a few yards in front of her. She squinted her eyes and saw that she was staring out at Couple's Peak. It was then that she remembered that this was the spot where Quincy was supposed to be meeting this secret girl of his. And without stopping to think anything through rationally, Emma darted towards the peak. She didn't see Quincy there, but she had to see for herself just what he had planned for this girl.
The girl who wasn't her.
It truly was an amazing set up. Quincy had certainly outdone himself. There were candles and a picnic basket spread out on the peak, and she spotted Quincy's Pearpod hooked up to a small speaker, playing romantic music.
"Wow," Emma whispered. She couldn't believe Quincy had done all of this. He must really like this girl. After all, he had never done anything like this for her when they were dating.
And right as that thought crossed her mind, she felt a few tears welling up in her eyes, but she quickly squeezed her eyes shut to stop them from falling.
She wondered where Quincy was. He probably ran to get a few more things for his date, or maybe he was already on his way to pick up this girl now. But she knew she should get out of the park soon before Quincy saw her and asked what she was doing.
Just as she was about to turn and run back in the other direction, she spotted a ton of rose petals lying a little ways from the blanket.
He was going to write out her name in rose petals, Emma recalled. She could find out right now who this girl was.
But then again, did she really want to? Did she really want to see who it was that managed to win over what she knew she had been stupid enough to let go?
It seemed as if her body had already answered that question as her legs began to lead her over to the petals on their own.
She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever it was that was going to be written. She looked down.
In the grass, written beautifully with red rose petals, was the name: Emma.
"Emma?" Emma whispered, confused. Why had Quincy have written out her name in rose petals? Unless…Unless that meant…
"I knew I could count on you to come," a voice behind her suddenly said. She spun around and saw Quincy standing at the picnic blanket, smiling at her.
"What's going on?" Emma asked, stepping over to him. "I-Why'd you write out my name over there? I thought you were writing out the name of the girl who you wanted to ask to be your girlfriend."
Quincy didn't reply, he just kept smiling.
"Dude, what's going on?" Emma repeated. "What happened to that great plan of yours?"
"It worked," Quincy replied. "At least, I hope it did."
"Huh?"
"My plan was for the girl who I want, more than anyone else, to be my girlfriend to come here and make me the happiest guy around," Quincy told her softly, stepping closer to her. "And well, I have her here."
"No you don't," Emma mumbled. "I'm the only one-wait. Do you-Do you mean-?"
Quincy nodded. "It's been you all along."
"Me?" Emma whispered.
"You," Quincy said.
"You're kidding."
"I've never been more serious about anything in my life," Quincy said. "I really regret us breaking up, Emma. It was the worst mistake of my life. I've missed you."
I missed you too, Emma said in her head, but her pride kept her from speaking those words aloud. Even though she could already feel her cheeks flushing and her heart racing, she was still not going to give in and act like a lovesick chick like her sister.
"Yeah, well…" Emma shrugged. "I guess it's been, you know, less fun since we broke up."
"Definitely," Quincy agreed. "Which is why I really hope that you make the second part of my plan work."
"The second part?"
"The part where I ask you if you want to be my girlfriend again," Quincy said patiently.
Yes! Emma screamed inside, but she contained her enthusiasm. "Hmm," she said thoughtfully. "I guess that would mean you'd be my boyfriend again."
"I think that's how it would work," Quincy replied.
"You still nubby and weird?"
"As nubby and weird as I've always been."
"I see," Emma nodded. "Well then, in that case…"
She stepped towards him, closing off the small between the two of them as she pressed her lips to his. "It's a yes," she said whispered when they pulled apart.
….
"Alright, the day is finally here!" Freddie said that evening, walking into his kitchen with Gibby behind him. "The Sci-Fi Network is airing all three of the Galaxy Wars films with an entire forty-nine seconds of never-before-seen footage plus behind the scenes extras."
"It's the greatest day ever," Gibby grinned, resting the large cane he was holding against the table.
"Um, Gib?" Carly frowned, looking up from the pizza she was helping Sam make by the stove. "Why do you have a cane?"
"I thought it would make me look all sophisticated," Gibby said.
"Yeah, it didn't work," Sam said. "You still look like a total loser."
"Well!" Gibby said indignantly.
"So where's Emma?" Freddie asked his wife. "Since Jason's down at college, she's the only one in this family who I can count on to enjoy the experience with me."
"She went for a walk," Sam replied. "But she should be back any-"
Right on cue, Emma burst into the kitchen from the back door.
"Perfect timing, Em," Freddie said happily. "You ready for the Galaxy Wars marathon?"
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna have to take a rain check," Emma said. "Quincy's taking me out to Pini's. I'm just gonna go change out of my track clothes real quick and then I'm out of here."
"Pini's?" Freddie frowned.
"Yeah, it's a pretty good date place isn't it?" Emma shrugged. "Anyway, I'll be back later!"
"Did she just say date?" Carly gasped as Emma ran upstairs. "Oh my God!"
"Holy chiz!" Sam grinned. "That must mean-"
"-That her and Quincy finally got back together!" Carly squealed, hugging her best friend.
"Alright!" Gibby cheered, pumping his fist in the air.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Freddie said. "What just happened?"
"Aren't you happy?" Carly asked him. "Emma and Quincy are finally a couple again!"
"Yeah, I gathered that…but I thought they were broken up," Freddie said.
"Duh," Sam said. "Which is why we said they got back together."
"Oh," Freddie sighed, not too thrilled that his little girl was once again in the dating scene, even if it was with his best friend's son.
"I've got to say, I didn't think Quincy would move out with that plan so quickly," Carly commented. "We helped him with it what? Two weeks ago?"
"Wait, you planned for them to get back together?" Freddie exclaimed. "Carly!"
"Oh calm down, Sam was in on it too," Carly said.
"Sam!"
"Well…Gibby helped too," Sam said.
"It was a lot of fun," Gibby nodded.
"So-So everyone was in on this except me?" Freddie said.
"Yeah, even Ashton and Clarissa were in on it," Carly commented.
"It was Sam's idea not to tell you," Gibby said.
"What?" Freddie cried, turning to his wife.
"Oh come on," Sam said. "You wouldn't want to do anything to encourage Emma to date."
"That's totally…true," Freddie said.
"Exactly, baby," Sam smiled, putting an arm around him. "But now she's happy and that's the important thing."
"I guess," Freddie mumbled. "Well, now that Emma's busy tonight…you want to take her place in the Galaxy Wars marathon?"
"Absolutely not."
