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Sixteen-year old Quincy stood by his locker at the high school, carefully holding his latest creation from the pottery club. He had spent the last three weeks making an exquisite mug for Emma, and he couldn't wait to see her face when he gave it to her.

"Hey, Quincy," Clarissa said, coming over to him. "I didn't know you were still here. School ended two hours ago."

"Pottery club," he explained. "And since I'm here, I figured I'd wait for Emma's track practice to finish. What about you? Why are you still here?"

"The twins drove me to school today, I had no choice but to wait for Emma's track practice and Ashton's cheer practice to finish," she replied. "But I wound up having a bunch of student government stuff to do anyway, so it worked out perfectly. I just need to go drop off these papers in the office, and then do you wanna go wait for them out in the parking lot?"

"Sure," Quincy nodded. "Wait…why don't I just come to the office with you?"

"Because," Clarissa hissed. "It's after hours and I'm the only student in school who has been trusted with the office key and I won't besmear that honor by parading my friends around in there!"

"Besmear?" Quincy smirked. "I think I saw that word on my dad's Word-A-Day calendar."

"Just wait here and I'll be back in a sec," Clarissa told him.

"Alright," Quincy shrugged.

As Clarissa ran off to the office, Quincy leaned against his locker and pulled out his phone.

A few minutes later though, he heard voices coming from the other end of the hall where the locker rooms were. He looked up and smiled as he spotted his girlfriend, Emma, coming out, still wearing her track uniform.

He was just about to call out to her when suddenly a boy he recognized from the boys' track team came out of the guys' locker room.

He frowned as he saw the two step closer to each other, both smiling and laughing, almost as if they were…flirting.

What-What's going on? Quincy thought to himself. Who is this guy and what is he doing with my girlfriend's hand on his shoulder like that?

Quincy knew Emma would never cheat on him, he trusted her, after all. But still, he was a little uneasy about how close she was getting with this track boy. Even though this boy was clearly much stronger and tougher than him, he suddenly wanted nothing more than to run over and punch him in the face. He was feeling…jealous.

Quincy had never thought of himself as the jealous type, but the more he watched his girlfriend down the hall, the more jealous he felt. And…slightly hurt.

Why would Emma be getting so flirty and close to some random guy when it took her almost two months to hold my hand in public? Quincy thought sadly.

Suddenly, he didn't think he could watch the scene any longer. So with one last sad glance over his shoulder, Quincy slowly walked out of the school.

…..

"Oh my God! I had the best day of my entire life!" Ashton said happily as her and Emma walked into their kitchen later that day. "I think I'm in love."
"Really? Again?" Sam said, looking up from her sandwich. "Weren't you in love just the other week with the guy from the ice cream shop?"

"Ugh, Travis?" Ashton cringed. "Please, he was gross."

"Um, Ash?" Sam frowned, looking at the track clothes she was currently wearing. "Why are you wearing Emma's track uniform?"

"Because she spilled milk on her cheerleading uniform at lunch," Emma explained. "So I was nice and let her borrow that for her practice."

"Yeah," Ashton said, looking down at her outfit. "Actually, this is pretty comfy. If only it wasn't such an ugly color, I might invest in one."

"It's not supposed to be fashionable, it's supposed to help you run!" Emma said, rolling her eyes. She turned to Sam. "You see what you make me share a room with?"

"So who's this guy, Ashton?" Sam asked, ignoring Emma's comment.

"He's a guy from the track team," Ashton smiled. "His name is Matt. He's so cute and him and I were talking and we found out we're both huge War of Warlords fans!"

"Ew, only geeks and nerds like that game," Emma said.

"Hey, your dad happens to be a huge fan of that game," Sam said.

"Yes," Emma nodded. "Your point?"

"Eh, fair enough," Sam shrugged. "So Ash, you think you really like this guy?"

"Yes, weren't you listening? I'm in love!"

"You can't be in love with someone you met an hour ago," Sam sighed.

"Who's in love?" Freddie asked, coming into the kitchen.

"Me, I just met my future husband on the track team!" Ashton said, beaming.

"Oh jeez…this again?" Freddie groaned, grabbing a bottle of antacids from the medicine cabinet.

"I have to go call Clarissa," Ashton said brightly. "See you guys later."

"Well…now the chest pains are gonna start up again," Freddie sighed.

"See, aren't you glad you have one daughter who isn't boy crazy and falling in and out of love every week?" Emma smiled up at her dad. "Don't I deserve twenty bucks for that?"

"What?" Freddie frowned. "That doesn't even make any sense!"

"Eh, I figured it was worth a try," Emma shrugged.

"Wow, so you really have a date with this Matt guy already?" Clarissa said as she sat up in the twins' bedroom a few days later. "You move fast, Ash."

"Yup, we're gonna get pizza and then go to the batting cages," Ashton smiled.

"You don't even know how to hit a baseball," Emma pointed out. "Why would you want to go to the batting cages?"

"Because Matt really wanted to go," Ashton shrugged. "Besides, how hard could it be?"

"Man I wish I could go on this date and see you make a fool of yourself," Emma smirked. "But I can't. Quincy's coming over to help me with my history paper. You know, the five paragraph essay about the Gold Rush."

"Um, Em?" Clarissa frowned. "That's a five page essay."

"And it's due tomorrow morning," Ashton added. "You mean you haven't even started it? Boy, you're in trouble."

"Oh just go on your date so you can get pelted with baseballs!" Emma snapped.

"Good thing Quincy's so good at history," Clarissa pointed out. "He'll help you get that essay finished in no time."

"Hopefully," Emma said. "Although…Has Quincy been acting sort of weird to you guys?"

"What do you mean?" Ashton said.

"I mean, for the past few days, he's seemed really bothered by something, but I don't know what it is," Emma said. "Like yesterday I told him we should go hang out at that new shopping plaza this weekend and he just shrugged me off! And today when I actually complimented his shirt, he didn't even say anything!"

"Did you do something?" Clarissa asked.

"No, I-I don't think so," Emma replied. "I mean I did steal his corndog…but that was like, a week ago. Besides, he's used to me stealing his food."

"Well then just ask him what's up," Ashton said. "It's probably nothing, he might just be having a rough week."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Emma nodded.

"Anyway, Matt is gonna be here in two hours to pick me up," Ashton said excitedly. "So come on, help me pick out my outfit!"

….

"Dude, come on!" Sam said as she waited impatiently by the front door. "Our reservations are in twenty minutes!"

"Sam, I highly doubt they're gonna give away our table at Bucky's Wing Spot," Freddie said. "Besides, I wanna meet Ashton's 'future husband' and scare him just enough to make sure that no wedding happens for another thirty or forty years."

"Okay, baby, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you're not that intimidating," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "You're not gonna scare some guy on the track team."

"Oh Sam," Freddie chuckled. "Sam, Sam, Sam…You see, over the years, I've learned that today, guys aren't so afraid of getting beat up by their girlfriend's fathers as they are of losing something much, much worse. Sure, some dads can scare off their daughter's loser boyfriends with giant muscles and brass knuckles, but I can send them a virus so powerful it will ruin their technology for months."

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Ah, there this Matt is now," Freddie said. "Let him in, Sam."

"Poor kid, he just thought he was coming to pick up a girl for a date," Sam said. "He didn't know he was gonna come face-to-face with a nut job."

She opened the door and the boy from the track team walked in.

"Hi, I'm Matt," the boy said to Sam. "You must be Ashton's mom."

"Yeah, nice to meet you," Sam said. "Ashton should be down in a few minutes, she's just finishing getting ready."

"Yes, Matt, but while we wait," Freddie said, crossing his arm. "Let's have a quick chat…What kind of computer do you have?"

"Oh my God…" Sam mumbled.

"Um, a Pearbook Pro," Matt frowned.

"Ah, very nice," Freddie nodded. "Now tell me…do you like this Pearbook Pro?"

"Well, yeah," Matt replied. "I have all my music, videos and personal photos on it."

"Interesting," Freddie said. "Now Matt, you look like a nice young man-"

"Thank you, sir."

"-But if you try any funny business with my daughter, or hurt her, or do anything to make her unhappy," Freddie continued. "Let's just say…I hope you're one of the few people who know how to work the cloud so you can recover what you can of your files."

"W-What?" Matt said.

"Alright, you freaked him out enough, let's go," Sam said. "I want my wings!"

"Um, actually, Mrs. Benson? Do-Do you have a bathroom I could use?" Matt asked.

"Sure," Sam said. "That door right there."

"You see?" Freddie said proudly as Matt ran off to the bathroom. "I scared him so bad that his bladder couldn't even handle it."

"Do you hear yourself?" Sam asked, shaking her head. "Let's just go eat."

She opened the door again, only to find Quincy standing outside in mid-knock.

"Oh, hey Quince," Sam said. "Emma's upstairs."

"You okay, Quincy?" Freddie asked, noticing the boy seemed to a little down in the dumps.

"Oh, um, yeah," Quincy nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"But you-"

"You heard the kid, he's fine," Sam said, grabbing her husband's hand. "Now let's move! If I don't get my wings, you're gonna be sorry, nub."

Just as her parents ran out of the house, Emma came downstairs.

"Hey," Emma smiled, heading over to Quincy to give him a quick kiss. "Ready to help me write my essay? Apparently it has to be five pages, not five paragraphs, but I'm thinking if I just use a really big font, it will work out."

"Yeah…smart thinking," Quincy nodded, trying his best to pull a smile on his face.

But Emma saw right through that. "Okay, Quince, what's up with you?"
"What do you mean? Nothing's up with me," Quincy replied.

"Dude, you've been acting all mopey lately," Emma pointed out. "So what's bugging you? Are you stressed or are your parents bugging you?"

"No," Quincy sighed.

"Well then what is it?" Emma frowned. "Is-Is it something I did?"

Quincy didn't reply.

"I is, isn't it?" Emma said softly. "Look, Quincy, if I did something, can you at least tell me what it is so I can-"

"Okay!" Quincy cut her off. "I-I saw you flirting with some guy on the track team the other day!"

Emma gave him a confused look. "Huh?"

"I-I know I don't get to control who you talk to, and-and obviously I don't care if you have guy friends," Quincy said. "But-But Emma, you were just so flirty with him! I mean, maybe you didn't mean to be, maybe you just thought you were being friendly, but-but it still kind of bothered me! I mean isn't it just common courtesy that if you're in a relationship, you don't flirt with other people? I thought we loved each other, Emma. Do you know how jealous it made me feel to see you all cozy with some other guy."

"Quincy, I don't know what you're talking about," Emma said, completely lost. "I was never flirting with any of the track guys."

"I saw you," Quincy sighed. "The other day at school. You guys must've just finished up practice because you were both still wearing your uniforms and everything."

"Okay, seriously, I have no idea what you thought you saw, but I wasn't flirting with anybody," Emma said. "I love you! Why would I want to talk up some track guy? Most of them get all moody around me anyway because I can beat most of them! I mean, maybe you saw me talking about our next meet with one of them or something, but I-"

Just then Matt came back out from the bathroom.

"Oh, hey Emma," he said.

"Hey Matt," Emma replied.

"You see! That's him!" Quincy said, pointing at Matt. "That's the guy you were flirting with!"

"Excuse me?" Matt frowned.

"Oh excuse yourself, Pretty Boy!" Quincy snapped. "Why don't you try hitting on someone else's girlfriend."

"Pretty Boy?" Emma scoffed. "First of all, if you're gonna insult someone, let's try and think of a better insult than-"

"Oh, Matt, hi!" Ashton suddenly said, coming downstairs. "You ready to go on our date?"

"Um, yeah, I am," Matt nodded, giving Quincy a strange look.

"Wait…why's Ashton going out with him?" Quincy frowned.

"Oh, by the way, Em, I put your track uniform back in your gym bag," Ashton told Emma as she took Matt's hand. "Thanks again for letting me borrow it."

"She-She borrowed your track uniform?" Quincy said slowly. "Oh…so I must've seen…okay, the pieces are starting to fit together now."

"Oh my God!" Emma exclaimed as Ashton and Matt left. "I can't believe you! You saw Ashton flirting with Matt and you thought she was me?"

"I-I was pretty far away," Quincy said lamely. "And-And my contacts were a little fuzzy."

"I'm your girlfriend and you can't tell me apart from my sister?" Emma yelled, swatting his shoulder. "I can't believe you!"

"Ow!" Quincy cringed. "Okay, I-I deserve this-"

"You better believe you deserve it!" Emma snapped. "So you can only tell me and Ashton apart by our clothes? So what, if I start wearing dresses all the time will you think I'm her?"
"No!" Quincy said quickly. "I can always tell you guys apart when you're within normal distance! But-But you were so far away, and-and you know the lighting at the school, sucks. Someone should really do something about that; maybe we can have Clarissa bring it up at the next student government meeting and-"

"Cool it with the lights!" Emma cut him off.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Quincy said. "I-I was a complete idiot. I should've known you wouldn't be all over some guy. And-And I'm sorry I mixed up you and Ashton. But come on! You guys are really identical, even for twins! You guys can even trick your parents sometimes!"

Emma shrugged. "Just my dad," she mumbled.

"I'm sorry," Quincy said again. "I just…I dunno, I panicked. When you think you see your girlfriend flirting with some other guy, you don't think things through."

Emma sighed. "Yeah, well…I guess…I guess it was an honest mistake. You're still gonna pay for thinking I'd be all girly and flirty like Ashton, but we'll worry about that later."

"I guess I had that coming," Quincy chuckled.

"Yeah, well, you just better hope you do a good job helping me with this essay," Emma smirked. "Maybe I'll be more forgiving then. So…you-you were really jealous when you thought it was me flirting with Matt?"

Quincy grinned. "Very."

"Hmm," Emma said. "You know, that whole little scene you had with Matt back there was…kind of attractive."

"Was it?"

"It was," Emma said. "Hey, now that Ashton left, we have the place to ourselves…wanna maybe start my history essay a little later?"

"Absolutely."