AN-This is a sequel to chapter 445, where Freddie finds out Emma is on birth control.
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Relation
Freddie sat on his couch, mindlessly flipping though channels on the T.V.
"Hey dude," Gibby said, letting himself into the Benson's home. "What's up?"
Freddie rolled his eyes. Honestly, Gibby was one of the last people he wanted to see right now. "Nothing," he said simply.
"Awesome," Gibby said, oblivious to Freddie's less-than-warm response. He sat down next to Freddie. "What are we watching?"
"I don't know," Freddie sighed. "Nothing good is on."
"I thought there was a Galaxy Wars marathon on," Gibby said.
"Well there isn't!" Freddie snapped.
"Okay." Gibby shrugged. "Let's just watch a game show or something.
Freddie rolled his eyes as Gibby made himself at home. "Hey, look!" he said happily. "There's a new episode of Extreme Fear Facers on!"
"Uh-huh," Freddie mumbled, trying not to think about the fact that Gibby's son was the reason he felt so upset right now. As great of a kid as he knew Quincy was, that still didn't mean he had to jump up and down at the fact that him and his daughter were apparently getting so into their relationship that they were taking those steps.
"Hey, you know, we should try out for this show," Gibby said. "We could make matching T-shirts too! With our faces on them! What do you think, you in?"
"No, Gibby, we can't try out for a show that would probably kill us," Freddie said, rolling his eyes as he watched a man fall into a pit of very scary looking squids.
"Hmm, so even after over twenty years of friendship, you still get your jollies from squashing my dreams," Gibby said curtly. "Good to know. I'll just try out for this show with Tasha. She doesn't squash my dreams."
"I'm not squashing your dreams!" Freddie groaned. "Look, if you're going to get so uptight about this, why don't you just go watch this show at your place. I'm sure your T.V. picks up the channel too."
"Oh I can't go home," Gibby replied.
"Why not?" Freddie frowned.
"Because," Gibby said simply. "Emma and Quincy are there, and I decided to let them have the place to themselves."
"What?" Freddie exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Gibby! How could you! You-You just-Gibby! Let's go! We're going over to your house right now and putting an end to that!"
"Dude, what's your problem?" Gibby asked. "You're eye's sort of starting to do an angry tick thing."
"I am angry!" Freddie yelled. "Why would you leave them there at your house alone?"
"Well I didn't want to watch them suck face all day," Gibby cringed.
"Well they're gonna do a whole lot more than suck face now!"
"What do you mean?" Gibby asked, confused.
"What do you think I mean?" Freddie snapped. "What do you think two dating teenagers all full of hormones are gonna do in an empty house?"
"I dunno, play cards or something?" Gibby shrugged.
"Are you really that naive?" Freddie cried.
"Wow," Gibby said, crossing his arms. "You know, man, words hurt sometimes!"
"Yeah, well you're lucky I don't really hurt you," Freddie said.
"Why? Did you find my diary?" Gibby gasped, his eyes widening. "I swear, I didn't mean it when I wrote-"
"No!" Freddie said.
"Then why are you all wazzed off at me?"
"Because!" Freddie said. "Because of your son, my daughter is now-she's thinking about-Ah! I can't even say it!"
"Whoa, your face is really red," Gibby commented. "It's like the color of-"
"Will you stop analyzing my face and focus?"
"Focus on what? You haven't told me what's wrong yet," Gibby pointed out. "Jeez, when you get mad, you become forgetful."
Freddie took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he took a page out of Sam's book and found her butter sock. "Okay, Gibby, the other day, I found out that-that Emma's been-she's been taking birth control."
He looked at Gibby, expecting him to be at least a little surprised, but he didn't seem to bit shocked.
"What's that got to do with me or Quincy though?"
Freddie shook his head at his friend's ignorance. "Well why do you think she's on birth control in the first place?"
"I don't know, I'm not a doctor," Gibby shrugged.
"Well I'll tell you why!" Freddie said, his voice rising again. "She's on birth control because she's at least thinking about doing things with your son!"
"Things?" Gibby repeated. "What sort of things!"
"Gibby, I'm begging you," Freddie said. "Use your head for once in your life!"
"Hey! I use my head a lot!" Gibby said indignantly. "Just the other day when I was getting ice cream, I realized getting two scoops of ice cream was a better deal then getting one scoop! Now will you just tell me what sort of things you're talking about and-oh, wait, you don't mean those things, do you?"
"Yes I mean those things!" Freddie exclaimed.
"But teenagers don't do those sorts of things," Gibby frowned.
"Oh what world do you live in?" Freddie scoffed, grabbing his keys and coat. "Now if you'll excuse me, one of us has to be a good parent and put a stop to this!"
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A few moments later, Freddie arrived at Gibby's house.
"Can't believe Gibby would just leave two teenagers here alone!" Freddie muttered angrily as stormed up the driveway to the front door. "It's like he wants to see me explode or something!"
Quickly grabbing the spare key that Gibby kept under the mat, Freddie let himself into the house, prepared for the worst.
"Alright you two!" he yelled, bursting in. "You're both busted! You're-"
He fell silent, though, as he spotted Quincy and Emma sitting around the coffee table in the living room, playing cards.
"Um…hello," Quincy said slowly.
"Daddy? What are you doing here?" Emma frowned.
"I-I just-what are you doing?" Freddie said, dumbfounded.
"Playing Go Fish," Quincy replied. "See, we were watching T.V. earlier and this show came on that said girls are usually better at card games that boys, and I said it was total garbage, but Emma claimed it was true. So we decided to test the theory."
"And so far I'm right," Emma grinned. "We've been playing for almost an hour and I haven't lost yet."
"Probably because you're cheating," Quincy mumbled.
"So-Wait," Freddie said, confused. "You two have just been playing cards this whole time?"
"Well we took an iced tea break," Quincy said, holding up a glass.
"I-Okay then," Freddie said. "Er, great!"
"Why'd you come over, though?" Emma asked.
"I just-Never mind," Freddie said, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. "Look, why don't you guys go out and do something? My treat."
"Seriously?" Quincy said.
"Yeah," Freddie nodded, handing Emma a few bills. "Go to the mall, get lunch, do something out of this house."
"Okay," Emma said, choosing not question her father further. "Thanks, daddy."
"Yeah, thanks," Quincy said. "Hey, Em, wanna go play paintball?"
"Sure, I could go for beating you at something else," Emma smiled, taking his hand as they headed to the door. She looked over her shoulder. "Bye, dad. I'll be home for dinner."
As the couple left, Freddie stood in the middle of the living room, shaking his head.
"Unbelievable…they were just playing cards. Just like Gibby said…Dang it! He was right!"
