AN-In case you guys were wondering what Quincy looks like…he's smaller than Gibby. He has light brown hair. He's not muscular or athletic looking.

Evidence

"You know, we beg and beg and beg for summer all year," Emma said as she lounged on the couch next to her boyfriend, Quincy, as she flipped through channels of the television. "And now, here we are, smack in the middle of it and there's nothing to do!"

"There's plenty to do," Quincy shrugged. "You just keep shooting down my ideas. We could've gone mini-golfing, taken a trip to color-me-pot, went on a nature hike-"

"Gross, gross, and gross," Emma said simply.

"Well then what would you like to do?" Quincy asked, rolling his eyes.

"Well something not entirely lame for starters."

"Pfft, like watching T.V. isn't less lame than going to color-me-pot," Quincy scoffed.

"Baby, don't make me hit you," Emma said, not taking her eyes off the television. She finally decided on a channel where a group of people were trying to construct a giant slingshot to launch frozen turkeys across neighborhoods.

"Hey," Emma said, sitting up. "Look at this!"

"What about it? They're flinging turkeys," Quincy said.

"Exactly!" Emma said. "This could be the answer to getting rid of our boredom!"

"Huh? Emma!" Quincy said. "You cannot possibly be thinking of doing this."

"Why not?" Emma said, already up on her feet. "It would be so cool!"

"Because!" Quincy sputtered. "We-You-You can't build a giant slingshot to catapult a turkey across an entire neighborhood!"

"Duh, I know that," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh," Quincy said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I was a little worried there. Sometimes your ideas are a little-"

"I mean why would we waste perfectly good food?" Emma cut him off. "After all, everybody knows the number one thing to put in a giant slingshot is water balloons. I mean hello, have these people never seen an episode of Girly Cow?"

"What?"

"I have a whole bunch of them we can fill up," Emma said excitedly. "And obviously we can't build a slingshot to shoot them across the whole neighborhood. But I'm thinking we can whip something up to at least get a decent amount of water balloons over our fence to Ms. Kotropolis's house."

"Why would you want to sling water balloons at an old lady's house?"

"Because I kicked my soccer ball in her yard and she kept it!" Emma snapped.

"You were nine!" Quincy pointed out.

"Yes, that means I have seven years of suppressed revenge boiling inside of me," Emma replied. "Anyway, I think there's some stuff we can use to make the slingshot in the garage. If we hurry we can get this done before my parents get back from Tyler's baseball game."
"Wait, is this seriously happening?" Quincy frowned. "Just because you saw some guys on T.V. launching a turkey? Did you not read the 'do not try this at home' notice at the bottom of the screen?"

"I'm not really a reader," Emma shrugged. "Now let's go."
"Come on, wouldn't you rather paint a cool mug or bowl or something?" Quincy moaned as be began to follow Emma out to the garage.

"No."

"This is completely irresponsible and childish."

"It is."

"We can get into trouble."

"Sure."

"Emma," Quincy said, exasperated. "Please, will you listen to me for a-"

He was cut off as Emma pressed her lips to his.

"There," she said when she pulled apart, looking up at her dazed boyfriend. "Now can you shut up?"

"Shutting up," Quincy said promptly.

….

An hour later Quincy was laying out in a lounge chair in the Benson's backyard as Emma worked on her slingshot.

Emma looked over at him. "Are you going to help me or what?"

"Nope," Quincy said, his eyes still closed as he relaxed. "I'm working on my tan. My dad's been talking about taking me duck watching and I can't do that all pale. Besides, I would like to be able to avoid being a part of this so when it blows up, none of the evidence points to me and I don't have to deal with the consequences."

"You're such a loser," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

"A loser who's going to have a great tan," Quincy smirked. "See, there are plenty of things for us to do that don't involve giant slingshots. You could come tan with me. It's a win-win. You don't do anything stupid and I get to enjoy the sight of you in a bikini and we-"

Just then a water balloon hit his square in the face, snapping his eyes wide open.

"Hey!" he cried as Emma laughed.

"That was fun," Emma grinned. "And you're right. I didn't have to use any slingshot."

"You know what? That's it," Quincy said, wiping off his face as he headed towards the large bucket of water balloons. He picked one up and tossed it at his girlfriend.

"Dude!" Emma gasped. "You are dead!"
She scooped up as many water balloons as she could and began flinging them at Quincy.

"That's how you want to play? Fine!" Quincy laughed as he began chasing after Emma with his own water balloons.

He caught up to her, but before he could throw any balloons, Emma hit his arms, sending all of the water balloons tumbling to the ground where they popped.

"Foul!" Quincy exclaimed.

"There's no fouls!"

"Yes there is, that!" Quincy said. "Now give me some of yours!"

"No way!"

"Yes way," Quincy grinned, gently wrapping his arms around Emma so she couldn't run away as he tried to wrestle a balloon from her.

"You said water balloons were immature," Emma chuckled, trying to keep hers out of his reach.

"That ship has sailed, baby," Quincy said as he finally managed to get a balloon. "Yes! Ha! I'm back in the game!"

"For now," Emma said, breaking free of his hold and running towards the back door of the house. She turned to face him. "You've got one shot, Gibson, and we both know throwing things isn't your strong suit. So just go ahead and miss and then I can keep pelting you with mine."

"I'm not gonna miss," Quincy told her.

Emma held out her arms. "Show me what you've got then, baby."
"You asked for it," Quincy said, pulling his arm back and preparing for his throw. "Alright…aim and go!"

He threw the water balloon and it headed straight towards Emma.

Emma, however, ducked and the water balloon soared right over her head just as the back door opened up…

"What the-" Freddie sputtered as the water balloon hit him square in the face.

"S-Sorry," Quincy said, looking like a deer in headlights. "I-I didn't expect…Sorry."

"What are you two doing out here?" Freddie asked, his face dripping wet.

"Um…we're having a water balloon fight, daddy," Emma said.

"Why?"

"It-It could've been worse," Quincy said slowly. "See, she saw this thing on T.V. with a giant slingshot and-"

"You know what, I don't want to know," Freddie said, shaking his head. "Quincy, are these all the water balloons that were out in the garage?"

"Yes…"
"Good," Freddie said. "Then at least Sam won't get to them and use them on me again…"