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"When was the last time we went out on a date?" Freddie asked as pulled on his jacket in his and Sam's bedroom.
"Our anniversary, I think," Sam replied as she put on a pair of gold earrings.
"That was ten months ago!"
"Exactly," Sam nodded. "I told you, this date is long overdue."
"Why haven't we gone out in so long?" Freddie frowned.
"Gee, I don't know, maybe it has something to do with those kids we keep in the house?" Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Right," Freddie sighed.
"Even with one away at college, they're still a handful," Sam mumbled, quickly fastening a necklace around her neck. "But speaking of the kids, I need to go give Ashton the money to order pizza for her and Tyler tonight."
Just then there was a knock at Sam and Freddie's door.
"Come in," Freddie called.
The door opened and fourteen-year old Ashton stepped into the room.
"Perfect timing," Sam said. "Your dad and I were just getting ready to go. Here's some money for dinner for you and Tyler and-"
"Um, mom? Dad?" Ashton said slowly. "Um, listen, I know I promised you guys last week that I'd babysit Tyler tonight so you two could go out. But um, the thing is…Dustin Holms just texted me!"
"Who?" Freddie asked.
"Whoa, really?" Sam grinned. "Wait, is he the one with the-"
"Uh-huh!"
"Hey, who's Dustin?" Freddie asked again.
"Well what'd he text you?" Sam asked as her and Ashton ignored Freddie's question.
"He wanted to know if I wanted to hang out at the mall tonight," Ashton said.
"Uh, hi?" Freddie said. "Still wondering who Dustin is here."
"I know I promised I'd babysit Tyler but this is Dustin Holms!" Ashton said. "Who knows if another opportunity for a mall hangout will ever come up again! I swear, I'll never ask for anything else as long as I live, but can I please, please, please go? I'll do extra chores for a month!"
Sam sighed. "Well…it is Dustin Holms…Okay, I guess it's fine if you go."
"Thank you, mom!" Ashton beamed, throwing her arms around Sam. "You're the best!"
"Sam!" Freddie said as Ashton ran out of the room. "What'd you do that for? She was our babysitter!"
"I know, but we can't make her miss out on hanging out with Dustin," Sam said.
"I don't even know who that is!" Freddie said.
"Duh, he's the boy she's had a crush on for the past six months," Sam said. "Pay attention, nub."
"Oh, so not only did you ruin our date night by sending away our babysitter, you gave our daughter permission to go on a date of her own?" Freddie sputtered.
"They're not going on a date, they're hanging out at the mall," Sam pointed out.
"Please, that the fourteen-year old equivalent of a candle-lit dinner," Freddie scoffed. "And what about us? It's been ten months since we've gone out, Sam!"
"I know," Sam sighed. "But you saw how happy she was, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I guess," Freddie agreed. "So we're staying in then?"
"Well…I was really looking forward to going out tonight," Sam said. "Let's just try to find another sitter. I'm sure Carly or Spencer can come by. Or even Gibby if we get super desperate."
"Alright," Freddie nodded. "I'll make some calls. You're right; someone's got to be available."
…..
"Unbelievable!" Freddie exclaimed a half-hour later as he hung up his phone down in the Benson's living room. "Nobody's free to watch Tyler tonight!"
"Ridiculous," Sam said, shaking her head. "Carly and Andy are in Olympia, Spencer and Ella are visiting Bryan and Dina at school, Gibby and Tasha are at some dumb cat show…"
"Maybe we should've tried a little harder to make more friends," Freddie sighed. "Hey, did Clarissa go with Carly and Andy to Olympia? Maybe she can come over?"
"No, she's away at a debate tournament or something this weekend," Sam said. "That's why Carly and Andy decided to go away themselves."
"What about Mrs. Norris down the street?" Freddie asked.
"The crazy cat lady?" Sam frowned.
"We don't have time to be picky!" Freddie said. "Besides, she has a ton of grandchildren; she's got to be good with kids."
"Hmm, her car's not in the driveway," Sam commented, looking out the window. "Dang it! She's probably at the same cat show Gibwad is at! What about T-Bo?"
"He's gonna be at the Groovy Smoothie working all night," Freddie said. "What about one of the other moms from Tyler's baseball team? You think we can maybe drop him off at one of their houses?"
"I don't have any of their numbers!" Sam said.
"Why not?"
"Because they're all stupid!" Sam said. "You should see them all at practice talking about yoga and hair appointments…they're sickening!"
"Well then that's it, we officially have no one," Freddie said, throwing up his hands in defeat. "Looks like our date night's gonna have to be canceled."
"Maybe we can go out next weekend?" Sam suggested.
"We can't," Freddie said. "I'm going out of town for work remember. The weekend after that?"
"We've all got to spend the weekend in a stuffy gym watching Ashton's cheerleading competition," Sam mumbled, throwing herself down on the couch. "Well, maybe we can try again in another ten months then."
"Yeah, maybe," Freddie said sadly.
Just then the front door opened and Sam and Freddie's other daughter, Emma, walked in.
"Hey, what are you doing home?" Sam asked. "I thought you were hanging out with your soccer team tonight."
"I was, but a few girls got food poisoning from the restaurant we ate at," Emma said. "They've got weak stomachs. But anyway, they all started vomiting all over the place and that kind of put an end to things."
"Sounds gross," Freddie cringed.
"It was kind of cool," Emma grinned. "But what are you guys doing here? Isn't Ashton supposed to be watching Tyler so you guys can go out?"
"Nah, we let your sister go out and have some fun," Sam said. "Which means that your dad and I have to stay in and watch Tyler ourselves."
"We did not let Ashton go out," Freddie corrected his wife. "You did."
"So your blaming this on me?" Sam snapped.
"Well if I had a say in anything Ashton would be here and not out with some boy!"
"Wait a minute, you guys!" Emma said. "You don't have to worry now; I'm here! I'll watch Tyler for you guys!"
Sam and Freddie exchanged glances.
"Guess that food poisoning worked out for you," Emma beamed. "Now you can go out after all! So where's Tyler? I wanna go tell him I'm watching him."
"Um, he-he's up in his room," Freddie said quickly. "But um, Sam? Can I um, talk to you in the kitchen? About the lights?"
He grabbed Sam's hand and pulled her out of the room.
"About the lights?" Sam smirked once the two were in the kitchen. "Smooth, Benson."
"I don't really want to talk about the lights," Freddie said.
"No!" Sam gasped sarcastically
"Okay, we're not about to leave Emma in charge here, are we?" Freddie asked, ignoring her comment.
"Well…I dunno," Sam said thoughtfully. "I mean, yeah, out of her and Ashton, Ashton's definitely the more responsible. But…she is our only option."
"Sam, you realize we'd be leaving our one irresponsible child in charge of our even more irresponsible child," Freddie frowned. "The house would be ruined! We'd come home to a pile of ashes!"
"Alright, I think you're being a little bit dramatic here-"
"Just last week Emma tried to build her own trampoline in the dining room!" Freddie exclaimed. "If you ask me, she still needs a babysitter herself. She's nowhere near responsible enough to look after Tyler. We'll just have to cancel our plans and stay in."
"You know," Sam said. "Maybe the reason Emma isn't as responsible as Ashton is because we've never given her the chance to be. Maybe if we show her that we think she can do just as good a job as Ashton would at watching Tyler, she'll rise to the occasion."
"Oh that is the biggest load of-"
"Excuse me, that's a line from one of the parenting books you bought for us," Sam pointed out.
"You mean you read those?" Freddie frowned.
"I scanned the back cover a few weeks ago when the wi-fi was down," Sam shrugged. "But don't you think it makes sense?"
"Well…I guess maybe in theory," Freddie said. "But-"
"If we never put any trust in Emma, how can we expect her to grow?" Sam continued.
"Okay, I'm never buying you any parenting books again," Freddie said.
"Wonderful," Sam smiled. "But I'm serious…I think we should give Emma a shot."
"But-"
"The restaurant is only ten minutes away," Sam reasoned.
"Yeah but-"
"We'll have our phones on the whole time," Sam continued.
"But what if-"
"Besides, Tyler's been up in his room all day playing that new video game he got for his birthday," Sam said. "I doubt he'll leave his room all night."
Freddie sighed.
"Come on," Sam said gently. "It will mean a lot to her if we give her this chance."
Freddie let out a long breath. "Well, I still think this is a bad idea, but…alright. Emma can watch Tyler tonight while we go out."
"Great," Sam said, leaning up to give her husband a quick kiss. "Come on. Let's go tell her and then hurry up and get out of here. If we miss our reservation at the restaurant, we're gonna wind up spending our first night out in ten months at Inside-Out Burger."
"Like you'd have a problem with that," Freddie chuckled.
"No, but I know you'd be wazzed off," Sam pointed out. "I'm trying to be considerate here, you nub. Now come on."
The couple headed back out of the kitchen to the living room, where Emma was waiting.
"Alright, Em, your dad and I are going to leave you in charge of Tyler tonight," Sam said. "This is a really big responsibility for you, alright? You can't fool around. We're trusting you here."
"I know, I'm not gonna mess up," Emma said, rolling her eyes. "Hey, do I get paid for babysitting?"
"There's pizza money in the kitchen, and you can keep the change," Sam said.
"Alright," Emma shrugged.
"Emma, your mom and I are just going to be at Pini's," Freddie said. "That's a ten minute drive away. Five minutes if we really step on it. Call us if anything happens."
"I will."
"Don't open the door for anybody," Freddie continued. "And I don't care how annoying Tyler might be, don't do anything to him."
"I won't."
"No setting up booby traps," Freddie went on. "No trying to buy fireworks online, no trying to hotwire a car-"
"I've never tried to hotwire a car," Emma frowned.
"Just keep Tyler and yourself out of trouble," Sam said, grabbing Freddie's arm as he opened his mouth again. "We're sure you'll do a great job, Em. We should be back home by eleven."
"Okay, bye," Emma said. "Have fun on your date."
"Think we should turn off the gas line or something?" Freddie asked as Sam pulled him out the door.
"Dude…"
"I know!" Freddie said. "I have a ton of tiny cameras in my office that I'm working with for work! I can run back into the house, say I forgot my wallet or something, and set one of them up downstairs! That way we can keep an eye on everything from the restaurant; the video feed goes straight to my phone!"
"Or you can not act like a crazy person and actually trust your daughter," Sam said. "Seriously, Emma will be just fine in charge. Now come on, I'm starving."
"Okay, okay," Freddie said as him and Sam got into their car. He gave one last look back at the house as they pulled out of the driveway, wondering if this would be the last time he saw the home in one piece.
…..
"-And Carly keeps trying to get me to go to her new yoga class with her," Sam said later on as the couple sat at their table. "But I dunno, the whole idea just freaks me out. I don't like people telling me how to breathe and chiz."
"Uh-huh…" Freddie nodded, absentmindedly playing with a breadstick.
"I might have to go with her to one class though, just to get her off my back," Sam continued. "You know how pushy Carly can be sometimes. But the yoga studio is right next to that place that sells those enormous cinnamon buns, so at least I can have a delicious breakfast to look forward to afterwards."
"Yup," Freddie said simply.
Sam frowned.
"And did I tell you that I'm thinking of dying my hair bright purple? Yeah, it's gonna cost about five thousand bucks at the salon, but I think it's worth it, don't you?"
"That's nice," Freddie nodded.
"Fredwad!" Sam snapped.
"What?"
"You're not listening to anything I'm saying!" Sam said.
"I am too!" Freddie defended. "You were just telling me that you um, that you-"
"Yeah, you were listening alright," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, you think the fire department would call us on our cells if they had to go to our house?" Freddie asked.
"Seriously?"
"You know what? If our waiter comes to take our order, get me the lasagna," Freddie said, making to stand up. "I'm just gonna step outside and call the house really quick."
"What? No!" Sam exclaimed.
"I just want to make sure everything is okay," Freddie said.
"Freddie, Emma will call us if anything goes wrong," Sam said. "If you call up and check on her twenty minutes after we left, she's gonna know you don't trust her."
"I do trust her!"
"Really? Because you have a funny way of showing it," Sam said. "Come on, you never have a problem leaving Ashton in charge."
"Ashton's responsible!"
"And Emma can be too if she gets the chance!" Sam said. "You need to relax."
"I'd be relaxed if you would've let me set up the cameras like I wanted," Freddie retorted.
"Do you hear yourself?"
"You know what? I need to go check on them," Freddie said, shaking his head.
"No!"
"Sam, I'll be quick," Freddie said. "I'm just gonna run to the house, peek through the window, and make sure nothings on fire."
"You do this and your daughter's going to be devastated," Sam warned.
"She's not even going to know," Freddie said, standing up. "I'll be back in twenty minutes."
"Don't be surprised if I eat your food before you get back then," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
…..
"Sam will see; Emma's not going to know that I went back to check up on her," Freddie said as he turned down the family's street. "Hmm…maybe I should park the car away from the house just to be sure."
He turned and pulled into the driveway of an empty house that was for sale a couple of homes down from his own and hopped out of the car.
"Alright," he said, starting towards his home. "Just a quick peek inside and then I'll be on my way back to Pini's for my lasagna."
When Freddie stepped into his front lawn, though, he saw the curtains were pulled shut in front of the living room windows, blocking his view into the house.
"Huh…well no problem," Freddie said to himself. "I'll just sneak in through the back door and take a quick look inside."
Freddie quietly made his way to the back of the house and tried to open up the back door that led inside to the kitchen. When he turned the knob, though, he found that the door was locked.
"Guess Emma locked this," Freddie mumbled to himself. "Well, I guess that was smart of her. Good thing I have my keys with-no!"
He fumbled around in his pockets and found that his house key was missing. He must've left it in his coat pocket back at the restaurant.
"Great, now how am I supposed to see what's going on?" Freddie sighed. "The curtains are blocking the window view and now this? Hmm…too bad Sam refused to come with me; she could've at least picked this lock….Hey! That's it! I bet I could pick this lock real quick; I've seen Sam do it a million times; how hard can it be? I think I just need a credit card and pin or something…"
He pulled out his wallet and picked up a sharp looking twig from the ground and began to fiddle around with the lock.
"Dang it! Sam makes it look so easy," Freddie mumbled, frustrated, as the twig broke in the keyhole. "Alright, well if I can't get in through here, maybe I can-"
Just then his phone began to buzz in his pocket and he pulled it out and saw Emma's name flashing across the screen.
"Hello?" Freddie said, keeping his voice down as he answered.
"Daddy, you said to call you or mom right away if something happened here," Emma said at once.
"What? Emma, what's wrong?" Freddie said, panicked. He knew he should've listened to his gut and not have left Emma and Tyler alone.
"I-I think someone's trying to break into the house," Emma said.
"You what?"
"Tyler and I heard footsteps in the backyards a few minutes ago," Emma said. "And-And just now we heard the scratching coming from the back door. It sounded like someone was trying to pick the lock or something."
"Oh…" Freddie said, realization sinking in. "Um…Well…"
"The back door is bolted shut, and so are the rest of the doors and windows," Emma continued. "And I just called the police before I called you. They're on their way now."
"You called the cops?" Freddie frowned.
"Yeah, they said they should be here in a few minutes," Emma said. "I've got Tyler down here with me and we're both going to go down to the basement until the police get here. I know it's your date night with mom and that I told you everything would be fine here, but can you guys please come back? We're both really freaked out."
Freddie mentally kicked himself. Sam would just love this. "I-Yeah, um, we-we'll be home as soon as we can," Freddie said. "We-We're going to leave the restaurant right now."
"Thank you," Emma said shakily, and Freddie felt a pang of guilt ripple through him.
"Well, guess this was one of my worst ideas ever," Freddie sighed as he hung up his phone and stuck it back into his pocket. "Alright, well I'll just have to go back to the restaurant, tell Sam we have to go home, come back here and then-"
"Put your hands in the air!"
Freddie spun around and saw two officers standing right in front of him with their guns out.
"What the-" Freddie sputtered, completely caught off guard.
"Hands in the air!" the officer shouted again, and Freddie quickly complied.
"What's going on?" Freddie frowned. "I'm not doing anything!"
"In case you didn't get the memo, punk, it's against the law to break and enter!" the second officer said as he hurried towards Freddie, pulling out his handcuffs. "You're going down to the station with us."
"Break and-oh! Oh no, officers, see, this is just a big understanding," Freddie chuckled.
"You think robbery is a joking matter?" the first officer snapped.
"No!" Freddie said quickly. "But I'm not a robber, I live here!"
"That's what they all say," the second officer said as he cuffed Freddie's wrists.
"Hey! Take these off of me!" Freddie cried.
"We will, once we get you to a holding cell," the first officer said.
"I'm telling you the truth, this is my house!" Freddie exclaimed.
"Then why were you sneaking around back here?"
"Because I-Look, all I wanted to do was sneak into my house to check on my kids!" Freddie said. "My daughter and son are home alone tonight and I just wanted to make sure they were okay. I can call them out here right now and they'll tell you I'm their father and I live here!"
"You're not getting near any kids that live here!" the second officer said firmly.
"I-You-You can call my wife then!" Freddie sputtered desperately. "Yeah, she'll tell you! She's still at the restaurant, but if you get my cell phone and call her she'll confirm everything!"
The officer's exchanged quick glances.
"Give us your phone," the first officer said. "We'll call this wife of yours from our car and-"
"Dad?"
Freddie and the officers spun around saw Emma standing at the now open back door.
"Ma'am, we need you to wait inside," the second officer said. "Until we get this thug away from your house. I will be with you in a moment to take your statement and wait with you until your parents get home and-"
"Didn't you just hear her? I'm her dad!" Freddie snapped. "Emma, tell them."
"Sweetheart, is this man really your father?" the officer asked.
"Uh, yeah," Emma nodded, confused. "But dad, what are you doing here? You couldn't have gotten back from the restaurant this quickly…"
"Er…"
"And why do the police have you?" Emma continued. "Where's the guy that was sneaking around out here? Did you catch him?"
"This was the man that was sneaking around out here," the second officer told Emma.
"What?" Emma frowned.
"Alright, alright, can you two just uncuff me now?" Freddie asked. "Then I can take my daughter inside and-"
"Sir, we still need to verify that you do in fact live here," the first officer said.
"But she just said I'm her dad!"
"Well for all we know, you could've coerced her into saying that," the second officer shrugged.
"How could I have done that? You two have been here the whole time she's been out here with us!" Freddie sputtered.
"Just following protocol," the first officer shrugged. He turned to the second officer. "I'll take this guy in to the station. You stay here until a parent that wasn't just sneaking around the back of the house suspiciously comes home."
"Got it," the second officer nodded.
"But I-You-Oh come on!" Freddie exclaimed as the first officer dragged him off to the parked cop car at the front of the house. "I was just being a concerned parent!"
"That's what they all say, buddy," the officer said as he shoved Freddie into the back of the cop car.
…
"Well, well, well," Sam grinned an hour later as Freddie walked out to the main office of the police station where his wife was waiting for him. "Isn't this a change of pace…I'm here getting you out of jail. Man, I wish I had a camera…Oh! I do!"
She pulled out her cellphone and snapped a quick pic of Freddie as the officer uncuffed him.
"Sam…"
"No, no, you don't get to 'Sam' me," Sam said. "For once I get to 'Freddie' you."
"Can we just go home?" Freddie sighed. "I just had to ride in the back of a cop car and sit in a holding cell with a guy who's in for filling his boss's car with scorpions. He claimed he still had a scorpion on him that he would throw at me…"
"Well lucky for you, you get to sit in the back of a cop car one more time," Sam said brightly.
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, you know, since you took the car and left me stranded at the restaurant, I had to be brought over here by the cops," Sam said. "Gotta say, it's interesting riding in one of those cars without handcuffs. Anyway, the cops are gonna give us a ride back home."
"Well this evening is officially the worst in my life," Freddie said heavily.
"Dude, what were you thinking?" Sam asked, shaking her head.
"I just-"
"You really had that little faith in Emma that you snuck around the house like a crazy person just to check on her?" Sam continued. "Do you have any idea how hurt she's going to be?"
"I know, I know, I messed up," Freddie snapped. "Can you stop rubbing it in?"
"Fine," Sam shrugged. "I'll leave it up to Emma to make you feel terrible about all of this."
When the couple was dropped back off at their house, the two let themselves inside, where Emma, Tyler, and one of the police officers, was waiting in the living room.
"Hi, thanks with staying with them," Sam said to the officer. "And sorry about all of the trouble my husband caused."
"No problem, ma'am, just doing my job," the officer said, getting to his feet. As he made towards the door, he turned back and looked at Sam. "Hey, you look familiar…didn't I pick you up a while back for shoving a chili dog down an ambassador's pants or-"
"Well bye!" Sam said quickly, opening the front door and ushering the officer out. Once the officer was gone, Sam and Freddie turned back to Emma and Tyler.
"Why did dad get arrested?" Tyler asked at once, obviously finding the whole situation very amusing.
"I was not arrested," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.
"Then why'd the police take you away?"
"Okay Tyler, why don't you get back up to your room," Sam said.
As Tyler hurried up the stairs, Freddie looked down at Emma. "So…" he began awkwardly. "I bet that you are a little confused as to what exactly-"
"Did you sneak back home to check on me?" Emma asked right away.
"Uh, n-no," Freddie stammered weakly.
"Well then why were you sneaking around the backyard?" Emma asked.
"Well…um, see the thing is-"
"You didn't think I could handle being in charge," Emma said softly, looking down at her lap. "Did you? So you came back to check up on me."
"No, Emma, it's not that," Freddie said quickly. "It's just…as a parent you're always worried about your kids and-"
"You never check up on Jason and Ashton when they're in charge," Emma pointed out, causing Freddie's argument to fall flat.
"Well, no, but-but Jason and Ashton are both extremely responsible and I-"
"So you don't think I'm responsible like them?"
"No!" Freddie said. "What I meant was-"
"Emma, despite anything that might have happened tonight, you were very responsible," Sam said, cutting in. "You heard something suspicious in the backyard; something that could've been a dangerous burglar or who knows what else. And you were very smart and responsible and not only kept your little brother safe, but got the cops here too. If this had been a burglary, which hopefully you'll never have to actually deal with, you did everything right."
"Well, at least one of you trusted me," Emma mumbled, glaring up at her father.
"Honey…" Freddie started. "I-I-"
"Whatever," Emma said, getting to her feet and storming upstairs. A few seconds later Sam and Freddie heard her bedroom door slam shut.
"Ugh, well this night just keeps getting better and better," Freddie groaned, shaking his head. "Alright, well, come on, we need to go talk to her."
"We?" Sam frowned, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. "No, no, no. We didn't mess up here, you did. You were the one who didn't think Emma could be responsible enough to be in charge here, snuck around the house to try and spy on her, got yourself arrested, and hurt Emma's trust. So you go talk to her while I sit back and enjoy the leftover lasagna that I didn't get to eat at the restaurant."
"Did you bring me back my lasagna?" Freddie asked.
"Yup," Sam said, opening up a take-out container and digging in. "Though I might have eaten it on the way to the police station to pick you up…"
"Sam!"
"Hey, no 'Sam'-ing me, remember?" Sam snapped. "Just go upstairs and talk to Emma!"
"Fine," Freddie mumbled.
He headed upstairs to Emma and Ashton's bedroom and knocked on the door.
"Emma?" he called. "Emma, can I-"
"Go away!" Emma said from inside.
"Em, come on, I-I know you're mad at me," Freddie said, wriggling the locked doorknob. "But just open up so I can explain-"
"Explain what?" Emma said, yanking the door open suddenly. "Explain how you have absolutely no faith in me?"
"I-Alright," Freddie conceded, hanging his head. "I was out of line tonight, Emma, and you have every reason to be upset with me. But-But I was just worried because-well see-I was just-Babysitting is a huge responsibility and-"
"But I told you I could handle it," Emma said.
"Yes, I know, and-and you did," Freddie said. "Like your mom said downstairs, you did such a good job handling everything when you thought there was somebody trying to break into the house. Clearly I-I had nothing to worry about."
Emma looked down at her feet. "I know I'm not as responsible as Ashton, but-but I wouldn't mess around babysitting Tyler."
"I know that now, and I should've known that before," Freddie said. "I'm really sorry, Emma. I messed up. How can I make it up to you?"
"Make it up to me?" Emma repeated slowly.
"Yeah, anything you want," Freddie nodded. "Er, well, anything reasonable, I should say. Maybe we can go see that weird gorilla movie you've been talking about together, or we can go to the sporting goods store and pick you out some new soccer cleats or-"
"-Can I babysit Tyler again?" Emma asked. "For real, this time?"
"Huh?" Freddie frowned. "You mean you still want to watch your brother for your mom and me? Even after all of this?"
"Well, for the forty-five minutes you actually left me in charge tonight, it was actually really fun," Emma shrugged. "Maybe being responsible once in a while isn't terrible."
"Wow, really?" Freddie smiled. "That's great to hear, Em."
"Now don't get carried away, I'm not gonna turn into Ashton or anything and start doing crazy stuff like getting my homework done on time," Emma said quickly.
"Of course not," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "Well…okay then, Emma, how about you babysit tomorrow night? Your mom and I didn't really get a chance to enjoy our date night tonight."
"Okay…" Emma said. "One two conditions, though. One, you don't sneak back to the house and check up on me again."
"Emma, trust me, after everything that happened tonight, I'll never be that stupid again," Freddie assured her.
"Good," Emma said, satisfied.
"Now what's your second condition?" Freddie asked.
"You pay me double," Emma smirked, crossing her arms triumphantly.
