Disclaimer: Standard still applies.
Emma had never seen two sets of couples be so different. Wiping off her desk she glanced at them, "So, what brings us here today?"
"They won't stop having sex on my bed." The Hummel twin in jeans said. Honestly, Emma would still sometimes have trouble telling the Hummel twins apart. The Puckerman twins were easier. Noah had the Mohawk.
Her hand stopped cleaning, "What?" She squeaked out.
The Hummel twin who was wearing tight red pants replied with and eye roll and, "We would stop if you agreed that me and Noah are much hotter than you two."
"And by 'stop'," Noah started, "my baby means 'maybe stop, at least do it less'."
Mark groaned then turned to Emma with pleading eyes, "Can't you put them in therapy for thinking that this is so important? Or knock some sense into them about boundaries?"
"Isn't this really more of a situation your parents should handle?" Emma tried.
"Dad's just happy that they're officially dating." Chris said with a sigh.