~About 20 minutes of awkward laughter and blushing later~

Danielle's POV

We step into Chick Fil A, and we order chicken nuggets and sandwiches. When the food is ready we go sit down....At the kiddie table. So many people are staring at us. As if Joey and I care! Normally Reagan would be a whole other story, but right now... Well she has other things *coughDonaldcough* on her mind.

"So, Donald..." Reagan says, a bit nervous sounding, intently staring at her twiddling fingers. "I just wanna say, I'm super sorry for being so... weird..."

"Actually, I'm used to it." He says, flashing an accusing look at Joey.

"Woah! Things just got real!" Joey shouts.

He tackles Donald, who laughs. "Joey, haven't you learned by now that trying to fight your big brother is a hopeless battle."

"This time..." I say. "He's got backup!"

"Guys...Guys! Don't make me go get, Alan Powell." Reagan exclaims, from her hiding spot underneath the very short kiddie table.

And in a moment of uncanny timing in walks a familiar tall singer/actor with a little girl on each side of him. It was none other than the Alan, himself.

"Wow, speak of the spy!" Reagan murmurs in awe, slipping out from under the table now, to a standing position.

"And what do you guys think you are doing?" Alan asks in a calm yet stern voice, causing the Stamper bros to freeze. Oh, he's good.

"Uhhh...not fighting each other?" I say, it comes out as more of a question.

Donald gives me a "why would say that?!?" look while Joey flashes me a 'great, now we're in huge trouble' look. I glance at Alan. He doesn't look too happy with my answer.... Whoopsie doopsie!

"Well....girls...what do you think we should punish them with?" Alan looks down at his daughters.

"No... ice cream." Presley says, with a cute little girl shudder at the thought of such horror.

"I ain't hurting." Joey says leaning back in his chair, trying to look cool.

Avery whispers in her dad's ear after he picks her up. "Good idea, AJ! You guys... AJ has spoken....the punishment....shall be...." He drags every few words painfully slow out, watching us squirm.

"...banned henceforth from the premises!" He finally exclaims as he strikes a heroic pose. Joey's chair clatters to the floor, with him in it.

"WHAT??!!" Everyone yells.

"NO!!" screams Joey, leaping up. "Not Chick fil a!!!! PLEASE!! I beg of you!" He drops to the floor at Alan's feet, hands clasped together as he pleads. "PLEASE NO!! I'LL DO ANYTHING!! I will... I'll never speak to Donald again!!!!"

"Well thanks, Broey, glad to see I mean that much to you!" Donald says sarcastically.

Alan laughs a bit, but then gets serious again. "No, you're not actually banned-"

"Bless you!" Joey exclaims, and I seriously think he might kiss Alan's shoe.

"But!" says Alan holding up one finger, looking at Joey with a certain extent of annoyance. "A.J. did have a pretty good idea...."

"Wait, what is she like three?" Donald asks, laughing really hard. "What's her idea? A time out?" He laughs, actually snorting.

Alan stares at him. Donald gulps hard. "Oh boy...." He murmurs, realizing his mistake.

 Alan looks super annoyed. "Uhh, no. A.J.'s idea just so happen to be...." He pauses for dramatic effect, a satisfied smile on his face."...Hugging it out."

"Wait what?" says Donald.

Alan shrugs. "Just give your brother a hug."

Donald and Joey come towards each other like they are afraid to touch, and quickly barely hug and step away like they were burnt. A.J. is frowning. "Again." This time I notice she has her dad's phone and is ready to take a picture.

"No way!" says Joey, not realizing A.J.'s got a camera.

 "No, I agree." Says Alan, crossing his arms.

Reagan and I just sit there. Joey reaches out a little, with a look on his face that could only be described as 'I don't wanna'. Donald turns around crossing his arms, acting more like a 5 year old.

"Boys..." says Alan.

"Count to three, daddy." Presley suggests.

"One... two..." Alan threatens.

Joey looks at Donald and Donald looks at Joey. They hug each other, for bit longer this time, then pull apart. "That's better. And it was successful. Now I have an idea for Joey-Chad breakouts." Alan says with a gleam in his eyes.

With that, Alan walks away with his girls. The boys look embarrassed. "Aw, that was sweet." My sister and I say in perfect unison.

"Yeah, uhhh...." Joey says nervously. "Sorry, you had to see that." He strikes a manly pose.

I laugh, shaking my head, "Oh, Joey... I actually thought it was pretty adorable." I covered my mouth. That last part wasn't supposed to come out. Reagan giggles.

"Yeah, cause you're so much better." I whisper sarcastically at her.

Her response? It was pretty predictable. She blushes. Donald laughs.

"Oh boy," says Joey. "Here comes the never ending cycle again..."