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Capítulo XII- Espagueti
The Davenport-Dooely family barely passed as your average rich family. Mr. Davenport imported new technology into his house, making the neighbors wonder what kind of things the rich scientist was creating. Then, the three kids appeared out of nowhere. He had supposedly lived alone for years until his wife and stepson arrived. Tasha and Leo were the most normal out of that house even if they thought Leo was a little strange. They wouldn't be the only ones who thought that. Oh, and Patience biking up the hill to visit his best friend's house.
However, if they were to truly look into their home, they wouldn't be surprised at the secrets they held. Possibly freaked out for sure, but not surprised. Leo held his arms wide behind his head as Adam bench-pressed him, lying on the floor. He had a mat below him to support his back. Leo counted his repetitions without getting lost. "467, 468, put some muscle in it. 469..."
Chase threw the ball to Patience. She caught the perfect aim before throwing it to Bree. Her aim was a little off compared to his. Then, again, she couldn't calculate the angle as he could. It was all on her arm and hope it wouldn't come in contact with the people who weren't playing.
Mr. Davenport lifted his leg. It almost looked like he was doing a tree pose, securing a radio helmet to his head. He shushed the boys beside him in front of the couch, "Shh! I'm picking up a radio from Singapore." Mr. Davenport sang in a foreign language, grinning, "That's gonna be a hit you mark my words."
Tasha sat on the bar stool, keeping a fake smile. She pressed the phone to her ear, listening to Leo's grandmother on the other end of the line. She licked her lips, lowering the phone, "Love you, bye!" She quickly hung up as Rose's voice continued. She set it down afraid to touch it.
"You know, we're gonna have to have your mother over eventually," Mr. Davenport stated, lowering his leg.
"No, we don't," she declined. "Look, my mom doesn't just visit. She has inspections. If she spots anything weird, she will use it as an excuse for her to move in."
Patience nodded, pulling her arm grasping the ball back, "Once, Grandma Rose saw a man walking down the street too many times during a visit and stayed for a week and a half."
Leo added, "It was supposed to be two weeks, but thankfully the neighbor called about a pipe bursting on their street." He glanced down at Adam. He had slowed down his reps for Leo to speak. "I didn't stop counting. 487,488,489..."
"Go long, Bree!" Patience shouted. She threw the ball across the room near Tasha.
Bree supersped to Tasha's side. A breeze blew in hers and Mr. Davenport's direction as she caught the ball. She shrugged, smiling, "Nothing weird here." She hopped away and tossed it back to Patience. Her reflexes kicked in, grasping it with one hand before it hit her face.
