Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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We were in the lab, with Leo was moving from one gadget to the next like a kid in a futuristic candy store while Chase, Donald and I were preparing for The Call that we have this afternoon. "Oooh. Ah. Ho, ho." Leo went to grab an invention that was put onto the table. "What's this?"
Before he could press a random button—or blow something up—Mr. Davenport darted over and gently snatched it out of his hands. "Hey! That's part of my 'Put That Down' collection." he said, placing it back on the desk like it was made of glass. "Oh, sweet pen!" Leo grabbed another invention which was an air canister pen. "That's not a pen." he warned sharply, arranging the inventions that were on the same countertop. "It's a highly-pressurized air canister that can inflate a blimp in 8.6 seconds."
"This little thing?" Leo raised an eyebrow, holding up the sleek canister like it weighed nothing. "Mhmm." "Impossible." In an instant, a massive blast of air exploded from the canister like a hurricane, slamming into all of us. Chairs skidded, papers flew, and we were hurled backward like rag dolls.
I grabbed the edge of the table to keep from flying across the room as Donald's glasses flew straight onto his face, which were previously on top of his head, squinting behind them in panic. Both Donald and Chase tried to lunge at the canister in a chaotic tangle, arms flailing, hair whipping in the wind. The struggle was ridiculous, until finally, Donald managed to snatch the device from Leo's hands and slam it off. The wind died instantly, leaving the room in stunned, bed-headed silence. Panting, I let go of the table edge, hair in my face, shirt ruffled. "You might wanna put a little warning sign on that." Leo said casually, like he hadn't just sent us all flying.
Leo looked around at the mess he'd just created just as we were catching our breath, with Donald pushing up his glasses back on top of his head with a huff. Leo smirked. "So... what is this? A garage sale for geeks?" Donald let out a short, mocking laugh. "Ha—" His face dropped into seriousness mid-chuckle. "—No. We're preparing for... The Call." Chase jumped in with a grin, elaborating further. "Once a year, Mr. Davenport, Dawn and I showcase his latest inventions to international buyers."
"So basically..." I began with a sly grin, dragging out the words just enough to cue them in. We all chimed in at the same time, our voices synced. "Ka-ching!"
With a burst of smooth energy, we leaned in and bumped hands in our practiced, signature handshake and a clicking sound with our tongues to finish it off. "Blblbl."
A beat late, he lunged forward with wild enthusiasm, wiggling his fingers and mimicking the tongue click, clearly trying to make his way into the moment. He awkwardly tried to squeeze between us mid-handshake, disrupting the rhythm completely, only to get a confused, sideways glance from all of us. "What are you doing?"
"I wanna be in on... The Call." Leo declared, puffing out his chest like a proud superhero striking a triumphant pose. "But Leo..." I slowly stepped up beside him, placing a hand gently—but pityingly—on his shoulder. My expression was completely deadpan, voice dropping into mock-seriousness. "...you're dumb." A beat of silence passed. Then I blinked, snapped out of the fake melancholy, and cracked a grin. "Okay, that's really fun to do."
