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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I was in the lab with the guys. Bree was trying to calm down Caitlin because her boyfriend dumped her. Shocker. Her brothers are annoying her and honestly, it was giving me a headache.
"Caitlin, calm down, okay? Calm down."
"Yes, Caitlin, calm down!"
"Yeah, you need to CHILL OUT!" Adam told her and they laughed and high-fived. She got up from her seat and her siblings followed her like little ducklings.
"Hey, Rodney breaks up with you every two weeks. That is, like, totally normal. No! No, don't cry, don't cry." Bree told her but she screamed instead, making her flinch away from her phone. "Okay, scream. Screaming is good."
"Screaming is so good." Chase said as they both mocked Caitlin's scream.
"Guys, shut up!" I shouted but they ignored me.
"I am so sick of you!" Bree told her brother but Caitlin thought she was talking to her, making her cry even more "No, no, no! I'm not sick of you, Caitlin. Maybe Rodney just needs some space."
"Yeah, maybe Rodney's an astronaut!" Chase tried to joke but I facepalmed.
"Yeah, maybe he dumped Caitlin for a one-eyed Martian girl!" Adam continued as he squinched his eye.
"Caitlin, hold on!" Bree said irritated and glared at her brothers.
" Ooh!" Chase acted scared as she went into her capsule. "This could only go well." I muttered.
"I got this." Chase uses the console to make her phone attracted to the capsule's magnet whilst Bree tried reaching for it. "I love magnets!" the brothers laughed, amused at their sister's annoyance.
In these situations, I am so glad I'm a lonely child.
. . .
Bree and I tried getting away from them as they chased us from the lab to the kitchen, where the rest of the family were on the couch, to the point that it got infuriating. Not only were they annoying Bree but somehow I got roped in.
"Mr. Davenport, I cannot stand them anymore. Can they please go live in your warehouse?" she begged Mr. Davenport.
"Bree, the warehouse is where I keep my explosive chemicals." He responded.
" Like I said, can they please go live in your warehouse?" she repeated again not caring about the explosives.
"Well, Donald, she is getting older. " Tasha started "She needs privacy. Why don't you give her one of your extra rooms? You have like fourteen."
"Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa." He protested as he got up from the couch. " I do not have any extra rooms."
"You have a pool table room, bumper car room, arcade room, surf simulator room, not to mention a room full of mirrors!" Tasha remarked.
