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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It was one o'clock in the morning, and instead of being asleep in our beds, all of us were gathered in the living room with tired, irritated expressions. Outside, our new neighbor's car roared through the neighborhood once again, its engine revving so loudly that the walls practically shook. The sound had become a nightly occurrence, and everyone's patience was wearing thin. Bree stormed back inside after slamming the front door. "Ugh! This new neighbor has got to go!" she groaned.
"Why does he keep racing his car up and down our street every night?" Chase asked miserably. Just then, Leo shuffled downstairs and joined us as I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "I don't know, Chase. Why don't you ask him?" I replied sarcastically, making him shot me a look. "Ooh! I know this one!" Adam said excitedly, referring to his brother's question. "To get to the other side." Chase and I stared at him in disbelief while the sound of the engine echoed through the neighborhood once again. Leo stretched and rubbed his eyes dramatically. "He clearly has no respect for my beauty sleep. It takes at least eight hours to look this good. Ten, if you want that Leo glow." He framed his face with his hands and smiled proudly. "Nobody cares, Leo." I groaned. Being woken up in the middle of the night had left me far too cranky to tolerate his usual self-confidence. A moment later, Donald came downstairs to investigate the noise. Unfortunately, he was still wearing his cheetah-print pajamas and an eye mask pushed up onto his forehead—a sight none of us had been prepared for.
"I cannot believe I have to wake up to this!" he complained. "I can't believe I have to wake up to that." Leo shot back while looking Donald up and down. Donald placed a hand on his chest, offended. "This is Italian silk. A cheetah wishes he looked this good." "A cheetah would have the decency to cover that up with a robe." Bree replied instantly. I couldn't help smiling despite how tired I was. Donald, however, shot her an annoyed glare before marching to the front door. Throwing it open, he looked toward the street.
"Hey, Pierce! Get your car off my lawn!" he shouted.
Then he pulled out his phone and began tapping through an app. "Let's see how he likes my new high-pressure sprinkler system." We crowded near the doorway and watched as Donald stepped outside, still fiddling with the controls. "Okay." he said with satisfaction. "Set to 'Monsoon.'" The sprinklers erupted with incredible force, soaking the yard almost instantly. Pierce's car slid into the newly created mud and became stuck. Donald burst out laughing.
"Ha! He's stuck in the mud!" Unfortunately for him, victory lasted only a second.
As Pierce's car struggled to break free, the spinning tires launched a massive spray of mud directly at Donald. Before he could react, he was completely drenched from head to toe. Mud splattered across his expensive pajamas, his face, and even the eye mask on his forehead. Donald stood frozen in the yard, dripping with mud and looking absolutely furious. His expensive "Italian silk" pajamas were now covered in dirt, and the smug grin had vanished from his face.
