The first, however many chapters, were originally in my Lab Rats oneshot book. I decided to make it its own thing. I somewhat rewrote the chapter I already posted on that. If you already read them, you don't have to reread them, but I tried to make...
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Leo walked out of his class to see Adam, Chase, and Chelsea sitting with/standing around someone on the circular bench. The guy was playing an electric guitar.
"Oh, sweet!" Adam said. "Look at your fingers go! It's like each one has a little brain of its own."
"Thanks," the guy said. "You know, you guys are the only people who have talked to me at this school. I hate being the new kid."
"Yeah, we used to be the new kids that no one talked to," Chase said.
"Now we're just the vaguely familiar kids that no one talks to," Chelsea added.
Leo walked up and said, "Hey, peeps. What's the deal-io?"
"Hi. I'm Marcus," the guy, Marcus, said.
"I know. We have gym together," Leo said. "And study hall. And also chemistry. We're lab partners."
"Oh. I... did not know that." Marcus said. "Chase, you ever play guitar?"
"No, but I've always wanted to," Chase said.
"Well, I'm a jammer as well," Leo said. "My rocking is only eclipsed by my rolling."
"Leo, your mom said you played the clarinet for three weeks," Chase started.
"Until you swallowed the reed," Chelsea finished.
"I passed it," Leo said.
"Here, Chase," Marcus said, holding out his electric guitar. "You wanna give it a go?"
"W- yeah- yeah. Sure. Why not?" Chase grabbed the guitar.
Chase scanned the guitar with his bionic eye and then started playing it at an expert level. He jumped from the bench to the floor while shredding it (idk). He soon stopped and got off the floor, embarrassed, handing the guitar quickly back to Marcus.
"Uh... What do you know? Beginner's luck," Chase said.
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Adam, Chase, Chelsea, and Marcus sat at a lunch table eating. Marcus said, "So me and my dad moved around a lot. I was homeschooled for most of my life."
"No way!" Adam said. "So were we! We are so similar! Do you have a third nipple too?"
"Anyway..." Chase said, somewhat glaring at Adam. "That's a pretty sweet guitar, Marcus."
"Yeah, and you're a natural, bro!" Marcus said, then got an idea. "Guys! We should start a band!"
"Oh, that's a great idea!" Adam said and started drumming sticks rhythmically on the table. "But what would I play? Oh, I got it! No, I don't got it."
"I think you're gonna be our drummer, Adam."
"Hmm," Adam hummed. "Interesting choice. I had been pondering the French horn."
