Twelve years ago, Donald Davenport adopted a three-year old girl, Genevieve Nelson, after her father, Donald's best friend, had passed away. For twelve years, Donald has managed to keep his adoptive daughter out of all the bionic dangers.
However...
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⁂𖣔 "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚐. 𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑." ⁂𖣔
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❤︎︎✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵❤︎︎
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅
Evie was standing by her locker, glancing over at Adam, who was talking with Chase and Leo. "You're so crushing on my brother." Bree said, walking up to Evie, and scaring her. "Jeez. Don't do that." Evie said, placing a hand over her heart. Bree laughed, shaking her head. "And no. I don't have a crush on Adam." She replied.
Bree smirked. "I never said Adam. I just said brother." She stated, causing Evie's eyes to widen, before she sighed. "He probably doesn't feel the same." She muttered. "Evie, trust me. He does." Bree replied, wrapping her arm around Evie's shoulders. "How do you know?" Evie asked, glancing over at Adam, who was already looking at her, but quickly looked away when he caught her eye.
"Because I know Adam better than he knows himself." Bree said. "Literally. Adam barely knows how to spell his own name." She added, causing the two of them to laugh. Evie shrugged. "Maybe." She whispered, before Bree dragged her over to the boys. "Are you guys talking about the dance too?" Bree asked, as she stopped next to Chase.
Evie gave her a confused look. "Why is everybody making such a big deal out of this stupid dance?" She asked. Evie laughed lightly, as she took Bree's arm off her shoulders. "Nobody's asked you yet, have they?" Chase teased. "No!" Bree whined, resting her head on Evie's shoulders, before glancing over to the side and lifting her head up.
"I really want to go with that guy. His name is Ethan. We sit next to each other in Chemistry. Coincidence? I think not. Chemistry!" She said, singing the last word. "What should I do?" She asked, turning to face Evie. "Why're you looking at me?" Evie asked, furrowing her brows.
