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 "𝙰𝚍𝚊𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜!" ⁂𖣔
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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅
Evie walked into school, with Adam's arm wrapped around her shoulder and Bree walking next to her. "Oh, check out what I've done with my locker!" Adam exclaimed, dropping his arm from Evie's shoulder, running over to his locker. Evie laughed, as Bree linked their arms together.
Adam opened his locker, pulling on a green rubber toy, causing it to bounce. "Tah-dah!" He sang. "Aww. You even have a picture of me." Evie smiled, unlinking her arm from Bree's, in order to wrap her arms around Adam's waist. "Of course, Love bug!" Adam cooed, kissing her head. He then looked back at his locker, pointing out the different stuff.
"Here's where I keep my books. Down here I keep random strands of hair I've collected to make fake mustaches." He said, holding the hair up to his nose as a mustache. "And here is where I stockpile old lunches, or, as I like to call it, my tum-tum yum-yums." He added. Bree turned to look at Evie with a confused look. "What the hell do you see in...him?" She asked, motioning her hand up and down Adam.
Evie shrugged, moving so her back was resting against Adam's chest. "Leave him alone. Not everyone is perfect." She replied, as Adam wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Evie looked up at him with a sweet smile. "She's just jealous." Adam muttered, kissing Evie. "Not in front of me!" Bree exclaimed, covering her eyes. The couple pulled away, rolling their eyes.
"Hey, Leo. What's that?" Bree asked, as she noticed Leo walking towards them. "My progress report. I can't believe my science teacher says I'm always late to class." Leo huffed. Adam glanced up from whispering with Evie. "You are always late to class." He replied.
