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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Evie was humming quietly to herself as she reorganized her desk. "Evie! I need your help!" Bree shouted, bursting into the brunette's room. "J-Jesus, Bree!" Evie exclaimed, holding a hand to her heart. "A little warning next time." She sighed. "Sorry." Bree sheepishly smiled. "What do you need help with?" Evie asked, placing the last glitter gel pen in her pencil holder.
"Well...I wanna try out for the cheer team and since you're on the team...maybe you could help me." Bree explained, fiddling with her fingers. Evie smiled, nodding. "Sure. But I gotta warn you. The new cheer captain is a royal bitch." She said, pushing in her desk chair. Bree nodded, smiling brightly as she grabbed Evie's wrist, pulling her out of her bedroom and downstairs.
Evie sat down at one of the stools at the kitchen island. She gave Bree a nod, signaling her to start. "Ready! Okay! We're dynamite! We're dynamite! We're tick-tick-tick-tick-boom! Dynamite! We're boom! Dynamite! Whoo! Boom! Boom!" Bree cheered, before Adam came running into the room. "Bree, you scared me! I thought you blew up!" He laughed.
Evie smiled, rising to her feet. "No, I was practicing my cheer." Bree replied. "Oh, you mean...tick-tick-tick-tick-boom! We're dynamite! We're boom!" He exclaimed, before furrowing his brows. "Also, what is boom dynamite? I'm all excited and I don't even know what it is!" He added.
Evie laughed, running her hand up and down his arm, before interlocking their fingers. "Adam, that's the beauty of cheerleading. You don't have to think." Bree replied. "Then it's perfect for me! I cannot wait for tryouts." Adam said. Evie squealed, squeezing his hand. "You would make an adorable cheerleader, babe!" She gushed, pecking his cheek. "Wait, you're trying out?" Bree asked.
