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 "𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎." ⁂𖣔
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❤︎︎✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵✩✵❤︎︎
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅
It was two in the morning and the new neighbors wouldn't stop driving their loud ass car up and down the street...again. Evie huffed in anger, throwing her blanket off. She slipped on a pair of fuzzy slippers before wrapping her blanket around herself, stopping down the stairs. "Woke you up, too?" Leo asked, walking down the stairs with his step-sister. "Yeah." Evie grumbled.
The three bionic teens, who were gathered in the living room, looked over as they heard someone coming down the stairs. "Someone has to off the new neighbors. I haven't slept in days." Evie huffed, walking over to Adam, who wrapped his arms around her, kissing her temple. Bree, who was looking out the front door, slammed it shut with an annoyed groan. "This new neighbor has got to go!" She shouted.
"Why does he keep racing his car up and down our street every night?" Chase asked. "Ooh! I know this one! To get to the other side." Adam replied as they all heard the tires of the car sketching. "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." Leo spoke. Evie rolled her eyes, turning in Adam's arms so her back was resting against his chest.
Just then Donald came running down the stairs in his animal print pajamas. "I cannot believe I have to wake up to this." He said. "I can't believe I have to wake up to that." Leo remarked, motioning to Donald's outfit. "This is Italian silk. A cheetah wishes he looked this good." Donald replied. "A cheetah would have the decency to cover that up with a robe." Bree snapped.
