(Y/N) POV
Adam, Bree, Chase, and I are in the lab Bree is on the phone with Caitlin while Adam and Chase follow her around and laugh "Caitlin, calm down, okay? Calm down."
"Yes, Caitlin, calm down!" Chase walks over to her and squats down to mock Bree
"Stop" Bree squats Chase away
Adam squats down behind Bree's chair "Yeah, you need to CHILL OUT!" Adam and Chase laugh while giving each other a handshake.
Bree scoffs and gets up out of the chair and walks over and stands next to me "Uhh! Hey, Rodney breaks up with you every two weeks. That is, like, totally normal. No! No, don't cry, don't cry." I can hear Caitlin screams over the phone "Okay, scream. Screaming is good."
Chase walks over and stands next to Bree "Screaming is so good." Adam and Chase take turns making shrieking noises and laughing
Bree turns to Adam and Chase "I am so sick of you!" she then starts talking to Caitlin "No, no, no! I'm not sick of you, Caitlin. Maybe Rodney just needs some space."
"Yeah, maybe Rodney's an astronaut!" Chase shouts into the phone
Adam starts laughing "Yeah, maybe he dumped Caitlin for a one-eyed Martian girl!"
"Caitlin, hold on!" Bree walks into her capsule
"Ooh!" Chase cooed
Chase looks at Adam then steps towards the console "I got this." He pushes some buttons on the console and Bree's phone goes flying into the capsule's ceiling with a bang. Adam and Chase laugh. "I love magnets!" Bree unsuccessfully reaches for her phone
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Bree grabbed a hold of my hand and stormed with stairs towards the living room while Adam and Chase follow behind us "Mr. Davenport, I cannot stand them anymore. Can they please go live in your warehouse?"
Davenport chuckles from the couch he is sitting on "Bree, the warehouse is where I keep my explosive chemicals."
"Like I said, can they please go live in your warehouse?" Bree says motioning to the boys while Chase starts to once again mock her.
Tasha turns over to Davenport "Well, Donald, she is getting older. She needs privacy like Y/n. Why don't you give her one of your extra rooms? You have like fourteen."
Davenport starts to get up from the couch "Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not have any extra rooms."
"You have a pool table room, bumper car room, arcade room, surf simulator room, not to mention a room full of mirrors!" Tasha shouts back at him while she stays sitting on the couch.
"Yeah, or as I like to call it, a room full of me." Davenport smiles thinking of himself
"Do you ever get tired of loving yourself way too much?" I question he just shakes his head.
"Y/n I would never get tired of seeing this handsome face"
Tasha turns over to Bree "Okay, Bree, you can have my sewing room."
Bree starts to get excited and turns over to Adam and Chase "Yes! So long, bozos!"
Chase shrugs his shoulders "Fine. Without you, we will make the lab totally awesome for ourselves."
"Mhm, that's right. No more hair scrunchies or rainbow-colored toe socks or pretty, pinky, shiny junk!" Adam pauses "Ooh, but I'm a little chapped. Could I borrow some of your Bubble Berry Pucker Bomb?" Adam snatches the chapstick off Bree's neck
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Angels Like You | C. Davenport
Fanfiction"It's not your fault I ruin everything, And it's not your fault I can't be what you need, Baby, Angels Like you can't fly down here with me" ----------- ↠ (Y/n)(L/n) has had a tough life but has it even tougher hiding her powers from the world...
