She-Freak - Chase Davenport

thirteen.

Saturday, 18th May 2013

In the lab, Bree was on the phone with Caitlin, while the bionics brothers followed her around and laughed.

- "Caitlin, calm down, okay? Calm down." She said to her friend on the phone.

- "Yes, Caitlin, calm down!" Chase mocked.

- "Yeah, you need to CHILL OUT!" Adam shouted.

The two boys laughed and did a handshake. The bionic girl sighed, frustrated, and walked to the other side of the lab, away from her brothers, who followed her.

- "Hey, Rodney breaks up with you every two weeks. That is, like, totally normal." She, hopelessly, tried to calm her friend, who started crying over the phone. "No! No, don't cry, don't cry." Caitlin screamed over the phone. The Davenport girl pulled her phone, away from her ear. "Okay, scream. Screaming is good."

- "Screaming is so good." The genius boy replied.

One by one, the Davenports boys started to make shrieking noises and laughed.

It's so funny to annoy Bree. The young scientist thought.

- "I am so sick of you!" The sister yelled at her brothers. "No, no, no! I'm not sick of you, Caitlin." She explained to her friend, on the phone. "Maybe Rodney just needs some space."

- "Yeah, maybe Rodney's an astronaut!" The youngest Davenport exclaimed.

- "Yeah, maybe he dumped Caitlin for a one-eyed Martian girl!" The tallest yelled.

Bree looked, irritated, at her brothers.

- "Caitlin, hold on!" She yelled, over the phone, and walked away to her capsule.

- "Ooh!" The brothers mocked.

She, silently, laughed at Adam and Chase, through the soundproof capsule, before going back to her call.

- "Okay, what were you saying?" The bionic girl asked.

- "I got this." The genius pushed some buttons on the console, causing Bree's phone went flying into the capsule's ceiling with a bang. The brothers laughed, loudly, and high-fived. "I love magnets!"

The Davenport girl, unsuccessfully, reached for her phone.

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Bree stormed upstairs, with Adam and Chase following her very closely, laughing. They walked to the couch, where Donald, Tasha, and Leo were watching a movie.

- "Mr. Davenport, I cannot stand them anymore. Can they please go live in your warehouse?" The daughter asked.

- "Bree, the warehouse is where I keep my explosive chemicals." The father snickered.

- "Like I said, can they please go live in your warehouse?" She replied.

The youngest Davenport rolled his eyes.

- "Well, Donald, she is getting older." The mother said. "She needs privacy. Why don't you give her one of your extra rooms? You have, like, fourteen." She continued.

- "Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not have any extra rooms." The scientist defended.

- "You have a pool table room, bumper car room, arcade room, surf simulator room, not to mention a room full of mirrors!" The Davenport woman exclaimed.