Exreme Case of the Awkwards

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A/N: So I've had this chapter in my head for a while now, but I wasn't really sure where to put it. So here seems pretty good.

Now then, let's get on with it!!

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Davenport's POV (Well, this is new)

I am going to find where it went! Douglas says he doesn't remember what happened to it after he had it, and something makes me believe him. So I definitely need to find who took my money, before bad things happen.

That's when I started to track the money with Douglas's help. I was using one of the computers in the lab and Douglas was using the other one.

"Hey, Donny, come see this." Douglas says to me all of a sudden. I walked over to him and looked at the screen.

"What did you find?" I ask him. He looks confused at what he found though.

"I'm not sure how to react to this, but I think that I've found almost all of the money." Dougy says to me.

"What do you mean most of it?" I ask in disbelief. "Someone's been using my money for things?" He just shrugs at my questions.

"What's the address of the house?" I ask him. "You know what never mind, I'll figure it out." I push him out of the way and track the signal myself. I right down the address and turn to walk out of the lab.

"Wait, where are you going?" Douglas asks me before I get down the tunnel.

"I'm gonna go confront this crazy person. I need to find out how this person hacked you to get all of the money and I am going to get it back." I say confidently.

"Do you really think that it's a good idea for you to go by yourself?" He asks me worriedly.

"I'll be fine." Then I leave him as he was about to ask me something else.

~~Meanwhile~~

Dylan's POV

These wings are made to fly, and we don't let nobody bring us down, down, down. No matter what you say, it won't hurt me. Don't matter if I fall from the sky. These wings are made to fly.

My workout playlist plays in the background of my training. This song makes me feel like I can do anything. But in the meantime, I'm using the simulator to kick bad guys in the stomach. Normal stuff.

That's when I hear the doorbell ring through the speakers. I shut off the simulator and grab the towel off the back of the chair. I run upstairs and close the lab door to the living room.

"I'll be there in a sec." I yell at whoever's on the other side of the door. I open the door and say, " Can I help-" Then I see who's there.

"Oh, hi Mr. Davenport. Can I help you with something?" He just stands there dumbfounded, but quickly recovers.

"Uh, hey Dylan. What are you doing here?" He asks me not even bothering to answer my question.

"Um, I live here." I tell him bluntly. This seems to surprise him even more.

"Really. Well, are your parents home?" Davenport asks trying to look around me.

"No. Sorry, they're not." I say using the towel to wipe off the back of my neck.

"Do you know when they'll be home?" He asks politely.

"They won't be." I simply put.

He gives me a puzzled look. "What do you mean 'they won't be'?"

"Why don't you come on in so I can explain myself." I move out of the way and he walks in. He sits down on the reclining chair and I sit down on the couch.

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