It was literally the night after I had told Chase that I wanted something to eat him when Bree showed up at my apartment door. She was smiling, holding a messenger bag that looked like the things contained in it were more than the stitching could handle. I was shocked, no one ever came over... Except to pick me up. And that was Bree. Last night.
You get the point.
"Blue, who ats door?" I heard mom yell from her room, then I heard a glass bottle shatter, and I turned to see glass shards shooting out of her room. You have to remember here, that this is her normal behavior. And I don't have a dad.
Bree looked concerned before I pushed her backwards a little, and shut the door behind me, putting on the mask again, smiling like nothing was wrong.
"B-Blue, what was that?" Bree asked, pointing at the door.
"Oh my mom? Throwing glass bottles? Oh, that's nothing. She throws glass bottles at me every day. So, what did you need?"
Bree shook her head quickly, as if trying to clear her mind, then seemed to remember what she had came here for. "Oh yeah, I was wondering if maybe you needed some refreshments to get over your fight with Chase last night... I understand that you want something to... Eat him?"
I nodded slowly and tried to smile, but found I couldn't. Wow, talk about not being human, I can't even force a smile now!
Bree smiled sadly at me, seeming to understand my expressions. "That just wasn't really your night, was it?"
I shook my head slowly, and then suddenly found I was on the verge of tears. I quickly wiped my eyes before she could see the tears, but it was obvious she had seen them. "Listen, Blue, my brothers can really be jerks at times and I understand you don't want help, but maybe you could make an exception?" I watched as she pulled out of her bag a carton of my favorite icecream; (you choose!) and my eyes instantly bugged out. How did she...? "Just once?" She asked, wagging the carton in front of my face.
"Are you... Bribing me?" She just smiled in return and I sighed. "Fine. But I don't think you want to come inside... It's kind of hectic." And by hectic, I meant I didn't want Bree getting knocked out by a glass bottle in the head.
She just smiled and replied an a annoyingly happy voice, "That's fine. We can go to my house."
Bree grabbed my hand and dragged me outside, where the wind had lowered to a breeze (yes, I just told you the weather) and I didn't see any car. "Aren't your brothers home? And how do you plan to get us there?" I asked in utter confusion.
Bree motioned for me to jump onto her back. "Simple, I'll super speed us there." "What- oh, right. I forgot, you can do that..." I laughed nervously, thinking back to how fast I had set up those pranks. Letting her put me on her back, she started a countdown and all of a sudden, she burst forward. My hair swept back, my eyes dilated. It felt as though we were running through water, only everything was moving so fast. Like a 100 pound feather...
It was amazing. Once we got to the Davenports' I hopped off Bree and stared at her in amazement. "Wow, I guess having bionic friends isn't so bad after all."
All of a sudden, Bree's eyes bugged out. And she started squealing. Oh dog, what did I say now? "You said we're friends! Yes, I finally got you!"
I rolled my eyes, but laughed at her excitement. I hadn't meant it that way, I was talking about...someone else. She opened the door and we walked inside, and I recognized the living room right away. No one was there except Tasha and Eddy. "Bree, how many times have we told you not to bring nonhuman creatures into Casa Le Davenport?" Eddy asked, shaking his head and I grabbed a coaster sitting on the small coffee table and chucked it at the screen, making Eddy let out a cry of pain before disappearing.
Tasha sighed then came over and gave me a hug. "Hi, Blue. Listen, I know you haven't had an excellent experience with us... Considering you were basically forced to keep our secret secret," I nodded my head, trying to act like I was agreeing to whatever she was getting at, "and I also want to apologize about how Chase treated you, the kids haven't stopped talking about it. And you know what I did?"
"What?" I asked, curiously.
"Whenever they get mad at each other, I make them a dartboard with one of their faces on it, whoever they're mad at, and then they can kill each other by darts in the face."
She smiled and I fake smiled back, unsure what to think. Bree pulled a dart board with Chase's face on it out of her bag and handed it to me. I looked at him, his dreamy hazel eyes, and wondered... "Why are there holes in it?" There were what appeared to be dart holes in the eyes.
Bree took a closer look and shrugged. "Who's to say I haven't used it before?" I thanked her for the board, but told her that I wasn't mad, just disappointed. Bree agreed.
Time skip: two hours later
Bree locked me in Chase's time capsule.
She did this right after she forced me to tell her how much affection I have for Chase, then told me that we need to get married, lured me downstairs, and I don't even know how she did it, but she locked me in his capsule. You would think it would smell horrible, like Adam's, but it didn't. It just smelt like Chase... I'm not sure how to explain it.
"Bree, let me out!" I cried, banging on the capsule door. It didn't budge. Bree just smiled and kept spinning in the chair she was sitting in. All of a sudden, Chase walked in, and set his bag down on one of the consoles, not seeing me at first. I actually took a good look at him... I don't look at people very often... He looked cuter than before... His hair was buzzed just perfectly, his plaid shirts were annoyingly adorable, his hazel eyes were a twinkle... What am I thinking? I thought I didn't like him-
"Blue?" I was snapped out of the chocolate covered hallucination by Chase, who was looking at me, Bree was gone. He walked towards me, a look of confusion crossing his face.
"On my defense..." I thought for a moment. "Bree locked me in here."
He nodded, but his eyes never strayed from my face. I had to avoid his eye contact though, or else he'd see too much. Plus, a lot of people tell me it hurts when they look me in the eye. But Chase doesn't seem to mind...
"Blue... Can we talk?" Chase asked slowly.
I felt my cheeks flush red.
Oh. My. Dog. HELP.
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