Lab Rats: Chasing Pavements {not edited}

Chapter Eleven: Can I Borrow the Helicopter?

In the lab....

Janet's POV:

Bree and I are sitting in the lab, on the phone with Caitlin, trying to calm her down after her break up with Rodney. "Caitlin, calm down, okay? Calm down." Bree tries.

"Yes, Caitlin, calm down!" Chase says loudly into the phone. Bree smacks Chase on the arm.

"Yeah, you need to CHILL OUT!" Adam yells into the phone behind Bree and I, making us jump.

Adam and Chase, laugh, slapping their hands together doing some bro hug. I roll my eyes at them and Bree huffs, standing up, pulling me away from her brothers, who follow us. "Hey, Rodney breaks up with you every two weeks. That is, like, totally normal."

I reach for the phone and Bree gives it to me, "Yeah, I'm sure everything will be fine in a few days. I mean, maybe he just needs some time."

Caitlin starts sobbing and I hand the phone back to Bree quickly. "No! No, don't cry, don't cry." Bree tries to stop her.

We hear a loud scream from the phone, Bree pulls the phone from her ear, from the loudness, "Okay, scream. Screaming is good."

"Screaming is so good." Chase says before screaming with Adam. I roll my eyes and hit them both on the arm. I walk in-between Bree and Chase to separate her brothers from the phone.

Bree turns to her brothers, rolling her eyes, "I am so sick of you!" She freezes, realizing she said it into the phone, "No, no, no! I'm not sick of you, Caitlin. Maybe Rodney just needs some space."

"Yeah, maybe Rodney's an astronaut!" Chase exclaims loudly.

Adam chuckles, "Yeah, maybe he dumped Caitlin for a one-eyed Martian girl!" Adam tries to close one eye and they both chuckle.

"Caitlin, hold on!" Bree tells Caitlin, glaring at her two brothers, she stomps into her capsule and puts the phone back to her ear, giving me an apologetic look, "Okay, what were you saying?"

"I got this." Chase smiles.

I stand in front of the controls, "No Chase." I cross my arms.

Adam walks around Chase and over to me, grabbing my arms and picking me up like it's nothing and sets me down a few feet away from Chase and the controls. I look at Adam surprised. Not surprised he could carry me, but surprised he would. Chase grins, pressing a few buttons on the controls and Bree's phone goes flying towards the top of her capsule. Adam and Chase laugh and high five while I roll my eyes. Bree tries to jump to reach her phone, but she's too short. "I love magnets!" Chase exclaims.

After Bree gets out of her capsule, we all go upstairs with Chase and Adam annoying us the whole way. Bree grabs my arm, trying to get away from her brothers. Bree pulls me over to Mr. Davenport, Tasha, and Leo, who are staring intently at us, "Mr. Davenport," Bree starts, "I cannot stand them anymore. Can they please go live in your warehouse?"

"Bree, the warehouse is where I keep my explosive chemicals."

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

"Well, Donald, she is getting older. She needs privacy. Why don't you give her one of your extra rooms? You have like fourteen." Tasha tells him.

"Whoa. Whoa, whoa," Mr. Davenport stands up, "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 replies, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Yeah, or as I like to call it, a room full of me." Mr. Davenport grins.

"Okay, Bree, you can have my sewing room." Tasha informs Bree.