Falling for the Lone Wolf (Lab Rats - Chase Davenport Love story)

Can I Borrow the Helicopter?

Brooke's P.O.V

"...and this premature balditude. Yes, gentlemen, you see before you, in blue jeans and misery, the wanderin', exiled trampled-on, and sufferin' rightful King of France."

At the moment, I was in the living room with Tasha, Davenport and Leo and was doing my homework as they watched TV. I lied upside down on the couch, reading The Adventure's of Huckleberry Finn for English class, and it was kind of a drag to read. Don't get me wrong, it's wonderfully written, it's just the improper English is killing me and making me re-read the pages over again.

"Well, he cried and took on so that me and Jim didn't know hardly what to do, we was so sorry - and so glad and proud we'd got him with us, too."

I was about halfway through the book when I heard the lab elevator doors slide open, a lot of boyish laughing and Doc Martin's screeching against the floor. Tasha, Davenport, Leo and I all looked up and watched as Bree ran to us with Chase and Adam at her sides being annoying. "Mr. Davenport, I cannot stand them anymore. Can they please go live in your warehouse?" she pleaded as Chase and Adam laughed at Bree's annoyance.

Mr. Davenport laughed a little and scoffed slightly. "Bree, the warehouse is where I keep my explosive chemicals," he explained.

"Like I said, can they please go live in your warehouse?" Bree asked again like nothing was wrong with the idea.

Tasha turned to Davenport with a look of agreement on her face. "Well, Donald, she is getting older. She needs privacy. Why don't you giver her one of your extra rooms? You have like fourteen," she suggested to her husband.

Davenport stood up and started denying Tasha's claim. "Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not have any extra rooms."

I looked up at and listed off, "You have a pool table room, bumper car room, arcade room, surf simulator room."

"Not to mention a room full of mirrors!" Tasha added to my list.

Davenport got a stupid look on his face, with a cheesy grin. "Yeah, or as I like to call it, a room full of me," he said. I reached out and punched Davenport in the side. As he has baby skin, I didn't have to punch him hard for it to hurt. "OW! What was that for?"

I looked at his glaring face and smiled in victory. "Oh look, it worked. I hit the ego right off your face." Leo, Chase and Adam all stifled their laughter at my comeback, but Davenport kept glaring at me.

Tasha shook her head at us before turning to face Bree. "Okay, Bree, you can have my sewing room," she said and Bree cheered.

She turned to her brothers with a triumphant smile on her face. "Yes! So long, bozos!" she said and walked passed them toward the lab.

"Fine. Without you, we will make the lab totally awesome for ourselves," Chase said.

"That's right. No more hair scrunchies or rainbow-colored toe socks or pretty, pinky, shiny junk!" Adam insulted. Well, to be quite frank, I wouldn't want that in my room either. Adam was about to walk away, but he turned back around to face Bree. "Ooh, but I'm a little chapped. Could I borrow some of your Bubble Berry Pucker Bomb?" Adam asked Bree. Instead of waiting for a reply, Adam took the candy flavored chap stick from around Bree's neck and used it. As he pulled it away from his face, he looked at it longingly. "Man, it's always so hard not to eat." Adam was about to eat it, but Bree wrestled the chapstick out of his hands while Chase just looked at his older brother in disbelief.

I got up from the couch and walked toward the siblings and put a hand on Chase's shoulder. "You'll rearrange the lab so that Davenport and I can still work, right?" I asked. Chase was silent for a moment. "Right?" I batted my eyelashes at him.