bionic besties 2 | lab rats

The One Where Bree Was Quarantined

Delta's POV:

Typically we wouldn't get to the mall early on a Saturday, but we were on a mission.

Tomorrow night was Owen's art show, and Bree was determined to find a new outfit for it.

We're already been to four stores.

"How about this one?" I asked, pulling a navy blue top off the rack.

Bree made a face.

"It's cute," she shrugged. "But I need something that says 'I'm here to appreciate the art...but also look hotter than everyone else."

Zadie nodded.

"Maybe the fifth store will have exactly what you're looking for."

I laughed as the three of us moved to the next aisle.

Zadie flipped through a row of graphic tees, glancing at her phone.

"Guys," she lightly tapped my arm.

Bree lowered the top she was looking at.

"What?"

"I just got a DM," Zadie smirked.

I shrugged, "Okay...and?"

She turned her phone toward us.

"It's from Q 102.4," Zadie said, as if we were supposed to know what that meant.

Bree and I shared a look.

She rolled her eyes, pushing her phone in my hands.

"Just read it."

Congratulations! And thank you for entering our 5SOS giveaway. We are excited to inform you that you have won four VIP tickets to see them NEXT Saturday! 🎉

Please reply to this DM within 24

For a solid minute, none of us said anything.

"No freaking way!" Bree practically shouted.

I grabbed the phone out of Zadie's hand.

"This is real?" I raised an eyebrow.

Zadie shrugged.

"They're verified."

"Good enough for me!"

I laughed.

"I cannot believe you actually won one of those giveaways."

"I know!" She threw her hands in the air. "I didn't even mean to enter this one."

Bree looked at her.

"Which one did you mean to enter?"

"You know..."

Zadie awkwardly looked around.

"The one to win free Burger Shack burgers for a year," she lowered her voice.

I shook my head.

"I guess it's a good thing Bree needed an outfit, 'cause now we all need one."

-The Davenport's-

We had just gotten back from shopping when Bree got an alert to head to the lab.

After dropping our bags by the couch, we headed downstairs where Davenport and the others were already waiting.

"Guys, I need to prep you for a very important mission, and to demonstrate, Leo–"

"Ah, ah. Mission Specialist Dooley," Leo corrected him. "...will be adding a little more audio-visual "pizzazzle" to the usual snooze-fest."