My Hero (Lab Rats: Season 1/Chase Davenport Love Story)

Chapter 9: Can I Borrow the Helicopter?

Paige's POV

I walk into the lab and see Bree on the phone being pestered by Adam and Chase. I sit on the cyber desk and watch from afar

"Caitlin, calm down, okay? Calm down," Bree says comfortingly into the phone.

"Yes, Caitlin, calm down!" Chase yells into the phone. She attempts to push him away but he doesn't budge.

"Yeah, you need to CHILL OUT!" Adam screams into the phone. They both start laughing and high-five. Bree stands up and walks over to me to get away from them. They just follow her.

"Uhh! Hey, Rodney breaks up with you every two weeks. That is, like, totally normal. No! No, don't cry, don't cry," Bree soothes. A very loud scream comes from her phone and she pulls it away from her ear. "Okay, scream. Screaming is good!"

"Screaming is so good!" Chase yells into the phone, mocking Bree. Chase and Adam both screech. I cringe.

"I am so sick of you," Bree says to Adam and Chase, "No, no, no. I'm not sick of you, Caitlin. Maybe Rodney just needs some space,"

"Yeah, maybe Rodney's an astronaut," Chase says smiling.

"Yeah, maybe he dumped Caitlin for a one-eyed Martian girl," Adam says.

"Caitlin, hold on," Bree says glaring at them then walking to her capsule and shutting the door. Chase goes to follow her but I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him back to me.

"I don't think so buddy," I say smirking. Bree mouths 'Ha'.

"Okay, what were you saying?" She asks into the phone.

"I got this," Adam says. He hits buttons on the cyber desk and we watch Bree's phone get stuck to the top of her capsule. Adam and Chase start laughing.

"I love magnets," Chase says high-fiving Adam. I push Chase away and jump down. I push them away from the cyber-desk and let Bree's phone down. She pushes her door open and me and her head upstairs with the boys on our heels, pushing and shoving us.

"Davenport, I cannot stand them anymore. Can they please go live in your warehouse?" Bree asks clearly frustrated.

"Yes, please!" I say.

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

"Like I said, can they please go live in your warehouse?" Bree ask again.

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

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not have any extra rooms," Davenport says.

"You have a pool table room, bumper car room, arcade room, surf simulator room, not to mention a room full of mirrors!" Tasha lists the different rooms.

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

"That room freaks me out," I say shuddering.

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

"Yes!" Bree and I yell simultaneously.

"So long bozos!" Bree says to Adam and Chase.

"Fine," Chase says crossing his arms, "Without you, we will make the lab totally awesome for ourselves,"

"That's right. No more hair scrunchies or rainbow-colored toe socks or pretty, pinky, shiny junk!" Adam says then look at the chapstick around Bree's neck. "Ooh, but I'm a little chapped. Could I borrow some of your Bubble Berry Pucker Bomb?" He asks. Before getting a response, he takes it from her and applies is to his lips. He looks at it. "Man, it's always so hard not to eat," Then goes to take a bite. I snatch the chapstick from him giving it back to Bree. She goes to grab her stuff from the lab.