𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 (𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚇 𝙴𝚗𝚋𝚒 𝙾𝙲)

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 || 𝐍𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲

Bree walks around the lab with her phone to her ear. "Caitlin, calm down, okay? Calm down." She talks into the phone.

"Yes, Caitlin, calm down! Yeah, you need to CHILL OUT!" Chase and Adam yell into the phone both laughing.

I roll my eyes looking back down at my ukulele and song book trying to go back to writing my song.

"Uhh! Hey, Rodney breaks up with you every two weeks. That is, like, totally normal." Bree assures her pretending like it's normal. "No! No, don't cry, don't cry." She says trying to calm Caitlin. Caitlin starts screaming down the phone making Bree pull the phone away from her ear. "Okay, scream. Screaming is good." She murmurs.

"Screaming is so good." Chase grins sarcastically. Adam and him both start shrieking into Bree's ear.

Bree glares at the two of them frustrated. "I am so sick of you!" She roars. "No, no, no! I'm not sick of you, Caitlin." She assures her realising what it must have sounded like. "Maybe Rodney just needs some space." She rationalises with her friend.

"Yeah, maybe Rodney's an astronaut!" Chase says sarcastically shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, maybe he dumped Caitlin for a one-eyed Martian girl!" Adam adds on a cheesy grin on his face.

"Caitlin, hold on!" Bree storms off going into her capsule.

I put down my ukulele, walking to the guys as they giggle magnetising Bree's phone to the top of her capsule. "Guys, leave her alone." I sigh crossing my arms over my chest.

"I love magnets!" Chase giggles childishly. I huff tiredly zapping the counter and Bree's phone drops into her hands from the top of her capsule. "Heyyyyy, your no fun." Chase whines.

I shrug turning back to my seat. "I know."
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"Mr. Davenport, I cannot stand them anymore. Can they please go live in your warehouse?" Bree begs him. I stand next to her watching.

"Bree, the warehouse is where I keep my explosive chemicals." Davenport informs her sitting with Tasha on the couch.

"...Like I said, can they please go live in your warehouse?" I chuckle at Bree nothings is going her way today.

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

"Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not have any extra rooms." Davenport denies. God he is so self centred.

"Yes you do." I nod my head. "You have a pool table room, bumper car room, arcade room, surf simulator room, not to mention a room full of mirrors!" I list off the rooms and Tasha nods in agreement gesturing to me.

"Yeah, or as I like to call it, a room full of me." Davenport smiles off into the distance.

"Okay, Bree, you can have my sewing room." Tasha offers up as we don't get anywhere with Davenport.

"Yes! So long, bozos!" Bree grins waving good bye to the boys mockingly.

"Hey!" I shout pouting.

"Except for you, I'll miss you." She hugs me tightly.

"Aww. I'll miss you too. Now I'm going to be stuck in a room with these dorks." I groan pointing to boys.

"Fine. Without you, we will make the lab totally awesome for ourselves." Chase declares. That does sound pretty fun if I am being honest.

"That's right. No more hair scrunchies or rainbow-colored toe socks or pretty, pinky, shiny junk!" Adam agrees. "Ooh, but I'm a little chapped. Could I borrow some of your Bubble Berry Pucker Bomb?" He asks Bree. She hands him the lip balm which he uses. "Man, it's always so hard not to eat." He states bring it to his mouth going to bite it. Bree smacks his hand snatching the lip balm from him.