𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 (𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚇 𝙴𝚗𝚋𝚒 𝙾𝙲)

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 || 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

Adam, Bree, Chase and I are sitting on the couch happily. I'm cuddled into Chase's side. Resting my head on his shoulder he has his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

It's been a couple of weeks since me and Chase's incident and things aren't that awkward anymore, thank god. We have gone back to how things were; us hanging out all the time, binge watching shows, studying together.

"Oh, this is so exciting! I have never been to Australia before." Tasha squeals running down the stairs with her bags. Bree sits next to me playing with her hair. Adam lays on the couch flicking through channels on the tv.

Eddy appears on the screen on the wall. "Hey, maybe you'll like it so much you won't want to come back!" Eddy suggests.

Tasha glares at the home security system. "Donald, honey, do you have the plane tickets?" She asks her husband.

Davenport laughs in response. "Honey, we're taking my fully automated private jet." He scoffs rolling his eyes. "Plane tickets. Why don't we just slap on a bunch of stamps and mail ourselves there."

"Private jet. That works." Tasha smiles, impressed. She turns to Leo and they both grin at each other. "Score!" They whisper. I smile over my shoulder and giggle, turning back to the book in my hands.

"Okay, Leo, this is your chance to prove you're responsible enough to stay at home without us." Davenport says, walking over to Tasha and Leo.

"Me? What about them?" Leo asks, and I just know he is pointing at us. I quietly listen moving to rest my chin on Chase's shoulder watching what he is writing.

"They were designed to go on missions and save the world. You were designed to break stuff." Davenport sasses.

"Don't worry, I know the rules-- no touchy-touchy your stuffy-stuffy." Leo mocks with a huff.

"Leo, I'm serious. There's millions of dollars' worth of technology here. So no goof-ups, no explosions, no fires-- You know what? I'm not going. I'm not going." Davenport says worriedly, throwing his hands up.

"Donald, Leo will be responsible. He is a big boy. Sweetie, I left your flame-retardant undies on the dresser." Tasha tells her son.

I cover my mouth laughing. Chase takes my hand and gently pulls it away from my mouth, lacing his fingers with mine. "What are you doing?" I ask quietly. No one noticing us as we hold hands.

"You look cute when you laugh." Chase whispers back. I look away from him blushing.

I let go of Chase's hand getting up with Bree. "Mr. Davenport, Leo will be fine. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?" She questions their worry. Leo opening the door for them to leave.

"Funny you should ask." Chase speaks up. "I've made an actuary chart which covers every possible catastrophe. You have an 82% chance of coming back to a perfectly normal house. Happy travels." He grins, holding up his paper.

Davenport snatch's the statistics report going through it. "Don't worry! Eddy is here to monitor every room in the house. He is like a virtual baby-sitter." Tasha continues to assure Davenport.

"Yeah, and I virtually care about your kids." Eddy remarks from his screen in his annoying high pitched voice.

"Big D, I got this. No explosions, no goof-ups, no fires, no floods--" Leo tries to usher the married couple out the door.

"Wait. I didn't think about floods." Davenport cuts in, pushing back against Leo.

"Donald, let's go!!!" Tasha groans.

I stand with Chase to say goodbye with the others. "Okay, be careful. There's an inflatable raft in the closet." Davenport manages to get in his last words as we push him out of the house.