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Chase's POV

It seemed like pretty much an ordinary morning. I got up from bed in the morning completing some easy mental arithmetic to warm up my brain and made a beeline for the shower. Adam has his own now because the last time he waited too long he became angry and… well I don't need to explain the rest.

Bree requested for an en-suite like her rich friends have, because she wanted more 'privacy'. She made me swear that I never tell anyone about the day of the incident where she left the door unlocked and I waltzed right in the room face to bosom staring right at her melons. For me it was quite a satisfying morning but she was probably traumatized after that event.

I slipped into the shower quickly scrubbing myself and singing some ancient song covered by Frank Sinatra.

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art…

I smiled to myself when I heard Bree singing the next verse of the same show tune in the corridor.

Is your figure less than greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

'Yes' I whispered

Once I had dried myself with a hygienically cleansed towel, I opened the secret compartment door which I and Mr Davenport installed. It led into a room full of basic hair care products. I blow-dried my hair and adjusted it with some hair gel. I always made sure that it was sweet smelling because I wanted Bree to notice that I had a sensitive side.

Now I know what you're thinking. It is really weird for someone to be crushing on their older sibling isn't it? However out of curiosity a few months ago I ran a DNA trial on each of my siblings and found out that we weren't related at all! The only thing that keeps us together is our surname (which I'm probably going to change when I'm 18.)

I jumped deep in thought when Mr Davenport called us all down for some sort of meeting. I raced into my room changing into a plain white shirt, a long sleeved dark blue plaid shirt, some distressed jeans and my favourite high tops.

Bree's POV

I was kind of annoyed when Mr Davenport stopped me halfway through my hair straightening routine (Brush & Straight – Brush & Straight) so I had to speed up burning my hand in the process. I held in my screams of pain and raced downstairs beating everyone as usual. Mr Davenport was pacing up and down avoiding Tasha's lectures about him needing to calm down and that he might form a draft.

We made small talk and waited for the boys to immaturely race down the stairs like hungry apes. Adam won of course cheating with his super strength to throw the others back up the stairs. He took a seat next to me on the beige sofa as Leo and Chase settled into the tense atmosphere.

With a pale face as he spoke Mr Davenport gave us some news that we weren't expecting.

"Do any of you remember my old college buddy Felix who I told you about?" We all shrugged as he held up a photo of 2 dorks from the 90s gaining a nostalgic look on his face. One was dark haired with a fringe swept to the side wearing an unbuttoned shirt. His glasses looked pretty nerdy but he had wisdom in his eyes.

The other guy was a handsome blond with tanned skin and a hairstyle like Eric Dane's. Davenport insisted that he was the handsome one but even Adam could tell who was who.

"Recently he has been keeping close contact with me and questioning my every move. I suspect that he is up to something to do with one of my inventions so just watch out." We all stared at him blankly as if to say 'is that all?'

Nervously he left the room leaving me to start an awkward conversation about how hot Felix looked.