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"That, was close," Adam says as he walks into the lab after their latest mission. His siblings are not long behind him.
"No kidding, that was down to the seconds," Chase informs.
"And my hair caught on fire.." Bree whines, fiddling with her scorched locks.
"Sorry 'bout that," Adam says, "I got excited."
Chase looks back at Adam, "Great, he glitched."
"No not really," Adam states, "I just wanted to know what happened when I tossed one of those containers and shot my heat vision at it."
Bree and Chase stare at him a moment. Then Bree turns to Chase. "What happened at school. You were late."
"Says the girl with super speed," Chase defends.
"I'm serious. If we got there earlier than we did, we would have had more time."
Chase walks over to his capsule, "It was Trent, alright? He was pushing me around again."
"How'd you get away?" Adam asks.
"Hit him with a pressure point when he wasn't looking at me," Chase shrugs.
"What's a pressure point?" Adam asks.
"This." Chase presses on the exact same spot on Adam's wrist as he did to Trent. Adam's muscular arm instantly falls limp.
"Ahh!" Adam screams, "murder! Murder I say!" Chase rolls his eyes and steps into his capsule. He steps out, no longer in his grey and red mission suit. Adam is still looking at his arm, poking it.
"Adam, you'll be fine in-"
"Oh look!" Adam says with glee, "I can move it now!"
Chase motions to the now moving arm, "See?"
Adam proceeds to punch Chase in the stomach. "..Yep, still works," Adam says with a sigh. Chase holds his stomach, all his air forced out of his lungs.
"Adam!" He states.
"What? I wasn't going to test my arm on Bree, was I?" Adam asks.
"Ughh.." Chase groans as he stands up.
"Hey guys! How was the mission?" Leo asks as he walks in, "Did something go wrong? Should I have been there?" He asks dramatically.
Bree sighs, "No, it went better than most."
"Leo, I have an important question for you," Adam says seriously. He places his hands on Leo's shoulders and asks, "Did we start painting in art class?"
Leo nods, "Yes we did."
"Aww.. I was looking forward to that," he states. He walks over to use his capsule.
Chase takes his turn to ask about the rest of the school day, "Did you see Astrid?"
Leo thinks for a moment, then answers sarcastically, "Nope. Didn't see her. I think she was a ghost."
"See Chase!" Adam says from inside his capsule, "Ghosts do exist! Oohhooohhh!" Chase presses the button to start Adam's shower, just to get him to stop talking. "Ah! Foam im ma mouf!" Adam shouts.
Chase chuckles to himself, turning back around. "No really Leo."
"Fine, I saw her in one of my classes. Chemistry."
Chase gasps, "Is she smart?"
"Are you lovestruck?" Bree asks, gasping the same as he did.
Chase turns to her, "Excuse me? I don't have a crush. A girl only talked to me."
"Yeah, that only happens once a blue moon," Bree states.
"I'm not desperate, guys," Chase says.
"And you were grinning like the Cheshire cat on sugar," Leo adds, "Chase, buddy," he pats his shoulder, "you, are smitten."
"If you mean I feel a little bit of chemistry," Chase grins, the pun not going unnoticed, "then I'd have to agree, but only by a teensy bit."
"Okay, what do you know about her?" Leo asks, "For all you know, she's a cute dummy with a side of crazy."
Chase thinks for a moment, "..Is she?"
"Chase, what Leo is getting at is just because she talked to you doesn't mean she likes you," Bree states, "you helped her pick up her books, so she had to tell you something."
Chase starts to deflate, "Thanks for the support guys.." He walks over and sits at the table. Adam and Bree look at each other as the former steps out of his capsule. They walk over and sit next to Chase.
"I'm sure she seems.. sweet, Chase. But you should try being her friend first. To know what she's really like," Bree suggests.
"..Yeah, I guess you're right," Chase agrees.
"And you're wrong-?"
"Don't push it."
Astrid finishes going through the lunch line and looks at each of the tables individually. Trent is sitting with the football players and cheerleaders, the band members are at the table she sat at originally. Most other tables were full. But then she sees Bree and her brothers sitting at a table in the middle.
'Bree did say I could sit with them,' she reasons. Astrid walks over slowly. "Hey, is this seat open?" She asks from behind Bree. The brunette turns around and smiles at the appearance of Astrid.
"Nope, it's yours," Bree says, patting the chair next to her. Astrid puts her tray on the table and sits down. The first thing Astrid notices is Adam. Or, more specifically, what the muscular teen is doing with his food.
"Uhh.." Astrid looks at the others. Leo and Chase are equally disgusted with their brother's antics, but Bree seems to be ignoring him. "What is he doing?" She finally asks.
"Duh, I'm making a mash potato man," Adam says, like it's obvious. He doesn't even look up to see who's talking. "See?" He turns the plate around and the mountain of white stuff falls over, onto the table. "Ooh.. and there goes his head.."
"Heh.. why don't you guys introduce yourself?" Bree states as Adam starts picking up the mess with his hands.
"Huh?" Adam finally looks up and sees Astrid sitting across the table from him. "Oh! I'm Adam." He offers his hand to shake. Astrid looks at his hand, covered in the school's version of mashed potatoes.
"Uhh, my name's Astrid and your hand is covered in.. goo," she states carefully.
Adam looks down, "Oh, sorry." He retracts his hand and starts to clean it off.
"And I'm Leo, the.. Handsomest, of the family."
Chase leans over the empty space between him and Astrid, "He's also the youngest."
"Actually," Bree states, "Leo is our step brother. Chase is the youngest of us three." She points to herself, Adam, and Chase.
"I don't have any siblings," Astrid states.
Bree chuckles weakly, "Lucky you.." she sighs.
"So," Chase says, starting conversation, "How'd you come to Mission Creek? Transfer from another school? Out of state?"
"Actually, I'm from Washington," she tells him, "So, yeah, out of state."
"That's near Florida, right?" Adam asks. Leo facepalms.
"Adam isn't the smartest person in the world," Bree states, not that it isn't obvious.
"Of course not," Chase says, "That's me," he adds, a over the top grin appearing.
"No you aren't," Bree says, a little tense, "you have an average intelligence," she nods subtly to Astrid, "Just like every other normal person," she nods again, "right?"
Chase catches on, "Right," he says, going along with it. "But I'm still smarter than Adam."
Bree turns to Astrid, "Want to come to my house after school?" She asks.
"We would have to put it passed Big D, Bree," Leo says suddenly. Bree remembers, no strangers in the house.
"I can't anyway," Astrid admits, twirling her fork in her food, "I am helping my dad with unpacking the house."
Adam snorts, "You brought your entire house with?" Astrid actually chuckles at that comment.
"It's just an expression, Adam," Chase states.
"Is your mom busy?" Bree asks, noting the absence of the parent in her new friend's explanation.
Astrid cringes a teensy bit. "My parents have actually been divorced ever since I was three. I don't see my mom too often anymore. Dad takes care of me to the best of his ability, with the help of a nanny when I was younger."
"Oh, I didn't know," Bree says.
"I'm okay with it honestly," Astrid says, "it's better than them barely putting up with each other."
"Does your dad have a job?" Chase asks.
"..Yeah," Astrid says slowly. Chase realizes he won't get any other answer, so goes back to eating. The table goes silent, except for the quiet sounds of eating.
"..Maybe we could help you unpack," Bree states, trying to find a way to hang out.
"Training," Leo says under his breath. Chase hears him, sitting just to his left.
"Ahh, we can't Bree," Chase says, "remember, it's.. We were already doing something together," he tries, "something very important."
Bree remembers training after school, "..Right."
Chase looks at Astrid, "Maybe another time."
Astrid nods, 'Maybe..'
Astrid's hanging out with them now.
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