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(An hour later, the Davenport mansion)

Chase felt a bit better and was laying with Ronni on the couch. They were watching the ending of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets". Chase had his head in Ronni's lap as his body lay the length of the couch. Chase softly groaned as he shifted positions so Ronni started playing with his hair in an act of comfort. What she was not expecting, was a lump of brown hair to linger on her hand when she separated from his head.

"Uhhhhh…TASHA?!" Ronni called in fright.

"What? What happened?" Chase sat up frightened.

Ronni, with her fast thinking, decided to hide her hand behind her back, not wanting to upset Chase. But nothing could get past the superhuman. Chase wrenched her hand from behind her and looked at its contents. His eyes widened in fright as he saw his hair laying in the girls hand. Feeling for a bald spot, Chase reached up to the back of his head and rubbed around, causing more pieces to fall out.

Crying out in shock, Chase picks up all the pieces and hold them in his hand. Chase stared deeply at them, as if he could will them back on his head.

Tasha and Donald came running down the stairs. "WHAT WHATS GOING ON?!"

Ronni shakily held up a piece of hair for them to see.

"Awww Chase," Donald sighed as Tasha brushed tears out her eyes.

They all figured this would happen, just not so soon. Hair loss was one of the symptoms of the horrible chemo.

"How about this buddy, we'll take the razor and just chop it off in one go?" Donald suggested.

Chase slowly looked up at him and nodded, unshed tears in his eyes.

Chase always prided his hair. Not as much as Donald, but he did take a liking to his hair situation. He loved to style it the way he wanted, its what made him, him. Without it, he felt like he was loosing a part of himself. Not only that, he knew without his hair he would finally look like a sick cancer kid. He knew that he would get way more pity then before, so many more stares. He just wanted look normal, be normal. Well as normal as a bionic superhuman could get.

A few minutes later found Chase sitting in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror. His dad was standing behind him, a razor in his hand. Its not that he didn't like Tasha and Ronni, but this was a personal moment, and he just needed his dad.

"On the count of 3 Chase," Donald announced as the razor came to life with buzzzzzzz.

"Wait, I don't want to look!" Chase shouted at the last minute. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his hands were wrestling back and forth in his lap.

"Ok, that's fine," Donald said soothingly as he turned the chair around to face the wall.

"Ok, 1, 2, 3!" That was the last thing Chase heard before he felt something smooth run over his head and something soft tickle down his arm. But he would not open his eyes though.

(5 minutes later)

"Your finished Chase," Donald announced turning the chair around.

Chase gasped at his appearance. Tears formed in his eyes. He looked sick. He looked just like one of those kids he had seen walking down the hospital's hallways. He was one of them now. He was sick. And this confirmed it. And he hated it. He just knew he was going to get bullied when he returned to school, all because of this stupid cancer. And it made him mad.

"Chase, its going to be-" Donald started at seeing the emotions flash over his son's face.

"NO ITS NOT!" Chase cried. "PUT IT BACK!"

"Chase, come on now-"

"PUT IT BACK NOW!" Chase screamed as he slid on the floor and picked up his detached pieces of hair. He frantically shoved him onto his bald head and grunted as they slid off like water.

"Chase, look at me." Donald took his son's face in his hands.

"I don't like this dad," Chase whispered defeatedly.

"I know Chase, but it will get better. You have to believe me."

Chase nodded and got off the floor. Donald led him over to the door, but the view before him made him stop.

Standing there was Ronni with Tasha and her mum standing behind her. The unusual thing about the scene was that Ronni looked identical to him. Her hair was gone. She was bald. Chase gaped like a fish. The three females giggled.

"But-but, why would you?" Chase stumbled.

"Your not alone Chase." Ronni flashed one of those beautiful smiles at him which made him blush.

"Thank you."

"Its no big deal Chase," Ronni smiled. "Buuuuuut I don't know about you, but I think we should get some beanies so our heads don't get cold," Ronni giggled.

"Please." Chase laughed.

"Well, lets go to the mall then," Tasha announced.

(An hour later)

Everyone was getting out the car.

"Kids, stick together!" Tasha scolded as she helped Chase into his wheelchair.

"We will mom!" Bree sighed.

"And make sure Ronni returns in one piece please? Her mom expects her home just as she came."

"You really think that low of us?" Adam pouts.

"Yes," Donald and Tasha said together.

"Well trust us for once!" Adam shrugged.

"And Chase, take it easy," Tasha kissed his cheek.

"MOM!" Chase whined, noticing his girlfriend chuckling.

"LETS GO!" Adam shouted before running away, Chase's wheelchair rolling in front of him.

Ronni laughed in excitement at the speed from her place on Chase's lap. Bree ran next to them, not quite as fast as her super speed though.

"Wait! We forgot Leo!" Ronni shouted.

They all looked behind them to see Leo sweating uncontrollably from his place on the ground about 5 yards away.

"Im comin'" Leo panted.

They all laughed and ran back. Soon enough it was an exhausted Leo who was being pushed in the wheelchair as the rest of them walked, still joking about Leo's lack of stamina.

"Ooooooo! Lets go to 'PINK'!" Bree squeals.

"Uhhhh…no. We're going next door to 'Urban Outfitters'," Leo says.

Everyone agrees and the girls and boys split their separate ways.

(30 minutes later)

The girls and boys arrive outside their respective stores simultaneously. The girls carry 3 bags each while the boys each have 1. While the boys had acquired a 'Guns n' Roses' t-shirt and some joggers, the girls had shirt, pants, jackets, underwear, hats, jewelry, and more.

"Dang, save some for everyone else!" Leo says, eyeing the bags.

"Oh shut up." The girls roll their eyes and toss their bags to the boys.

Two hours later they had visited every store. Chase who was now getting fatigued, not sat in the chair being pushed by Adam. Leo, Bree, and Ronni were walking up front laughing.

"Here Chase." Ronni walked over and handed him pills.

She noticed how warm his hand was. She reached up and felt his forehead before realizing he was running a bit of a fever. "Hold it guys."

"Chase are you feeling ok?" Ronni kneeled in front of him.

"Yeah, I think I'm a little dehydrated," Chase sighed.

"Awwww," Chase's siblings sighed, turning to go home.

"Wait! How about we get some frozen yogurt?" Ronni suggested.

"Yeah!" They all smiled.

A few minutes later they were making jokes and enjoying colorful yogurt. About an half hour later, they noticed it was getting late and met up with Tasha and Donald. Ronni sat on Chase's lap as they went to the parking lot. Before Donald could even put Chase in the car, Chase was knocked out. So they drove home with Chase's head in Ronni's lap as she lovingly drew circles on his smooth bald head.

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