Ok so here's chapter 1. Oh this also take splace in season 1 of lab rats. Just so you know. I hope you enjoy this one!
Chapter 1: Davis
-Present day, November 22, 2014-
A young boy was sitting inside a house in New York, watching his 'siblings' play in the front yard. He wasn't playing mainly because he had homework. It was also like 50 degrees outside and he never preferred the cold.
The young boys name was Davis. Davis Kell... Well he didn't know his last name. You see Davis was living in 'Mrs Rooney's Foster Home'. (An: Think of the mom from liv and maddie as the foster mom here)
He was told he was put up for adoption when he was 2, mainly because his birth parents had financial issues. He always wondered about what life would be like if he never got put up for adoption. Due to this, he was somewhat distant. He wanted time to himself sometimes. He was adopted once, but then sent back due to how low his grades were, how he wasn't the 'winner' they wanted him to be and the parents were way too snobby.
Most kids at the home would dream about just getting adopted, but Davis dream't of meeting his birth parents and living with them. He was the middle child of his foster family. Sort of. He had an older brother, Luke, but he wasn't willing to have anything to do with Davis. He never got adopted, and he's 18 so he's on his own now. He always told Davis to never get his hopes up. Mrs Rooney would tell Davis otherwise but he knew that Luke was right.
Davis was sitting on the bay window doing homework. He honestly hated 3rd grade math. He was also playing on his Daven-Pad. Mrs Rooney was a world class foster care lady. She got paid the big bucks, which means each kid got they're own Daven-Pad. Someone came knocking on his door.
"Davis. It's Mrs Rooney" She said through the door.
"come in" Davis said, not taking his eyes off of his tablet and homework.
"I just want you to know that dinner's ready and I have a special surprise for everybody!" She said. Davis smiled. Her surprises were always great. She knew the kids would sometimes become upset that they don't get to be wiht their real parents, so she often gave them simple surprises. It was those little things that made all the kids happy.
"Ok I'll be there in a minute. I've got like 3 more questions left." Davis said. Mrs Rooney nodded. "Ok. If you need help let me know" She said while closing the door.
Davis pulled out his cell phone which was a Daven-Phone. (Think of the iphones) His friend started texting him. He would often get jealous about his friend, Tristan. Tristan would sometimes complain about how his parents don't give him enough space, but Davis would counter by saying something about how he should be happy he has parents or even lives with them. Tristan would just sit there and feel bad. Then he'd apologize.
Davis quit texting and walked downstairs. Once he got downstairs he found his foster family sitting around waiting to eat.
"Davis. What took you so long?" his 'brother' Joey asked. "Homework" He said while sitting down.
Davis just kept picking at his food. He was upset. Which that was becoming a regular thing. Some nights he would ha dreams about meeting his birth parents, but he would wake up everytime. Most 8 year olds would cry or just go to someone for comfort, but Davis couldn't do that. He was always put in 5th place compared to his so called siblings. He wanted someone to be there for him hwne he needed them. But that wasn't going to happen. He would look to Luke sometimes, but 10 times out of 10 it would just be a lost cause.
"Davis, are you okay?" Mrs Rooney asked him. He just sighed. "you had another dream?" She asked. Davis just nodded. "Well don't worry. I told you I would help you find out who they are. And whenever I get free time, I'll help search."Mrs Rooney said. She really did want to help Davis. She would notice Davis just sitting alone in his room looking out the window, as if meeting his real parents in his mind.
"Can I finish my dinner up in my room?" Davis asked. He would do this sometimes, just because he wanted time to think about how else he could find them. "Just let me tell you all my special surprise" Mrs Rooney said. Davis just sat his fork down.
"So we're going to the techno-convention tommorow! You all can meet Donald Davenport yourself and I think I have it in the budget to get another computer for everybody! And also, Davis it's your birthday tommorow!" She said. Tommorow was Davis's 9th birthday. Birthdays were actually enjoyable for Davis. Every year he gained new hope for finding his birht family but he never did. Also as far as the computer thing goes, they all had to share a computer. Sometimes Mrs Rooney's files would pop up when the kids were playing games, and some private files on adoption stuff would pop up.
"Great cant wait tommorow." Davis said. He really couldn't wait to see all the new tech, but he really doesn't want to deal with all the people. Davis has never really liked crowds, he thinks everyone is judging him on simple things. He just doesn't like crowds at all.
Davis walked back up to his room with his dinner and sat down on the bay window. He looked up at the stars.
"One day" He said to himself. One day, he'll find his parents. One day he'll feel complete.
-Mission Creek, California-
A Donald Davenport was sitting inside a mansion in a small town in California.
"Dad!" A boy yelled. Suddenly a teenage boy and a taller teenage boy ran in from the basement. "What?" Donald asked annoyed. Those boys were his sons. They always teased and messed with eachother.
"Dad. Adam kept spraying me with a water gun, while I was doing my homework!" A boy said, while gesturing towards the boy who was supposedly Adam.
"Adam apologize to Chase right now" Donald told his son. Adam turned and faced his brother, Chase. "Fine...Im sorry" He said.
"It's ok" Chase said.
"Good. Now I have to go to New York for a conference there and a meet adn greet thing. Do all of you want to come?" Donald asked. He was reffering to his kids. Adam, the oldest, Bree, the second oldest (and only girl), and Chase, the youngest. Then there was Leo, the new kid in the family. Donald married a woman named Tasha, and her along wiht her son moved in.
"Yeah sure! Bree's already been packing." Chase said. "Good now go get ready, we've got a big day tommorow!" Donald said. Tommorow was going to be a big day. This is the second time he's ever gone to New York. It brought back a couple memories. One good. One sad. He found an old picture of 4 kids.
"One Day" He said. Donald sat the picture down and went to bed with his wife.
Ok how was that? I wanted this to be longer, but didn't have much luck. I can't wait for you all to read this. Enjoy! And incase I missed something, Davis is 8 until November 23rd. Enjoy!