Hey. I got this inspiration from the song white horse by Taylor swift. I am seriously running out of inspiration, so I might not be posting everyday, unless some of you could give me some good ideas. This chapter is not something that I have ever experienced, so if I get something wrong, excuse me. Please review, favorite and follow like you hopefully already have.

Disclaimer: I do not own lab rats or the song in this chapter.

Chapter 13- break up with him.

No POV.

Bree Davenport ran through the front door in human speed. Her brothers were sitting on the couch, confused. Bree either walked through the door or ran at super speed. Running like a human was not her style. The next thing her brothers noticed, were the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Bree, what happened? Are you hurt?" Chase said, looking over his sister, worriedly. Bree was apparently too upset to speak.

"Was it Ethan?" Chase asked, earning a nod from Bree. In the last few weeks, Bree and Ethan had fought a lot. She came home crying at least once a week, after a nasty fight with her boyfriend.

"What did the idiot do?" Adam asked, sounding angrier than any of his siblings had ever seen.

"I was walking home today, and I walk around a corner, and I saw him snagging with some stupid girl." Bree said.

(Flashback)

Bree POV

I was walking down the sidewalk. I turned left at the red house like usual. That was when I saw him. Him and her. Ethan. He was curled up with some blonde girl that I had seen around school a few times.

"ETHAN?" I said, completely in disbelief.

"Bree. I-I can explain." He started.

"I'm sure you can."I said, turning to walk away. He grabbed my arm, but unlike the many romantic movie that I had watched, he didn't pull me into a hug. He just stopped me from walking away.

"You aren't strong enough to just walk away. I know you Bree." He said, either as an insult or as an attempt to get me to stay. Both without success.

"It's too late. You can catch me anymore." I said, yanking my arm out of his hand and running, human speed. I needed just enough time to compose myself enough to walk through the door.

(Flashback end)

"I'm so sorry Bree." Adam said, putting his arms around me, holding me close.

"It's okay. I just need some time." I said, walking to my room. I closed the door, laying down on my bed, pulling out my mp3. I scrolled down the songs, finding one to match my emotions. I found the perfect one. Probably because of Adam. Taylor Swift: white horse. I had never liked Taylor Swift, but Adam had made me listen to a few of them. Luckily, this one might actually help me. I knew the lyrics.

That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,

Lead her up the stairwell

This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

Now it's too late for you

And your white horse, to come around

Chase POV.

I stuck my head into Bree's room, just to make sure she was kind of okay. She was laying on her bed, listening to some music. I used my super senses. White horse. Of course. It was about the same things as had happened to her. I quickly went to the kitchen, pulling out a few bowls. I filled them with chocolate, potato chips and ice cream. I placed the bowls on the floor outside her door. I knew that she wanted to be alone right now. I knocked on the door.

"Bree. I have a surprise for you. Just so you know."I yelled through the door. I walked into the living room, waiting. A few seconds later, the door opened and I heard Bree taking the bowls. She wasn't going to thank me right now. But she was going to later. She always did.