Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats, Disney, Mean Girls, Grease, or Sixteen Candles.

Bree's PoV:

I. Hated. Everything. I hated everything with a burning passion so hot that hell could never compare. My stomach was constantly cramped, my head always felt like it was split open, and I was extremely over-emotional. Not to mention that I lived with three brothers, a father, and an uncle, none of whom were helping with anything. They had figured out on the first day that something was wrong, but now, on the third day, my brothers still had no idea what was wrong. Mr. Davenport had already known, because Tasha had told him, and Mr. Davenport told Douglas so he wouldn't get mad from misunderstanding. But, we had all agreed, my brothers didn't need to know. They just needed to stay out of my way.

But of course, it wasn't that easy.

I laid on the couch, a blanket over me with all the lights off. I had been trying to go to sleep for two hours now, and I had had no success. My parents and uncle were all at work, and my brothers had gone out earlier to see the new Pig Zombie movie, and trust me; I was thankful to have the house all to myself. I felt my eyelids start to droop, and finally, FINALLY, I started to drift into a peaceful sleep...

When the front door banged open and my brothers came in, loudly fanboying over the movie they had just come from. I groaned and covered my head with the blanket, trying to block them out and keep my cool.

It didn't work.

Suddenly extremely pissed, I threw the blanket off of myself and bolted upright, now standing next to the couch and facing my shocked brothers.

"WOULD. YOU. SHUT UP!" I screamed, "I WAS TRYING TO SLEEP, BUT NOOOOO, YOU IDIOTS JUST HAD TO COME IN AND WAKE ME UP! I GOT NO SLEEP, AND I JUST-I CAN'T-UGH!" And on that graceful note, I stormed out of the room and up to my new room. (Mr. Davenport had given Adam, Chase, and I our own rooms a few weeks ago, and it definitely came in handy with situations like this.) When I reached my room, I stormed in and slammed the door behind me, my bed being the only thing on my mind. I crawled into said bed, where I drifted into the peaceful sleep that I so desperately craved.

*Twenty Minutes Later*

Bree's PoV:

I woke up from my nap, happy, refreshed, and slightly guilty. I knew that I couldn't control my hormones at that time, but I still felt bad about blowing up at my brothers. Poor guys; they probably had no idea what was going on.

I groaned and rested the backs of my hands on my forehead, knowing that I needed to apologize (and I would), but also knowing that it would probably be awkward as hell.

At that moment, a soft knock came on my door.

"It's open," I called, not wanting to get up yet.

Leo walked in, holding a tub of "I Heart Chocolate" ice cream, two spoons, some chocolate cookies, and magic shell on a tray. I spied a stack of movies on the tray as well.

Leo set the tray down on my T.V. stand and then came and sat down next to me. "Hey," Leo greeted, looking down at me, "How you feeling?"

"Crappy," I answered honestly.

"I figured as much."

Silence.

"Look, Leo, I'm really sorry that I yelled at you guys like that. It's-"

"It's called having a period. I get it," Leo assured me.

"How did you-?"

"I lived with just my mom for years. Trust me- I know what a period is." My brother chuckled. "Heck, the first time my mom blew up on me because of her period, I was about twelve years old. I had no idea why she got so angry, but thankfully, she calmed down quickly and apologized before telling me what was wrong with her."

I laughed a little. "Yeah. We don't all blow up all the time, but if you're not careful..."

Leo laughed too. "You can say that again."

I nodded towards the tray. "What's with all that?"

"Well, I remembered Mom telling me that most girls loved to eat two kinds of food while on their period: chocolate and junk food. I also remembered her saying that all she really felt like doing was laying in bed and watching movies. SO, I figured that that's what we could do today. If you want to...?"

I gave a large smile. "That sounds perfect. Thanks Leo." I hugged said boy.

"No problem. I'm your brother, and since Adam and Chase are still utterly confused on what's up with you, I figured I could help you out."

"Okay. Adam not understanding what's wrong I can understand. But how can Chase, the smartest person in the world, NOT know what's wrong? Is that even possible?" I questioned.

Leo held his hands up in a defensive gesture. "I'm just as confused as you are. I think that maybe the only thing that he'll never know everything about is girls. Okay. SO, what movie do you want to watch first?"

I sat up as Leo retrieved the tray and brought it back to the bed. "What you got?"

"Let's see...okay. We've got "Grease", "Mean Girls", "Sixteen Candles", and a rather beautiful assortment of Disney movies. So, what will it be?"

"'Mean Girls'. Without a doubt."

"'Mean Girls' it is."

SO, that's what Leo and I, as well as our other two brothers, (who we had invited through text to join us) did for the rest of the day: we layed in my bed in the dark, watching old movies, eating junk, and laughing when Leo spoke up during "Mean Girls", saying, "God, Bree, stop trying to make 'fetch' happen! It's not going to happen!"

I did apologize to Adam and Chase and tell them what was wrong, which made them extremely awkward and me extremely giggly. They got over it pretty quickly, saying that they remembered me getting my first period while we were still living in the lab. Adam, Chase, and I just laughed, reminiscing about how I had to be held back by them both when Mr. Davenport made the mistake of telling me that I was a little too slow during training. We had never seen our father so scared!

So together we all laid, Leo and Adam on my right, Chase on my left. Chase let me lean on him while we watched the movies, and Adam kept his arm around my shoulders.

I loved how all three of my brothers had a different way of helping.

Chase was the one who you would go to for advice or comforting words. He always knew what to say.

Adam was more of a silent comforter; he didn't always know what to say, but he always knew when I needed a hug or a kiss on the head.

And Leo? Well, Leo was the one who was willing to watch "Mean Girls" and eat junk food all day when you felt bad.

Now the question was: which was the best type of comfort?

I personally thought that the best was a combination of all three.

AN: How was that? I know it was a lot of talking, and it was kinda weak, but I hope ya'll liked it! I would like to dedicate this one shot to a guest reviewer, who gave me the idea for this one shot. Thanks again to whoever gave me any ideas, and again, I hope ya'll liked it! Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! :D Later! :P