So, do you think he realized his love too fast? Remember, Chase and Christine got together three weeks ago and have been through so much. I tried to space it out as much as I could, but I didn't want to keep you guys hanging too long.

Christine's Pov

"They WHAT?" Rachel shouted as she slammed a magazine onto the floor. I just sighed. It was early Wednesday afternoon, school being let out early because of a chemical emergency mishap in the chemistry lab. Rachel and I had walked to her house and were just lying in her room, flipping through old issues of Vogue and Seventeen. (That may or may not have been taken from her sisters room.) "That's the most outrageous thing I've ever heard!"

"They even switched our classes," I exclaimed as I discarded a silk scarf I'd been playing around with. Rachel had insisted that we practice what was in season and what went together for future dates-at least, we had been until I told her the horrid news and she had a complete, grand auto freak-out. "They really hate each other's guts."

"God," Rachel groaned, her perfect corkscrews bouncing as she fell into one of her huge beanbag chairs. "Adults. It's like they want to ruin our lives." Usually this is where I defend my dad because he had been doing a great job with the whole "single parent" thing, but now, it seemed he deserved this judgment.

I ran a hand through my hair, certainly messing up the floral headband Rachel had forced onto my head. Everything was crashing down and I felt like punching a wall. "What are we going to do?" I complained. Whining wasn't something I did on a regular basis, but this was so not regular circumstances. "It's not like we can fight them. They're scientist; any robot or machine they think of could probably hurl us have way across the globe if that's what it meant to keep us apart!"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Focus on reality for a second. They'll most likely lock you in lab-thingies than throw you across the world. They'll have to monitor you somehow."

I grabbed and threw a zebra-print pillow at her head, my aim surprisingly accurate for being upside down. "I'm depressed. Just let me sulk, why don'tcha?" The sun seemed to fade and the light in the room dimmed. What a perfect way to match my mood.

Rachel perked up suddenly. I frowned even deeper. I'd never had a real best friend, but weren't they supposed to help you through your pain and not get all cheery because of it? Just as I started to point this out, she zoomed up from her beanbag and nearly crashing into me as she landed on the bed in a precise belly flop.

"Don't hold out on me," she said seriously, propping herself up against the wall. "And I need you to be swear-to-God honest with me." Rachel drew in a deep breath and let it out calmly before exploding. "DID YOU GUYS KISS? I WANT DETAILS! HOW AWESOME OF A KISSER IS HE?"

Despite all the drama and chaos, I found myself looking at my best friend's gleaming wide eyes and giddy expression before cracking up. Soon we're rolling around the queen-sized bed and laughing at nothing yet anything at the same time.

"Answer…the…question." Each of Rachel words were slurred with fading hints of her ceasing laughter. "…Now!" I rolled my eyes and sat up the best I could, the end of my giggles bubbling up my throat.

"We kissed yesterday," I told her. "And yes, Chase is an amazing kisser!" Rachel squealed and pounded her fists on her bedspread.

"I knew it!" she cried, jumping up and doing some sort of happy dance. (Or what I guess was supposed to be dancing.) "Bree owes me ten bucks!" I raised an eyebrow at that sentence and watched amused as Rachel continued her celebration antics. But she started doing a manic like version of the sprinkler that included fist pumping and hair shaking.

"You guys bet on our relationship events?" I said skeptically. But I couldn't deny that I had a sneaking suspicion that they were going to anyway, whether Chase and I knew or not. "Do you know how typical that is? It makes us sound like that couple that everyone loves in those cliché and ultra-cheesy movies every girly girl fawns over. Like you." I nodded to her wide collection of romance movies-every love movie from Walk to Remember to Letters to Juliet was on display next to her TV.

Rachel stopped dancing to lie on her fuzzy blue rug. "I'm going to ignore that comment," she said with a lazy wave of her hand as she grabbed her TV remote and searched the channel until she came to Disney XD. "Oh!" she said excitedly, changing the subject to the show we were currently viewing: Phineas and Ferb. "I love Baljeet!" I crinkled up my nose at her confession.

"No way!" I cried, joining her onto the large oval rug and laying on my stomach and staring up at the huge flat screen as a tallish boy with cute green hair came on the screen. "Ferb totally has Baljeet beat. Green hair and a hot British accent is so cute!"

Rachel looked shocked but then smirked. "You have a crush on Ferb?" At my more than need enthusiastic nod, she smirked even more. "I wonder what Chase would think. Don't you think he'd get a tad bit jealous?" I just ignored her teasing and focused on the TV again. It was an episode I'd never seen before so I was kind of excited to watch it. Rachel seemed happy too, since she kept gushing about Baljeet "amazing curls" and "unique dressing style". Obviously, she had no taste in cartoons.

Rachel's Pov

After a couple of hours of popcorn eating/throwing and watching episodes (recorded or on TV) of Phineas and Ferb, Christine said she had to go because her dad had her on constant watch and wanted her home before seven thirty if she didn't have her phone.

I walked her out and we said our good-byes, telling each other we'd see each other tomorrow and catch up about our nights, I ran to my room and grabbed my phone. I quickly pressed speed dial 3.

"Hello?"

By the tone of her voice, I couldn't tell whether Bree was just tired or sad about something or what, but didn't ask. "Dude, I have the greatest news to tell you….!"

I made sure to include every detail about what Christine and I talked about-at some points, feeling guilty that I was betraying her trust. But, hey, it was for a good cause.

After I told her everything, Bree promised she'd figure out some way to get them passed their parents and tell me tomorrow.

I changed into some pajamas and brushed my teeth, crawling into bed feeling satisfied.

Bree's Pov

Davenport was cool when he wanted to be. This much is true. But so is the fact that he can also be super strict.

That's what I was noticing while doing our training. He'd recently expanded the lab for more training and exercise space that we were in need of. Adam was off in the corner lifting weights and sometimes using Leo-who had claimed that he'd been dying of boredom upstairs and needed something to do-while I was testing my speed limit on the ultimate treadmill.

Chase was up sparring with some new dummies that Davenport was testing. Davenport himself was coaching him, egging him to do his best. I kept a careful eye on Chase to watch his mood. From how depressed he was being, it was hard to tell what he was going to act like.

"You aren't focusing!" cried out Davenport as he watchedd Chase deliever punches and kicks to a poor training dummy. I personally thought they were pretty good, only lacking a bit in strength. "Give it all you got! I'm not spending my millions of money on training dummies just so you can slack off!"

That was hasher than neccessary. Apparently Adam thought so because he stopped for a heartbeat longer than he usually did before shaking his head continuing.

After the call Rachel and I had earlier, my mind had been churning a lot more than usual. There had to be some way for Christine and Chase to meet or something some time. Davenport and Grant couldn't have us on parental survallience twenty-four seven because of the six hours we're at school. Plus, yesterday, Tasha told me that Davenport was angry because of him not being able to switch Chase's free period. That meant they still had the same time as one another-inculding me.

Suddenly, I heard louder grunts and harder contact. I snapped back into reality and watched as Chase kicked and punched harder and harder, features blurring. His eye color changed to a steely gray.

Spike was back.

I quickly jumped into action. I hurried off the treadmill and shouted to Adam and Leo in the corner, urging them to hurry up, as I grabbed onto Spike's arm and started to pull. The task was easier said than done. I sometimes did pull on Chase's arm (when he had the cereal I wanted in the morning or during sparring matches in training), but Spike had three times the strength and twice the stubborness.

"Knock it off!" I shouted, trying to tighten my grasp on Spike's arm-an impossible thing to do when he's trying to shake you off and charge like a mad bull into Davenport, who had backed himself into a corner and was screaming and screeching worse than Sammie does when her favorite America's Next Top Model constentant doesn't win.

Adam was nearly no help-all he did was grab onto a shoulder and pull, looking around the room with an idiotic expression on his face. "A little help would be nice!" Leo cried from his spot wrapped around Spike's leg. The move was enough to make his raging steps slower but not enough.

"I hate Davenport!" he screamed on and on, making his way closer and closer to Davenport. I had gotten so desperate that I hopped onto his back tried to tug him backward. "Going into attack mode."

Nothing was working. My legs had a vice grip around his torso with my arms flung around his neck. Naturally, this was awkward postion on its own, but with Adam yanking on Spike's shoulder and Leo shaking his leg, it just added to the awkwardness.

"Think about Christine," I said suddenly. I kept my voice low, so Davenport couldn't hear. My lips stayed close to Spike's ear, muscles tensing. "Do you want her to see you act like this?" I let one of my legs slide down inch by inch as I continued speaking, arms loosening. My words streamed along, consisting the message of how Christine would break up with him in a heartbeat from how he was acting. (I had no idea whether this was true or not.)

His eye color changed again; Chase's brown eyes blinked reapetedly, as if having a bright light shown in them. Leo untangled himself and stood and Adam let go of his shoulder but still continued to look around the room dopily.

"What happened?" Chase asked staring at us in confusion, his mood flickering from his earlier depression to confliction. I just stared at him in awe. Christine had a huge effect on his commando app. On Chase and Spike together, actually.

And that reailzation just gave me the best idea ever.

So this was longer. And the part about Christine having a crush on Ferb? That's me. :) My friends and I all have cartoons crushes and tease each other about them all the time. And yeah, I think cute green hair and a British accent is hot, I'll admit it. :)

So please review and be free to let us know what your cartoon crush is. :D