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"But, dad!" Bree practically screamed as if she was on fire, and well, she was on fire inside. She was angry so terribly angry and very bellicose, she's like a boiling bowl of water and Marcus is going to be the steamed broccoli once she was done with him. And yes, she chose the word broccoli to describe him because he's disgusting on the inside, a bitter individual but very handsome on the outside. Okay, wait; was broccoli handsome on the outside? Um, no. So maybe Marcus is a carrot then? Because he sure does help eyesight…

"My answer is final. I ran tests on him and he's perfectly fine. No bugs, no side effects, no evil brother coming back from the dead to steal you and Marcus and the rest of our family. All's good." Mr. Davenport said as smooth as he could. His eye twitched slightly, knowing deep down that Bree was never going to get over this like, ever.

"No, NO. There is nothing good about this." Bree threw her hands up, flabbergasted like when her and her brothers wait in line for the bouncy house. Something, a force, was always stopping her from getting what she wanted whether it was her dad or the little kids who take up too much space in that bouncy house.

"I agree, there is nothing good about Bree Davenport bugging you," Mr. Davenport muttered to himself. He looked over at Bree who had an eyebrow raised, as if daring him to say more.

Mr. D held his hands together and looked up. "Please, please, don't let her kill me."

"Dad, stop being stupid," she rolled her eyes at his un-ability to keep his mouth shut for once, "I just don't feel comfortable with him-of all people, in our house. I mean, the guy was an evil android once and tried to kill us, but was really bad at killing people. If he was talented, which he's not, he probably would've been able to."

"Look I'm sorry to disappoint you Bree, but he's fine. He's not bad anymore, and he's not going to kill you or any of us. Your brothers don't care if he's staying at our house, so why do you?" Mr. Davenport sighed, feeling troubled that her hatred for him was still on his plate and he had to deal with it. This girl was tough, she didn't take no for an answer. Sometimes he wished he programmed Bree to not speak when she's angry because she's like a small, short, stubborn, ugh, fiery volcano about to explode.

"Fine then, whatever. Just don't put him anywhere near my room." Bree seethed as quietly as possible, which still sounded like she was yelling. This was terrible, no; it was terribly terrible, horribly horrible, basically-it was bad. Marcus had the nerve to ask her to be his partner yesterday, yeah, like that would ever happen.

She would never go on a mission acquainted with him. Bree would rather get stuck under a boulder then help him fight crime. Or, get picked apart by a bunch of vultures, or be tortured by the crazy ice cream man. Anything was better than being near him.

"Hey, Bree, would you like me to help get you out from under that boulder?"

"No!"

"Do you want me to distract the vultures before they eat you?"

"No!"

"Bree, the ice cream man is behind you with tape, a knife, some sparkly rope, and a whip-"

"NO!"

This week has been very, very bad for Bree. Somehow, Marcus has always been there when she was stuck in the mud and he was always trying to pull her out. He must've been planning this the whole time, Bree thought hotly.

He must've pushed that boulder on her (though it was actually her brothers who accidentally did it, or maybe not accidentally…) and he probably opened the vulture cage (that was definitely Leo that time) and he probably told the ice cream man to try and get friendly with her (okay, so maybe the ice cream man was just crazy.) But, something was up and Bree was going to find out what.

Marcus is too nice, too helpful, too funny, too smirky, and too pretty boy. He is just awfully too perfect with no faults at all, no one should be that perfect. For instance, Bree is bossy and annoying, and Marcus isn't anything bad. He's perfectly bionic whereas Bree and her brothers are bionic but still humane, and that means that he's hiding a scratch beneath that oh-so-clean windshield of his, and Bree's determined to find out what that scratch is.

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