Things are getting heated! Meoowwwwww ;)

"I don't know Marcus, you cant be that hard to kill, can you? So tell me, how can I kill you?" Bree leaned into his ear and whispered hotly.

Marcus inhaled a deep breath like the doctors in a hospital do when they get impatient explaining something to a little girl. Now Bree is not a little girl and she did not like his irritating and annoying, whatever it is he exactly does, one bit. She tilted her head up though, she is the boss, she is the queen in this house, and nothing Marcus does should irritate her. But, it does, and that doesn't not make her a queen anymore; it makes her a princess, and Bree does not like it one bit when someone lowers her rank.

"Now that, princess, is a secret." Marcus' words dispersed into the air slowly and cut like a sword. How did he know what she was just thinking? He did call her princess, didn't he?

"You don't, by chance have the ability to read minds, do you? Just wondering because you never know with teenagers and their super-human abilities these days, heheh," Bree asked, trying to act as if she wasn't scared by it, but someone reading a mind is basically reading a dirty magazine filled with naked people and equally bad thoughts. Chase and Adam have that in their normal everyday conversation, but Bree? Never, she is a good girl on the outside, and slightly, okay sometimes, extremely rated R on the inside. It would be super embarrassing if Marcus could read everything she secretly thought of. Chase luckily hasn't developed that terrible bionic power yet, but could he? Does Marcus already have that ability? Well if he does. Crack. Crack-crack, crackity, crack, crack.

"Why? Would that be a problem?" Marcus looked into her eyes like one of those evil cats you find outside of Walgreen's, waiting to pounce and scratch to death. Okay, maybe Bree was a tiny bit over-exaggerating, okay, a lot. Marcus wouldn't kill her, she knew deep inside, but her brothers? Heck yeah. Bree tries not to load them into a cow butcher's back trunk by the end of the day, it's a true internal struggle but the good side of her manages to let them live, well at least for the time being.

"No, no, of course not. I'm a complete open novel," Bree said casually, feeling quite smug with her response. Marcus nodded at her answer, but he seemed to not believe her at all.

Bree always had a thing, also known as a bionic power, where she can see if someone is telling the truth or lying. Bree furrowed her eyebrows slightly when she tried to see if he was lying or convinced with her answer.

Nothing. Bree got nothing. So she tried again, squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her fists, she tried to get her secret bionic power to work. But, nope. Dangit! UGH. Bree could feel herself looking totally stressed and could already see the stupidly attractive eyebrows raised on Marcus's face.

"Isn't it supposed to be open book?" Marcus asked while looking amused by her flustered expression. Inside, she was sort of glad that he changed the subject, but now she just felt irritated. Bree bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep herself from being the evil cat from Walgreen's and pouncing on him. Bree felt a need inside her grow suddenly; she really badly wanted to curse at him right now. Instead, she bit her lips, basically eating her entire mouth, until she felt sure she could keep her entire mouth shut. Of course, she wasn't entirely sure her mouth was secured shut...

"Same thing! Ugh, you're so-" Bree started motioning her hands wildly, as if looking up and asking WHYYYY? She couldn't even begin to form a sentence to describe how ugh he was.

"Handsome? Adorably attractive? Good with the ladies? Funny? The doppelganger of Ryan Seacrest? The twin of Brad Pitt? The list can go on," Marcus cut Bree off, making her a definite ticking time bomb.

Bree had her eyes closed when Marcus looked over at her once again. She looked like she was praying for the end of the world to pick another planet. Slowly but surely, Bree finally calmed down so that she could at least mutter a few words because when she's angry, people get scared (mostly because of the glitch that causes a knife to pop out of her head.)

"Look Marcus, if you're trying to get me to be your partner, it's not going very well. If you want to get to know me, here's a tip: don't make me want to kill you." Bree said, slightly bitter, slightly sweet. Then she gave Marcus the fake smile she gives to all the mean girls at school. It's a smile that let's people know that they are definitely on her hit list, and as of now, Marcus was getting to the top of the list.

"I know for a fact that you, deep down, like really deep, deep down, don't want to kill me. You actually want to do the opposite," Marcus spoke lowly, in his deep and incredibly enchantingly enchanting stupid voice. Damn, this boy in cocky, cocky, cocky, Bree thought. She scoffed probably for the fiftieth time since he's been at their house.

Wait, wasn't his shirt still off? Bree suddenly felt embarrassed as she scanned the bare chest before her, she'd been so heated by his ugh-ness that she forgot above his half-nakedness that has been there for almost ten minutes now. How on earth did she miss that godly sight? Still, Bree had to stay confident because Marcus is known to tease.

"I will never ever want to do the opposite with you, Marcus. And please, for the sake of my eyes, will you put a shirt on?" Bree asked, looking away as if his chest were her mother or worse her father naked. Marcus seemed to like her response, he always likes her response, and so he just smirked that smirky smirk of his.

"Only if you put it on for me...and only if you be my partner."

Bree silently debated inside her mind, if she said yes, she would have to put the clothes he picked out, which hopefully aren't stripper shirts and tight tops, over his broad shoulders, and she would also get to fight crime but with him. But, if she said no, Bree would be forced to endure his annoying and not awesome commentary probably for the rest of the day, and his constant probing about being his partner. So, that's why Bree said yes, because he was annoying, Bree told herself, and she did not what him to continue the irritating talking until she ended up in the grave, it had to end now.

"...Fine," Bree grumbled darkly, sealing the deal that she secretly wanted to take. But there has to be some rules, like no fighting bad guys during school hours, and no putting shirts on Marcus regularly, that would just be weird.

Bree looked up from the carpet on Marcus's bedroom floor she was stuck on and met his eyes that were already full with mischief and focused on her. She tried to resist the urge to slap him on the side of her head, and it was now an incredibly aching urge to just knock him out for just a few seconds...

Marcus walked over to his dresser and pulled out a button down shirt, dammit, and handed it to Bree, with one eyebrow raised mockingly. Bree took it quite aggressively and said nothing, contemplating what she would do when she would have to slowly button each button down his body, while seeing his skin at the same time. Why couldn't he be an android instead of this? But, nooo, it had to be Marcus the genetically perfect bionic human instead of Marcus the son of principal Perry. Yes, Principal Perry has a son, very surprising.

"Turn around," Bree muttered, trying to sound like a bored teenage girl, while inside she was freaking out. Marcus didn't try and disobey for once and he turned around slowly and lifted his arms to his sides, then he unfortunately opened his mouth.

"Kinky." A smiles was sewn onto his lips as his dark eyes danced with laughter.

"Shut up."

Bree took Marcus's right arm and slid one side of the shirt over his hand, then his elbow, and then his muscled shoulder, trying to avoid the details of his skin. Ooh, he had very nice skin, with all his freckles and just the paleness of it was beautiful.

While Bree was trying very hard to focus on something else other than him, Marcus was watching her like a hawk as she slid the other side of the shirt onto his arm.

He must be Italian, Bree thought, appreciating the smooth skin of his back now. Wait, can a bionic human (or evil android) be Italian? Eh, who cares, Bree thought, I like what I see.

"So, you like what you see?" Ugh, there it is again! Bree fumed. He has to be a mind reader, how could he not be? He says the exact thing I think just ten seconds later.

Suddenly Bree realized that she was just standing behind him staring at the smooth skin on his back as she went on her tippy toes to fix his collar. No wonder he thought she liked what she saw, she was being really creepy, looking down the back of his collar. Mussssccllllllessss, inner Bree complained in a whiny voice.

"If you were Ryan Gosling, I would definitely like what I see, but unfortunately your all I see right now and it's making me sick," Bree retorted back, she tilted her head to the side and smiled, then narrowed her eyes on the back of his head.

Marcus smirked as he turned around and Bree looked up at him no so fondly, they were so close but so far. Yes that sounded really stupid, but it's true.

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