This is a longer chapter!

Warning: this is a mention of a boner ahead.

"No, no, NO! I refuse to go out at friggin ten o'clock at night with you dressed like that," Bree said, once again in her prissy mood.

She seems to always be in a weird prissy mood when around that stupid boy. Ugh, Marcus, and his weird attractiveness that makes Bree want to be a silly little girl and take the candy he invisibly held out to her. Bree thought about their relationship through an analogy. Marcus is the beer bellied freak who molests children in a van (though that is so not true, Marcus is more like an evil ken Barbie doll) and Bree is the little girl taking the candy handed out to her, and the next thing she knows, she's in his freaking van. Unfortunately, that is actually true, she's in his van right now about to leave and kick super villain booty. It would be more exciting for Bree if Marcus wasn't her only companion for the night, but they're what Marcus calls "Partners."

"Oh, come on Bree, chill. Technically we're superheroes fighting crime so it doesn't matter. I'm sure superman had the same problem as me. It's normal for the tights to give the boner look. But I promise it isn't what it looks like it is, I would definitely tell you. Anyways, it isn't that bad." Marcus tried to soothe her.

Oh Marcus, silly Marcus, no one can calm that girl down, Marcus could already hear someone dead in hell laugh at him from below. Well, at least he tried. His costume isn't that bad, Marcus mused, maybe she's just distracted because of the extra XXXS tight tights he's currently sporting.

Then, everything kicked into place, and his mouth turned into a curved dagger with one end pointed slightly more than the other.

Bree's distracted by him, she's totally attracted to him!

"Uh, if you haven't noticed, its that bad! I can practically see it through your pants!" Bree told him, obviously trying to avoid looking at anything on his body at all.

Marcus raised both eyebrows accusingly, Bree turned to look at him, and he knew what Bree knew he was thinking.

"Ew, gross, infinity to the power of infinity NO!" Bree immediately turned her head away once again, still not wanting to look at him.

Maybe she was embarrassed? Nah, Bree's never embarrassed.

One time Bree's old boyfriend told the entire school that she slept with her stuffed animal named after him and she was not one bit ashamed, Bree retorted back saying that the stuffed animal can sleep with her better than he ever could...and then she dumped him. So, somehow, Marcus could never imagine Bree blushing or laughing all cutesy in embarrassment, all he could see was a hot girl smiling while participating in murder. So basically Bree is one badass hardcore girl who's into revenge and payback.

"Bree, it's really dark out and this is a superhero costume. No one will see." Marcus told her and tapped her nose like a smarter-than-you adult to a silly little child. Bree instantly slapped his hand away from her and glared until Marcus surrendered and put his hands up.

"Well, you should think about the criminals with their husbands or wives who will wake up in the middle of the night and turn on their lights and see that or-it. If there are small kids, they'll probably ask what that thing is and their mother or father will have to give them the birds and the bees talk early, essentially ruining their short lived and sad childhood. Won't it just break their hearts when they find their dad or mom's a criminal going to jail and then get the talk after that? Their little puny lives will be ruined." Bree knew she was over exaggerating a bit, hmm A LOT, but she did not want to ride side by side in a van with it staring at her in the face. Just, egh, ugh, agh.

"Fine. I'll change if it really distracts you that-OW! What the hell was that for?" Marcus whisper-shouted, knowing that they could wake up the Davenports that were still located in the house. If they yelled loud enough, Abraham Lincoln would probably rise from his grave and demand silence, and Marcus would not enjoy a zombie version of his favorite president. But, Bree just totally whacked him like a bear to a fish on the side of the head, and he was tempted to yell like a football player hit in the stomach, though he didn't and decided to cry in pain on the inside.

Bree grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"You are-UGH." Bree said her signature sentence and then just let the guy go. Then she fake coughed. "Just go get changed into something that a man prostitute would not wear so the villains won't confuse you as a whore trying to get some action, and bring the masks, I left them in my room."

And with that unusual exchange, Marcus was shoved out of the car by Bree, and landed on the ground face first. Okay, first of all OW! Second, is she really that distracted by his manliness that she had to hurt his beautiful gorgeous handsome face? She's definitely a she-devil, he now knew for sure. Damn her, Marcus thought.

But, he didn't really want to damn her because he kind of liked being around her feisty personality, sure it inflicted pain and made him want to stab a knife through his own head, but he likes her and he doesn't know what to do. Why does he constantly go back to her every time she's a jerk to him?

A few minutes passed and soon enough, Marcus was back dressed in not as tight pants but Bree could still see some sort of monster in there and it looked like it could bite.

What is wrong with you? She asked herself, he could probably hear your thoughts, like holy crack woman snap it together! You're acting like a cocaine addict and Marcus is a boat loaded, you crazy girl!

Marcus tried opening the car door, but nope, it would not open. She locked it, god, that girl sometimes, Marcus shook his head.

"Bree, open sesame." Marcus said as he put his head against the window and waved at her dramatically. Bree rolled her eyes, stupid boy, then she rolled down the window, making Marcus's arm fall into the car.

"What are you, Greek?" Bree asked as she leaned out the side of the car and grabbed the mask held in his hand. Clearly Marcus didn't get her joke, heck she didn't even get it, open sesame originated from Greece, well the saying did. Eh, same thing.

Yes, for once in her life she listened to Chase babble on and on and she actually decided to repeat something she learned from him.

What a waste of words, Bree thought as she looked at Marcus's slightly confused face. Well, it was a pretty lame thing to say. Shouldn't he be smart like Chase though? He has all of their abilities right? Hmm, maybe the abilities are dimmed down because he has three and she only has one. Oh well, who cares anyways? The government, some random voice in her head whisper-screamed at her.

"Actually, I am a quarter of Greek on my father's side and my mother is full Ital-" Marcus started but was cut off by Bree's menacing and quite threatening glance basically saying 'if you don't get in the friggin car I'll kill you.' So Marcus being the cunning and one known as 'good with the ladies,' quickly crawled through the window and stumbled into Bree's lap.

Marcus sat up as fast as he could and was met with Bree's scary gaze, Marcus was almost convinced that she was about to kill him. Like, holy crack he wanted her to look anywhere but his eyes. Nope, she kept searing through him like a fire and he was the super dry paper about to be burnt. Wait, did Bree have a secret laser-eyed bionic power? Nah, Marcus's safe. For now, but he could hear Bree beginning to laugh manically. Either that...or Leo in the background. Oh well.

They stood there, close and heated, for a few minutes, pretty much having a glare contest. Most people would've been freaked out by the creepy way Bree was looking at him; it was like a psycho-pedophilic-clown kind of look.

Most people would've passed out in a weird sexual rush (Bree didn't of course) when they looked at Marcus because he looked pretty hot when he got mad. Even Bree had to admit to that.

Finally Marcus broke the silence that felt more like a fistfight than anything.

"You look like a pedophile who just took a job at a children's party as a clown."

Unfortunately for Bree, that's not the first time she's heard that. One time she really took a job at a children's party as a clown and her brothers played a prank on her telling the kids to call her a pedophile. The parents of the party fought Bree away with an umbrella as she tried to explain. That night, Bree almost got arrested, but she was a minor, and was just a smudge away from murdering Leo, Chase, and friggin Adam.

"Oh yeah, you look like...a bisexual rapist." Golly gee, Bree thought sighing internally, that was officially the worst, all capitals WORST comeback like, ever. How do you even look bisexual? Marcus looked very amused by her probable frowny face. He took a large step, or really just a scooted closer to her, and looked down at her smirking.

"It's not rape if you like it," Marcus whispered, breathing close to her ear. Bree kind of thought he was either going to bite her ear of or rape her, she wasn't sure. So she took her small fist and slammed it against his shoulder that honestly felt like a hard as rock boulder.

Then she started laughing, and sooner or later after Marcus cried in pain, he started laughing too. What a pleasantly terrible beginning to the night, Bree thought. Marcus silently agreed to her thought (luckily she didn't know he could read minds) and smiled.

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