Sir RCCS: I hope so too.

Nicole0725: Haha agreed.

Itsallguchicauseyolo: Thanks, I just thought that Chase would unconsciously do that and wear Adam's shirt.

Shanzlol: Thanks like always (chapter 12)

A/N: First of all you guys are awesome, thanks for everything.

Important question: Who would like a little bionic "Lab Rat" (mix of Adam/Chase)?

Disclaimer: I don't own Lab Rats
Warning(s): same as always

Chapter Fourteen: Jealous

Adam's P.O.V.

I guess I was an idiot. It's not new though so I honestly don't know why Chase was so f'ed up with me. It's not like I was lying. I was being truthful that he can't take care of himself. I mean com'on he had a building almost crush him! A building!

"Adam?"

I turn and see Owen.

"Oh…when…did you get here?" I ask stupidly.

"Not long. Have you seen Bree?" he asks ignoring my 'joke'.

"She should be here in a few," I smile.

"Are you grumpy?"

"What?"

"You seem down and a bit mad too," he shrugs.

"It's just Chase," I sigh.

"Oh…relationship problems… I understand," he smiles.

I can't believe I about to have this conversation with my sister's boyfriend.

"How did you know?" I ask nonchalantly.

"The way you look at each other or how Chase gets flustered around you. Oh! Better yet when you two are flirting," he smirks.

"I…We do not flirt," I protest.

"Sure you don't. So what's bothering you?" he rolls his eyes.

"He's…mad at me because I said something stupid which might I add I don't know what it is," I reply.

"I thought he'd be used to that by now," he says.

"That's what I've been saying! Gosh you totally get me," I smile again.

"You know what I like to do when I'm down or confused?" he asks.

"Aside from being emo?"

"Hahaha. I like to draw my feelings," he says as he hands me his sketch book.

"They have smiley faces and frowns and they um…look great," I lie.

I was so close on saying they look like a preschooler drew them but I'm no better at drawing.

"I guess. I'm taking art class to improve," he shrugs.

Maybe aim for another career, I think.

"Anyway…Just talk to him. Ask him what you did wrong and then try to fix it," Owen speaks.

"…Thanks!" I give him a big hug where I nearly lift him up. Careful not to crush him.

Chase's P.O.V.

I walk into the school and the first thing I see is my boyfriend hugging my sister's boyfriend. And though my mind is telling me to be rational that it might not be what I'm thinking my body is not.

"Adam!" I shout.

He gets startled and puts Owen back on the ground.

"What the hell?" I question, anger seething through.

"Chase," Owen smiles and waves slightly.

I glare at him.

"Owen, Adam, Chase!" Bree smiles happily.

"What were you just doing?" I demand.

"What's going on?" Bree asks.

"Your boyfriend was all over Adam!" I yell.

"Whoa okay dude we're just friends," Owen says with his hands up defensively.

"That doesn't explain why you were in his arms!"

"Chase!" Bree yells angrily.

"No Bree tell your… your emo whatever to stay away from Adam," I command.

"Your petty jealousy is driving everyone away. Including Adam! It's not my fault my boyfriend could provide him the confidence he doesn't get from you," Bree says coldly.

I visibly flinch at her cold harsh words.

"And even so can you seriously see me together with Adam? Chase he's like my best friend and so are you…I wouldn't do that to you. I also wouldn't hurt Bree like that," Owen intervenes.

Oh, I've done it now.

"I…I'm…I'm sorry," I mumble before running off.

Could this day get any better?

Adam's P.O.V.

Chase approached us fuming angry. I put down Owen and then I went blank. Chase was jealous. Did he really have little faith in me?

"I…I'm…I'm sorry," he mumbles before running off to who knows where.

I excuse myself and hastily follow after him.

What's gotten into him? I wonder.

"Chase!" I call after.

He doesn't stop or even attempt to slow down. If I were Bree this would be over much more quickly. I see him enter a classroom and he closes the door. I knock before entering. There Chase in the corner of the class room curled up. My heart clenches at the pitiful sight.

"Chase?" I ask softly as to not to startle him.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

Oh Chase. I go closer and kneel in front of him. He looks up with red rimmed eyes.

"You haven't slept?" I note.

"I couldn't…not without you," he replies.

His voice is strained.

"Chase what is going on?" I ask.

"I…I…." he whimpers and cries softly.

I sit next to him and pull him towards my body. His head is in the crook of my neck and I let him cry. He needs it. He feels trapped and I know how it feels. It's like feeling helpless…

"Chase?"

"I'm so sorry," he clings tighter to my shirt.

I kiss his shoulder lovingly.

"I'm not mad," I inform hoping it's what he wants to hear.

He nods slightly.

"Are you mad?" I ask.

"Why were you holding him?" he chokes.

I smile, he was jealous.

"He helped me…to try and get this fixed…" I kiss him again.

"What did he say?"

"To sit down and talk. Not get angry but just talk. To ask you what's wrong to give you my support in anything to understand you…to love you," I answer.

"He didn't say all that," he teases, a smile in his voice.

"It was implied," I shrug.

"I love you," he whispers.

"Love you too," I smile.

He lifts his head from my shoulder and stares into my eyes. He closes the gap between us.

"I'm sorry," he mutters against my lip.

"You are already forgiven. There's nothing to apologize for," I whisper back.

"I feel like an ass," he admits.

I laugh.

"Not funny…" he pouts.

"Not funny," I agree kissing him again.

He smiles and responds to my kiss.

"Come on," I get up helping him.

"Thanks," he wipes his tears away.

"Don't worry," I kiss his cheek.

"I like how my shirt fits you. It suits you…" I whisper in his ear.