On Saturday morning, Chase wakes up to the sound of Bree vomiting. Gross. Bree is sitting on the ground, half out her capsule with the door partway open.

"Bree," Chase shouts and walks out of his capsule.

Bree looks back at him. "Don't yell, my head is pounding," Bree puts her hand on her forehead and rubs.

"You've got to pick that up before Mr. Davenport comes down here," Chase tries not to look at it, "And I'm not doing it for you." Chase covers his nose with his hand to cover the smell.

Bree stands up slowly, using her capsule to lean against. After steadying herself, she super speeds to get the job done with a mop from the closet. She sits back down immediately after finishing and leans her head against the wall of her capsule.

"All that speeding is making me feel kind of. . ." Bree covers her mouth and super speeds her way to the trash can by Leo's desk and pukes again inside of it.

"Bree, I don't think you should speed again. And maybe you should tell Mr. Davenport and Tasha you have the flu or something."

Bree turns to look at him, "No," she says sarcastically.

"Come on," Chase holds his hand out, "Let's get you upstairs." He helps her stand up and they walk to the elevator.

When they get upstairs, Sloane is already dressed and helping Tasha make breakfast.

"What time is it?" Chase asks, surprised to see Sloane up and dressed. He was surprised Sloane was even helping with breakfast.

"Just nine thirty. Is Adam up? Breakfast is just about ready," Tasha answers.

"No, he's not," Chase sits on one of the island chairs. Bree sits next to him.

"Bree, could you go wake him up?"

"I actually don't feel so good."

"Oh, what's wrong sweetie?"

"She threw up. Twice," Chase says.

"You must have the flu! You probably don't have much of an appetite, do you?"

"Not really," Bree says. "And I have a pounding headache."

Tasha makes a sympathetic face at her and turns to Sloane. "There's some Ibuprofen in that cupboard behind you."

"Got it," Sloane speaks for the first time since they came upstairs and reaches into the cupboard. "Found it," she hands the small bottle to Tasha.

"Here, take a couple of these," Tasha hands two pills to Bree. "I'll get you some juice to swallow them with. Go lie down the couch."

Chase glares at Bree once she across the room. She's getting all this special treatment as reward for getting drunk last night. She doesn't have the flu at all. Bree glares back.

Tasha brings over a glass of orange juice to Bree and leaves the room to grab some blankets for her.

Sloane pulls a waffle up from the waffle maker and sets it on a plate full of other waffles without saying anything to Chase.

"Sloane," Chase says as he sits in front of her.

"What?" Sloane looks up for a second but looks away just as quickly, pouring some more batter onto the waffle maker.

"Can you believe this?" He whispers.

"Chase. It's kind of our fault she's hungover. That she got drunk."

"How?" Chase asks annoyed.

"We left her alone for an hour," Sloane says like it's obvious. She closes the top to the waffle maker. "Plus, that party was full of people she didn't know."

Tasha reenters the room with one blanket under each of her arms. She walks over to Bree and puts them on top of her.

"I guess you're right," Chase whispers cautiously. "But I think there's something more important to talk about that happened last night other than Bree," he smiles at her.

Sloane finally cracks a smile on her emotionless face. Sloane puts a finger to her lips to shush him all while still smiling at him. Tasha is right by them now.

"Is that the last one?" Tasha asks, gesturing to the waffles.

"Yup," Sloane puts the final waffle onto the plate. "Breakfast is served."

Later that day, Chase and Sloane are studying for Sloane's second evaluation in the lab. She's taking the test on Monday.

"When gametes form by meiosis, each pair of chromosomes separates in disjunction. When the pairs fail to separate properly this called…" Chase asks.

"Um. . ." Sloane thinks. "Non-disjunction?"

"Yes, but why aren't you sure of it?"

"Because it was a guess."

"Sloane, c'mon. The answer was basically in the question."

"I know. I know. I was sure of all the other ones though."

"Okay. Let's try a set of math questions now."

"No," Sloane groans. "I need a break.

"Sloane, your test is Monday."

"Yeah and I'm basically ready."

"Okay," Chase gives up. "So."

"So what?" Sloane gets up from her desk chair and sits next to Chase on the red sofa. She grabs the TV remote and crosses her legs. She immediately starts flipping through channels.

"So, about us." Chase shifts to face her, but she has her eyes glued to the screen. "I don't think we should tell anyone."

"Tell anyone what? We just kissed." Sloane settles on a channel and sets the remote aside.

"Sloane."

"What?" Sloane finally looks at him.

"Don't you want to. . .actually go out?"

"Not really. . that makes it sound so complicated. Can't we just hang out and stuff?" Sloane doesn't want to get too attached.

"And be friends." Chase says slowly.

Sloane doesn't say anything, she just looks at him.

Chase shifts again to face forward. "I don't get it."

"It's just easier this way, Chase. Davenport and Tasha would probably kick me out if they found out."

"They would never."

"And the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing? I don't know…" Sloane looks forward now too.

Chase looks at her, "Sloane, I want to be with you."

Sloane looks at him again, "I guess."

"Well not if you don't want to be." He says sensitively.

"I do, it's just going to make things difficult."

"Why?"

"Because. . ." she looks away.

Chase grabs for her right hand and holds it with both of his hands. They look each other in the eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Sloane doesn't say anything, but leans over and pecks him on the mouth. "Yes," she says, just an inch away from his face. Chase kisses her again. She smiles and guides Chase's arm around her while scooching closer to him. Sloane leans her head against him and starts watching the tv again. "We can't actually keep this a secret, Chase. I'm especially not keeping it from Bree. I can't do that. "

"You're right. We shouldn't keep it a secret."

"Let's tell them tonight."

"Let's tell them now," Chase stands up."

"What?" Sloane says.

"Come on," he heads for the door.

"Chase, no. We have to study."

"It'll take two seconds." He walks through the doorway.

Sloane catches up with him, "Bree first, at least."

"Maybe they're all together," Chase says as they walk down the stairs, "What do you know? They're all here." Tasha and Davenport are on the couch with Leo, and Bree and Adam are sitting at the table playing some card game. Bree has a blanket rapped around her and an empty bucket on the chair next to hers. Sloane's heartbeat rises. "Everyone. We have an announcement to make." Chase gets everyone's attention.

Sloane's face looks worried as she stands on the step behind him.

"What is it?" Leo says.

"Yeah, what is it?" Bree says kind of annoyed as she makes eye contact with Sloane.

"Sloane and I," Chase pauses, "Are officially an item."

Bree laughs, "An item?"

Sloane rubs her forehead, "Were going out."

"Ew, Sloane, I can't believe you like Chase!" Adam says.

"Oh, Adam, stop," Tasha stands and walks around the couch, "I think you two make a lovely couple. You look very cute together," she smiles.

"Thanks, Tasha," Chase walks down the rest of the steps and Sloane follows close after him.

Mr. Davenport walks around the couch now too, "Whoa, I don't know about this."

"What are you talking about?" Chase gets hostile.

"I don't know if it's a good idea to date living under the same roof."

"Well, you don't need to worry about it, because we're mature enough to handle it," Chase says and at Sloane whom is standing to the left of him

"You two are only fifteen."

Leo chimes in, "Oh, come on, Big D. What's the big deal? Not to mention this might be the only time Chase is going to get a girlfriend."

Chase makes a face at him.

"I guess it's fine. But no funny business," Davenport says sternly.

"Thanks, Mr. Davenport," Chase smiles at him and puts his arm over Sloane's shoulder.

"You have my blessing."

"You don't have mine," Bree says from the table. Sloane slips out of Chase's arm and walks right over to her.

"You're not mad, are you?"

"I'm only mad because you said you didn't like him."

"I didn't think I did," Sloane tries as Chase joins them. He stops behind her.

Bree studies the cards in her hands.

"I thought we were becoming good friends."

"Come on, Bree. Why does this effect anything."

Bree looks up at them. She's still in her pajamas. "It doesn't," she gives Sloane a tight smile. "You're still going to be my best friend," she looks at Chase now, "And you still going to be my annoying, know it all little brother."

"Perfect," Chase says.

Sloane leans over to give her a hug, "I'm so glad you're okay with this."

"I'm not going to let some boy come between our friendship."

"Some boy?" Chase crosses his arms, "I'm your brother!"

Bree rolls her eyes at him, "Eh, same thing." She tosses a card into the pile in the middle of the table.

Notes: I haven't really proofread this chapter, so I hope there wasn't too many mistakes. Sorry about that if there is. The next chapter is going to be a little emotional and graphic, just a warning. I'm not going to give anything away though. ;)