Marcus is in parenthesis. I've decided to try a weird author's note.

Alrighty guys. I'll start with apologizing for not spitting out this chapter. Also, TaylorSwift100 has changed her username to Swiftie24, and I feel the need to mention this because this author did come up with the original idea for the story. This chapter is pretty short. I'm still trying to figure out how to put in the tension between Owen and Chase. Owen will be an interesting character, mainly because I would totally date him and am so jealous of Bree, but since I haven't seen him in Season 3, I guess he's not dating her anymore. Another thing, can you believe that: You Posted What? is coming out on Spencer Boldman's (Adam Davenport) 22nd birthday? Unfortunately, I will be at camp and unable to view it until I get back, on the 3rd of August. This camp has no internet, however, I will try print out this fanficiton so I can still work on it while I'm there. I will not be able to post for the week (Anything new, Highlights123?). So, if I don't come out with the fourth chapter before the 27th, its not coming out until really late.

Disclaimer: (You haven't done one of these in forever)

Shut up Marcus! He's one of my best friends. We were in drama club together.

(But its so fun to correct you. You get annoyed.)

Do I look like I care?

(They can't see you, you know...)

No dip, Sherlock. Now, I'd like to tell you that I do not own any of the characters or-

(It'd be a little scary if you owned us. I'd just have to wonder what torture you'd put us through.)

How about the kind of torture where I remove all the hair on your head with duct tape?

(But that's no good. I'm an android, i don't feel pain.)

That's what you said when you were crying because your dad forgot your birthday.

(*Gasp* We do not speak of that. She doesn't own these characters and/or the oriinal idea of Bree getting seriously hurt.)

But I do own the permission to kill a certain android. Do you know what I just realized? It'd be so funny if you had a phone implanted in you and then you ring and I'd say: Excuse me one minute, my android is ringing.

(Stop it with the android jokes. Its not funny!)

*Cue evil cackling*

Setting up for the dance was easy for Bree. Owen was really sweet and understanding about the whole situation. Afterwards, he stayed back to talk with Chase. "Her losing her memory is kinda harsh. What happened?"

"She fell down the stairs," Chase lied. Guilt was evident in his voice, though.

"Fell down the stairs and she lost her complete memory?" He asked.

"Well, we were playfully shoving each other, like siblings do, and I accidentally pushed her a little too much and she fell over a fifteen foot ledge. If she'd landed any other way, she probably would've died." He was partially telling the truth. Chase did feel like it was his fault.

Owen commented, "Wow. You hurt your sister? I knew you didn't like each other, but that's going too far."

Chase stated, "Yeah. It was my fault, but everyone says it was an accident, including Bree."

"You know it was an accident, right? You're not gonna go and start beating yourself up about an accident?" Owen asked. Chase was surprised.

"I thought you didn't like me," He responded.

"I do. You're pretty colorful, multitalented, and can be interesting or insanely boring, at times. You're like a piece of art."

"You've lost the art speak."

"Eh, it comes and goes. I normally just quote people. This is my idea of art, and of people: Only the artist can see everything in the painting, the spectator can only see a partial representation of what the artist chose to convey."

Chase said, "That was actually a really cool quote. I don't think I recognize it."

"I came up with it. When I became friends with Bree, I figured I didn't know and wouldn't get close enough to know everything about her. Then I realized that, and I knew that I might get close enough to Bree to understand her enough. I was almost there, and then this happens. She's an interesting painting. All of you are. I'm a naturally curious person." That was not what Chase had been expecting. The whole art-ness of it was totally Owen, but him want to get to know Bree was not what Chase had been expecting. He'd thought Owen just wanted another model to paint, but now he realized Owen wasn't such a bad guy.

Bree came back in. "Hey, are you guys planning on staying in the school all night, or am I going to have to find my way home alone?" Chase laughed. They followed her out the door. Owen and Bree were talking animatedly on the way home. Chase felt a little left out, but he was only there to make sure Bree didn't go flying into walls or anything, right?

"What. The. Heck. Is. Going. On." Chase spoke each word in a dangerous tone and Adam and Leo were honestly a little freaked. They had completely destroyed the living room. There were burn marks in the walls, popcorn all over the upturned sofa, and mystery goo on the floor.

"Carnival?" Adam asked.

"Chase, live a little. I'm sure if we ask nicely, Bree can just use her super speed and clean this right up."

"She can't use her super speed!" Chase yelled. He was almost spazzing out.

Bree explained, "According to Mr. Davenport if I use my bionics imroporly now, I could possibly die. We're not taking that chance, because I really don't remember how to use them. Awkward silence ensues and then you two run around and try to clean everything up before Mr. Davenport or Mrs. Davenport get home."

"Too late and Bree, honey, I told you to call me Tasha." The woman in the door turned to Leo and Adam. "You two are in so much trouble, and so are you Chase! I told you to watch them!"

"Perry needed Bree to do something and I was babysitting her so Owen wouldn't do something and catch her off guard," He defended. "I put Eddie in charge."

"Eddie?" Bree asked. "Who's... wait. Is he the creepy emoticon?" Chase nodded. "Gosh, he's annoying!"

"Agreed," Tasha stated. "Now, you boys are going to clean this up, while I take Bree and Chase for some fro-yo." Leo and Adam groaned. "Clean. Now."