The One With the Helicopter

                                    

                                          
Delta's  POV:
                          
It was Saturday, thank God. I am so tired of school, even though Adam makes it better. Aw, he's so cute. Zadie and I met up at the normal street corner and walked over to the Davenport's. And she just walked in the house. No knock. Nothing. We are a little to comfortable here I think. 
                          
We walked down to the lab same as always and saw Bree on her cell phone. 
                          
"Caitlin, calm down. Okay? Calm down." Oh, that's who she's talking to.
                          
"Yeah Caitlin, calm down!" Chase mocked.
                          
"Yeah, you need to CHILL OUT!" Adam mocked along with Chase.
                          
"Rodney breaks up with you every two weeks. That is like, totally normal. No, no, don't cry." Bree shouted into her phone. Then we heard a scream from the other end. "Okay, scream. Screaming is good." 
                          
"Yeah, screaming is so good!" Chase said, before screaming. 
                          
"I am so sick of you!" Bree told her brothers. "No, no, no, I'm not sick of you Caitlin. Maybe Rodney just needs some space."
                          
"Yeah, maybe Rodney's an astronaut." Chase suggested.
                          
"Yeah! Maybe he dumped Caitlin for a one-eyed Martian girl."
                          
"Caitlin, hold on." Bree said, glaring at her brothers. She then walked into her capsule and continued talking. "Okay, what were you saying?" 
                          
"I got this." Chase told Adam, while he was typing something on the desk. Bree's phone then flew up and hit the top of her capsule. "I love magnets!" 
                          
Bree ran out of the lab, angered, but she was still being pestered by her brothers. I don't think they realized we were here because they ran right by us. So we followed them out of the lab.
                          
"Mr. Davenport, I cannot stand them anymore. Can they please go live in your warehouse?" Bree complained.
                          
"Bree, the warehouse is where I keep my explosive chemicals." Davenport told her. 
                          
"Like I said, can they please go live in your warehouse?"
                          
"Well, Donald, she is getting older. She needs privacy. Why don't you give her one of your extra rooms? You have like fourteen." Tasha defended Bree.
                          
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not have any extra rooms."
                          
"You have a pool table room, bumper car room, arcade room, surf simulator room, not to mention a room full of mirrors." 
                          
"Or as I like to call it, a room full of me."
                          
"A surf simulator room?!" Zadie exclaimed. "I'm coming to live with y'all."
                          
"Ha, me too."
                          
Okay, Bree, you can have my sewing room." Tasha offered.
                          
"Yes! So long bozos!"
                          
"Fine, without you, we will make the lab totally awesome for ourselves." 
                          
"That's right. No more hair scrunchies or rainbow-colored toe socks or pretty, pink, shiny junk! Ooh, but I'm a little chapped. Could I borrow some of your Bubble Berry Pucker Bomb?" Adam asked, taking Bree's chap-stick necklace. "Man, it's always so hard not to eat."
                          
A while later, Zadie and I were sitting at the kitchen bar talking with Leo. 
                          
"I need some advice." Leo said. 
                          
"About what?" Zadie asked, taking a sip of her water.
                          
"You see, I really like this girl."
                          
"Aw, Leo, you have a crush."