Voltage ϟ Adam Davenport ϟ

ϟ 35 ϟ

WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

ϟ 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝟏𝟐/𝟐𝟒/𝟏𝟐 ϟ

"DONALD, I just noticed the holiday card we mailed out. What happened to the family portrait we took to celebrate our first Christmas together?" Tasha asked knowingly, holding up the card that she had found sitting on the Davenport's glass dining table.

Her husband walked over, taking the card as she held it out towards him. "Oh, I shredded those. These are way more festive." He flipped the card around, showing it to his wife as he smiled. Tasha rolled her eyes at the sight of the eyesore of a card.

She loved her husband, yes. Did she want to see his face plastered on reindeer where a portrait of their family should have been? Not quite.

Suddenly, Adam spun around in a stool sat at the counter, a metal tray in hand. His holiday cheer was clearly as visible outside as it was present inside, judging by bright red and white the Santa Claus costume he wore.

"Who wants a Christmas cookie?" the boy asked, showing the family the tray filled with the unbaked cookies.

Leo, from his spot on the couch reading a book, looked up unamusedly. "They aren't even cooked," he spoke, rolling his eyes at his brother and returning to his reading.

Ever since his mom had accidentally told him the truth, he couldn't find it in him to treat Adam like a brother again. But he hadn't found the courage to let him know that he knew, either. A part of him yearned to join the festivities of Christmas with the rest of his family, but he couldn't find the motivation to.

"Oh, no problem," Adam replied, even though Leo was no longer listening. He straightened out the tray, glaring intensely at the cookies that were molded into various shapes. Suddenly, red lasers shot a straight line path directly from his eyes to the tray. He moved his gaze along it, making sure the laser passed by every cookie before he blinked the lasers away.

He turned back to Leo, displaying the tray and the now flaming cookies. "Careful, they may be hot!" he warned before blowing the flames out.

Suddenly, Bree walked in, a look of annoyance broadcasted across her features. "Okay, who covered the entire house in blinking lights? People already think we're weird. We don't need to shine a light on it."

Leo just barely looked up from his book before looking back down. He contemplated going back to his room, but he knew that his mother would smother him about spending time with family if he did.

"No, I did that. I want to make sure Santa Claus comes to our house first," Adam answered, before setting the scalding hot metal tray on the kitchen island.

"Adam, we all love Christmas, but I think you're going a little overboard," Bree reasoned, approaching her brother.

"Ya think?" Leo muttered to himself, but the nonchalant charade came to a quick end. He jumped up in surprise from his spot on the couch when the front door banged open, revealing a flustered Chase. Clearly, he had been a victim of Adam's holiday spirit, as he was tied head to toe in blinking lights. When he jumped into the house, a wreath fell to the floor from around his waist.

Bree cackled with laughter, pointing a painted finger at her younger brother. "That, however, is spot on!"

"Hey!" Adam scolded, marching forward, "Get back on the roof. You're ruining my display!"

"You are lucky a raccoon chewed me free!" his brother shot back, trying his best to use his hands to express himself through the restraints.

Suddenly, beeping came from throughout the room. Adam, Bree, and Mr. Davenport all pulled their vibrating phones from their back pockets, looking at the screen.