TO WHOEVER ASKED ME TO UPDATE TO LIKE CHAPTER 100 IM SORRY I DIDNT MAKE IT THERE RIGHT NOW BUT I WILL ONE DAY!!!!! IM JUST NOT SURE EXACTLY WHEN!!! :D
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Michael: The little girl you're babysitting, Lily, twirls around in her lavender tutu and taps the top of Michael's head with her plastic wand. A smile spreads across his face as he taps her nose and stands up to get a few popsicles out of the fridge. You've been babysitting Lily for a few hours and he just came by to keep you company before you two head off to the movies. "Is that your boyfriend?" Lily asks, whispering in your ear, delight twinkling in her little eyes. You shake your head laughing, "No, he's not sweetie," you say quietly and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But you're going to the movies together tonight, right? And you spend time together a lot," she notes, twirling a loose piece of thread from her dress in her small fingers. You can't deny that you've been spending a lot more time with him, but regardless, he's not your boyfriend. "Talking about me?" Michael says when he comes back, laughing and handing a popsicle to both you and Lily. "Well, I think that you and (Y/N) should be boyfriend and girlfriend," Lily proclaims, tapping the side of her tiara. You blush and a low and raspy chuckle escapes from his mouth. "If I play my cards right, maybe," he admits, making you blush even more.
Luke: "Thank you Mrs. Jones, just call me if you need me to babysit another time," you say, pulling on your jacket. "Of course, Alex loves having you around. Probably because you let him eat more sweets than Mrs. Thatcher, his old babysitter," she jokes good-naturedly, handing you a $20 bill for babysitting their 6-year-old son while she and her husband went to a company dinner. "And if your boyfriend, Luke, ever wants to come around again, like last Thursday, that's completely fine with me." You almost choke, hearing those words tumble easily out of her small, pink mouth. "No, no, no. Luke's not my...We're not..." you admit embarrassedly, shaking your head. You can't deny that there have always been some mutual feelings between you and him, a certain spark every time you spend time together, which is often, but neither of you have ever done anything about it. "Really? I could've sworn...Well, you two would make a very cute couple," she hints softly. You deny politely, laughing at Mrs. Jones good-humored suggestion, but still ponder over her words as you walk out the front door, the frosty winter air biting at your cheeks. Maybe.
Calum: "What's your favorite animal?" Noah asks, tightly holding his chocolate ice cream while he sits on top of Calum's broad shoulders as you walk through the zoo. The sun passes over his bright, 7-year-old face and you ponder his question before replying, "Probably elephants, what about you?" you ask. "Giraffes!" he answers excitedly, bouncing up and down on Calum's shoulders. Calum lets out a laugh, "Why giraffes?" he asks, shifting Noah on top of his shoulders. "Because giraffes are taller than everybody and they're super cool." You laugh at how excited Noah is and Calum sets him down so he can go over to the lion cage. Calum wraps an arm around your shoulder as you watch Noah look at the large animal, his eyes large as saucers. You lean your head against Calum's chest before Noah walks back over grinning and talking about how "awesome" the lion is. Chocolate is smeared around his mouth and you take a napkin and clean him up as his ice cream drips onto the concrete. "I want to be tall like your boyfriend when I'm grown up," the talkative little boy spouts off making you blush. You and Calum have only flirted on and off, but his innocent words still make you smile. "Don't worry, little guy, you'll be tall soon enough," Calum promises, smiling at you and hoisting Noah back on his shoulders.
Ashton: "Don't worry, she'll be okay" Ashton assures you as Emily, the little girl you're taking care of, coughs in the next room. Her parents are on a couple's retreat for the weekend and she's suddenly caught a cold and you have no idea what to do. Her little body shakes with each cough and the only person you could think of to call was Ashton. He walks to the pantry and pulls a bottle of cough syrup and a can of chicken soup. His expert, calloused hands put the soup on the stove and pour out a small amount of the dark purple liquid into a cup. "Thank you so much," you exhale, knowing that Emily's in good hands. "Any time," Ashton smiles, pouring the soup into a small bowl, before walking over to the bedroom and feeling against Emily's warm forehead. "How are you feeling?" he asks quietly, looking into her deep brown eyes. "Not too good," her small voice admits. "Don't worry, sweetie, you'll be better in no time," he promises, placing another soft pillow under her head and kissing her on the forehead before leaving to get the soup and medicine from the kitchen. "Your boyfriend is really nice," Emily's small voice says, making you smile. "Aww, no sweetheart, he's not my boyfriend," you say pushing hair back from her face when she coughs. "He should be," she weakly smiles before he comes into the room, smiling at you and placing a small kiss on your temple, making you feel better, like he always does. Maybe Emily's right. Maybe.
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