Warrior

Babysitter Jake *Chapter Five*

My mood immediately lightened up as the song played, I skipped down the stairs and landed on the balls of my feet. I felt like I was back to my old performing days, when I was on top of the world but in one of my lowest points.

"COME AND LET ME TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE

I AIN'T GOT A LOT OF MONEY BUT I GOT A LOT OF STYLE"

Top Down was by far one of my favorite songs on their album, you just couldn't help but not want to jam your heart out to it. I felt like a proper idiot for sitting here in my entryway jamming out to music, but in this moment, I really didn't care at all. Dancing my way into the kitchen, the song changed. I froze; this was my song. I proceeded to screech the lyrics at the top of my lungs, my throat was beginning to become sore, but I really didn't care. The chorus kicked in and I couldn't help but scream out the lyrics:

"GIVE IT TO ME I'M WORTH IT."

The song was completely and 100% sexual, but have you seen them sing this live? It basically has guy's confirming their sexuality as straight or girls confused by their own. I proceeded to sing as I was making my breakfast even though it was lunchtime; I grabbed the pan underneath the cupboards and set it on the stovetop.

Turning the notch up to a six and hearing the gas fire start underneath the pan; I buttered it and cracked an egg. The song proceeded to carry on, as well as my dance moves slowly becoming more and more interesting. If anyone saw me I'm sure that they'd send me to a mental asylum.

Over the sound of the bass thumping and the egg frying, I could hardly make out the ring of the home phone. Frozen, I looked around; my hair whipped me in the face as I turned around. I had absolutely no idea where the phone was. Usually, mom was home to answer it, but she was at work and dad was also. I turned the music off and attempted to listen to the rings. It sounded like it was coming from underneath the couch, but how on earth would the phone even get there?

I scrambled to get to the couch in time before the voicemail went off, only to find Max, my 75-pound dog, sleeping sprawled out on the couch. I sighed as I could hear mom's voice come through the couch.

"Hey Taylor, it's mom here. I just wanted to let you know that dad and I got called in for a business trip, we won't be coming home tonight or tomorrow. I trust you not to throw any parties, and for that reason, I already called over Jake, the boy next door, to come over and to watch you. And this isn't him babysitting you."

 

She hung up the phone, the beep ran though my ears right before I heard the knock on the door. I could let one of two things happen, ignore the door until he gets lazy enough and leave, or answer the door with a cheery face and invite him inside like he didn't see me in my pajamas this morning. I heard the knock on the door again; this time I could hear his knuckles slamming against the door. The gentle tap of a foot against the porch was telling me he was getting impatient.

"Coming!" I heard myself callout, before I fully realized what I was doing. I sighed and scraped my hair onto the top of my head and dusted my shirt off. I walked the few feet to the door and yanked it open and leaned against the cold, metal door.

"So why do you need a babysitter exactly?" He said stepping into my house without even a peep escaping me. He let out a low whistle as he took in my humble abode, the dark wood floors, the white walls filled with paintings, really my house looked a lot more expensive than it really was.

"I don't need a babysitter, I'm 17 years old." My voice was snarky and uninviting, at least I hoped it to be. I usually sounded like a young puppy when I tried to be scary. He simply smirked and slipped off his tennis shoes. He strode his way into the kitchen like he lived here his entire life.

"Why are you still in your pajamas? Haven't you been up for awhile? And what's that burning smell?"

"My eggs!" I squeaked out as I dashed into the kitchen, managing in the process to body slam him into the wall, he lost his footing before taking quite the tumble to the floor.

"Um, ouch?"

I smiled as I shook the burnt egg into the garbage.

"Maybe the floor wanted a hug, Jake."