The Sexy Babysitter ((Odell Beckham Jr)) *complete*

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Waking up with sweat coming down the sides of his face. He turned to his clock seeing the time was 5:15. He was about to lay down and try to close his eyes to get a few more minutes of sleep when,

Beep... Beep... Beep...

He groaned loudly he smacked his alarm clock, pressing the stop button. So the loud annoying sound could shut off. His body was so tired, he didn't want to get out if this damn bed. Because he didn't get any type of rest at all. His arm slumped over the bed as ha searched for his phone. He had a slight headache but all he was going to do was take a little Tylenol and call it a day.

His fingers touched the material of the phone - trying to remember how it even got on the floor. Hitting the button, he seen he had a few messages from his buddies. Sighing his arm slung over hush eyes as I was trying to adjust. Beck, wasn't a morning person once so ever. But, he had things to do - such as school. And as bad as he'd like to stay home, he knew his mom
Wouldn't agree to it, she wasn't going to let him just sleep the day away. The smell of food made his body tense up. He slowly pulled his arm from his face and I listened to his surrounding. Was his mom actually making them some bomb breakfast he, he hoped so.

He got up from the bed slowly and slipped on a t-shirt. It was a little cold in the house so he didn't want his nipples at attention to everyone in the house. He walked towards the door as he hit something, it was kind of dark in his room so he couldn't see it, "gawd'dammit!" He shouted as he grabbed his pinky toe. He bit his lip as he felt on the ground and immediately picked up one of his sisters toys, "now how the hell-" he shook his head and tossed it somewhere in the room.

He was going to get on them for being in his room in the first place. Opening the door, the smell was floating in the air. The bacon, eggs, waffles, and more. He walked down the staircase. When he got to the last steps he scratched his head as he peeked around the corner. His jaw vastly dropped as he turned his head in disgust. He frowned when he saw, De'Andre was standing in my damn kitchen shirtless - pants-less - drawls-less - but only had socks on! Who the hell does he think he is first of all?

"You want some bacon?" He said in laughter, Beck gagged before he even began to talk,

"The hell you doing here? Put some FUCKING clothes on for god's sake! My sister are up there if you haven't forgotten! You daughter, what if they would have came down here and saw you like this - man you weird. I'm going upstairs ion' want none of that food" Beck said loudly. His mom rushed down the stairs with her hair all over the place as she covered her mouth,

"Damn, Andre! What the hell, you said you was gonna make breakfast but not like this!" Beck laughed lowly,

"Why he even here, Ma'? What's the fuck is going on?" He said fanning his hands out. Looking at his mom as she fiddled with her hands. De'Andre, covered himself and sat on the bar chair,

"Watch yo' mouth, son." He said in a disgusted tone,

"Don't call me that... mom you grown. You can do whatever. But what if my sisters would have came down here and seen his damn junk? I'm going to get them ready this is too much..." his mom shook his head as she shit a look at her man, "and keep him away from this house..."

"Boy what you say?" Beck laughed,

"Sit down. I don't wanna embarrasses you..." Beck looked at his mom as he shook his head. This was just too much this early in the morning...