Summer Babysitting Job

Chapter Two

Dinner was crazy. The boys all fought over the seats. Wes and Dane wrestled over the chair next to me.

Eventually, I had enough. I yelled at them, so Wes sat next to me and Dane sat on the whole other side of the table.

After my rant about how I wasn't going to tolerate fighting at all for the summer, they were speechless. I couldn't help but to laugh in my head. Two of these guys are older than me!

The tacos were good, of course. I brought out the brownies, put one in each bowl, scooped some ice cream, and gave them the bowls. In a matter of seconds, the bowls were all licked clean.

"Jeanie, you are a fabulous cook," one of the twins said. I couldn't tell if it was James or Jack. Oh well.

"Thank you," I replied, carrying the bowls to the kitchen.

"Let me help," Alec said. "Also, I have a question. My girlfriend, Abigail, and I have been dating for four years now. I was wondering if maybe she could come visit for a weekend or something? She lives in Chicago because she goes to school there."

"Absolutely. I look forward to meeting her," I said, opening the dishwasher. "Be right back."

The boys had all moved to the living room. Wes and Dane were sitting on the big couch, talking, the twins, Ben, and Sam were wrestling on the floor, and Andrew was sitting in the corner with a book.

"Excuse me! Alla y'all put your butts in the chairs and watch sports or something as long as you're quiet and don't destroy my house!" I yelled over the noise. They obeyed, surprisingly.

"Do you need more help in the kitchen?" Wes and Dane said in unison.

"Well, I need someone to supervise here, and I guess one of you can come in the kitchen."

"I'll help you," Wes said. Dane looked mad at him. I would be, too, if I had to watch all of those kids.

Wes and I walked back into the kitchen. Alec had started washing the pans that couldn't go in the dishwasher, so I began loading the plates into the sishwasher. Wes helped me finish.

Then I wiped down the counters and table, while Wes picked up the wrappers from the package. We finished at about the same time Alce did.

I was about to speak when a large noise erupted from the living room. With a sigh, I said, "Alec, can you please help Dane?"

He nodded, and left. I grabbed two towels, and handed one to Wes. We began drying the handwashed dishes, then putting them away. The towels were soaking wet afterwards.

"Where does this pan go?" Wes asked.

"In that drawer over there," I pointed. When we wasn't looking, I twisted my towel and whipped it at him.

Hearing my giggles and holding he spot on his back, Wes shook his head. "You really shouldn't have done that."

He picked his towel back up and whipped it at me. I turned, but all that did was make it hit my butt and not my arm.

"Ow, that hurt," I said, fighting back laughter. I walked over to the sink, dipped my hand in the dirty water, and splashed Wes. Before he could react, I ran out to the dining room.

He chased me around the house, and we whipped each other. I've never had this much fun with a complete stranger. Not complete, I reminded myself, because I know his name, age, and where he's from.

I hid in my closet. Hopefully, Alec and Dane have control of the other five kids.

"Jean, are you in here?" Wes's voice wondered in. I giggled. Shoot.