The Babysitter

Did I Just Think That?

"I'm smarter." He winked at me. I rolled my eyes before trying to push myself back up but his grip did not budge. 

"Phone? Please?" I whispered. I swear I would've gone off on him but the proximity just made me choke. 

"M'lady." He handed it over to me. 

I gave him a sarcastic smile before taking it and getting off of him, which he finally let me. I began making my way downstairs to grab the clothes my mom dropped off before heading over to the bathroom. I waited till she picked up before talking on the phone. "Thank you for dropping off the clothes," I spoke while walking up the stairs. 

"Oh thank Xavier. He asked me to drop them by." She laughed into the phone. 

I abruptly stopped in my tracks before re-routing and heading back to his room. I stopped at the door and gave him an impressed look. 

He threw his shirt on before rolling his eyes and smiling. 

I then turned back around before saying bye to my mom and hanging up. I went into the guest bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face while deciding to shower later tonight. I took in the outfit that was dropped by before thinking of how I'd wear it. It was a plain white sundress. At least my mom didn't drop any of my embarrassing clothes. There's a whole section for those in my closet. 

I changed and threw my hair in a high ponytail which I braided. Fashion kids. Fashion.

I grabbed my clothes from yesterday and folded them, taking them with me back to his room. I walked in there and saw him lying on his bed, on his phone. "Hey, do you have a bag I can maybe borrow? To take this back home in?" I lifted my hand with my clothes in them while leaning on the doorframe. 

"Yeah, of course. Give me a sec." he stood up and reached the top of his bookshelf, where a gift bag remained. 

"You just collect bags on top of the bookshelf?" I questioned sarcastically while placing my clothes in the bag. 

"Yeah, something like that." He awkwardly chuckled while scratching the back of his neck. 

"Right." I nodded. 

Then the awkward silence came upon us, like a dark cloud hovering over our heads. Too dramatic? I think so too. 

"Well uh- I'm gonna go and make myself some breakfast," I spoke while turning to leave but his voice stopped me. 

"You don't have to. I made you pancakes." He walked up to me and began walking down the stairs beside me. 

"Why would you make me pancakes?" I questioned as we came up to the counter where I set down my bag and put my keys inside of it. 

"Because." He shrugged while handing me the plate. 

"Because. Yeah, that sounds right." I laughed while taking the plate and fork and beginning to eat. 

He ate a pancake too while I ate mine. He made me more than one but unfortunately, I had to hand one back to him. It didn't seem fair for me to hog down pancakes that he made me without giving some back to him. 

"Ice pops?" he offered me some once we finished our pancakes. 

Ice pops usually give me a cold. Should I? 

"Sure." I took one which I ate slowly. Once we finish our ice pops, we had nothing to do. Nothing. Nada. 

"Aubrey?" he called out my name, getting my attention. I hummed in response. "Let's go biking. Your bike is outside. Let's go biking," he spoke. 

I turned to face him with raised eyebrows. "What about your little problem?" I gestured to his ankle monitor with my eyes. 

He nodded before explaining, "I mean you go biking while I'm just there and we can talk," he laughed. 

"And you don't think you'll get bored?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise. 

He laughed before giving another suggestion. "We could go to the backyard. There's a swing set there," he suggested. 

"Yeah, you have more chances of surviving that," I laughed while standing up before following him into his backyard. We walked over to the swing set before taking one swing each. It was a wooden swing set, which creaked as we sat down. 

"How old is this thing?" I laughed hesitantly grabbing onto the ropes. 

"Old," he laughed. "It's steady and strong. It'll hold," he reassured. 

I let out a breath I didn't realize before holding onto the ropes securely. We slowly started swaying back and forth while making small talk. "So, who made this?" I questioned out of curiosity. 

"My dad did. When I was born. Before he went back to his job," he explained while I nodded in understanding. 

"Sucks doesn't it? Not having your dad home?" I could say that because I related.

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I'm sick so yay! Haha. Fuck life :)