The Babysitter

Paint

"No," he shook his head with a goofy grin on his lips.

"Let me go, Xavier! We should wash this off before it dries." I tried wiping the paint off with my sleeve which only resulted in Xavier laughing. 

"You just smudged it everywhere," he laughed before taking my hand and the sleeve and wiping the paint off my cheeks. "There," he smiled. 

I used the other sleeve to wipe it off his cheeks. "There." I smiled mockingly. 

He shook his head before letting me go. 

"Are you gonna take your masterpiece inside?" I questioned sarcastically while looking at his empty canvas. 

"You know what? I will," he nodded before wrapping his arms around me, picking me up bridal style, making me squeal and burst out laughing. 

I pleaded with him to put me down but did he listen? Of course not, he's Xavier Parker. 

We were laughing as we made our way into the house to see Catherine coming in with groceries in her hands. She looked at us and froze. We looked at her and froze. I was expecting Xavier to drop me flat on my ass but he didn't. 

"Hey mom," he greeted her, gently putting me down on my feet. 

She seemed amused yet a little angry since we were on the verge of getting paint everywhere. "Shower. Both of you, now!" she demanded while hiding her amusement which her eyes weren't doing a very good job of. 

"Both of us, mom?" Xavier smirked. 

She closed her eyes, losing patience while I smacked his arm. "Aubrey, you can show yourself to the guest bathroom," she glared at Xavier who was standing there, biting back a laugh while I did the same. 

"Yes Catherine," I managed to contain my laughter and sprint up the stairs. Before I went into the bathroom, Xavier came up and handed me my clothes. "Thank you," I smiled and just as I was about to go into the bathroom and lock the door, he grabbed my wrist, spinning me around to face him. 

Before I could spit out any words of confusion, he pressed his lips to my cheek. My eyes widened in shock before I got myself together. 

"I had fun," he scratched the back of his neck with a faint blush tainting his cheeks. It was not the paint, it was definitely a blush. 

"I did too," I blushed before giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and swiftly going into the bathroom, locking the door shut. I heard him chuckle before I heard footsteps fading away. 

I let the smile form on my lips before touching the spot where he kissed me, feeling tingles and fire on my skin. 

I snapped out of it and got into the shower, rinsing my body of all paint before wrapping a towel around myself and getting dressed in my clothes from yesterday. Now clean and dry clothes, from yesterday. 

I opened the door before towel drying my hair and leaving whatever was left to dry before heading out and downstairs. I opened the door and was greeted by Xavier sitting at the beginning of the flight of stairs with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. 

I walked up behind him and knocked on his head. "Hey, what're you doing?" I sat down next to him, looking straight at him instead of what he was looking at. 

"Third-wheeling," he continued looking straight ahead and when I did, I found Robert or officer Clarke as I will still call him, handing a bouquet of lilies to Catherine. 

"Hmm," I nodded, watching the couple so obviously in love. 

"They're her favorite," Xavier spoke sourly. 

"Don't be such a sour wolf." I nudged him. 

He looked at me completely lost and confused. "Such a sour what?" he looked at me with bewilderment.

"It's a Teen Wolf reference, nevermind, all I'm saying is don't be sour about it." I waved my hand dismissively. 

"My mother is finding love again," he sighed with a small smile while leaning his head on my shoulder. 

"Congratulations," I sighed and leaned my head on his. 

He took in a deep breath. "I wonder when I will." 

I looked down at him to see him looking at me. I smiled before letting out a small laugh. "Are you looking for it?" I raised my eyebrows at him. 

He shrugged casually. "I want it. So I guess, yeah." He looked back at his mother and Robert.

"I get that you want it, so do I. Just don't look for it. People tend to find things when they don't look. Things they want. Those things come easier when all you do is your own thing." I shrugged. 

"I've never wanted it until now," he leaned his head back on my shoulder.

"Me neither, Parker." I bit back my smile.

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Teaser for the next chapter- Tea.