The Babysitter

Pinch

"Did you ever try to ask any girl out, though? Make the first move?" I questioned. 

"I never liked any girl enough to do it seriously. I would've asked you but you beat me to it." he turned to me with a grin. 

"That wasn't a date. You needed to get out and I was your way," I shrugged. 

"Aubrey, why won't you let me kiss you?" he asked out of the blue. I took a moment to think of an answer. 

"Because we're not together right now. I want it seriously, with no games." I shook my head slightly. 

"You suggested the game though." he looked at me with confusion in his eyes. 

"No, I didn't. I suggested you prove you're better than him. Not a game. That's on you." I told him truthfully. "You're the one that suggested the game of who falls first, I just played it." I shrugged.

"What can I say? Hate the player, not the game, am I right?" he scoffed, slightly triggered at my words. 

"Hate the player all you want, doesn't mean they won't win. I'll win, you know it." I arched an eyebrow at him. 

"You do realize that we both win in this game, no matter who confesses first, right?" he chuckled. "You can say it first and I get to hear it, or the other way around." he shrugged. I took a moment, debating if I should even voice my current thoughts, but he should know all the possibilities. 

"What if only one person falls?" I asked hesitantly, avoid eye contact at all costs. 

"That's not going to happen. I know that for a fact." he had a certain look on his face, almost cocky, borderline over-confident. 

"And how do you know that for a fact?" I asked, turning to him in confusion. 

"Because we're both already falling, it's just a matter of who says it first." he shrugged. 

"So it's a matter of who cracks first? I'm cool with that." I shrugged before standing up. As I stood up, the doorbell rang. I sighed secretly praying it wasn't Julie and went to answer the door. 

Standing there, I saw Violet with a pillow and a blanket wrapped around herself while Ace stood beside her looking the same. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked while opening the door wider and letting them in. 

"Sleepover!" Ace slurred. I rolled my eyes before turning to Vi. 

"Is he drunk? Again?" she just laughed and nodded at me while crashing on the couch and grabbing the remote, beginning to look through and find movies to watch. "Are you?" I narrowed my eyes down at her. 

"I had one drink, Aubs, I'm not drunk." she deadpanned. 

"Right," I slowly nodded, "I'm gonna go and get Xavier," I announced while walking up the stairs and going into the guest room I was staying in. I opened the door to see him leaning with his head against the headboard. "We have guests." I gestured down with my eyes. 

His eyebrows knitted in confusion as he got out of bed. "Violet with a very drunk Ace." I patted his shoulder before heading downstairs with him following me. Before I could step down the stairs, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back in the corridor, pinning me against the wall before the guest room. 

"Let's leave them be. They'll have fun and so can we. Oh, look, that rhymed." he grinned down at me. I smiled at him sarcastically before pausing to hear what I was waiting for. 

"Where the hell is my buddy? Xavier where are -oh shit!" Ace yelled before we heard the sound of glass shattering. 

"I'm sure they're having a lot of fun. Still wanna go back inside?" I arched an eyebrow at him. He groaned under his breath before taking a step back, putting his hands up in surrender. "That's what I thought." I nodded before going downstairs and looking at Ace, waiting for him to tell what he broke and where. 

"Kitchen." he went and sat on the couch with a guilty look on his face. 

"It's okay, I'll clean it up." I went into the kitchen and crouched down, picking up all the big pieces of glass. 

"You really showed up drunk after getting drunk last night?" Xavier spoke while coming downstairs. My gaze automatically snapped in his direction, causing me to cut myself with the glass while hissing in pain. 

"Damn it." I stood up and threw the glass in the trash before Xavier rushed over to me. 

"You couldn't have paid more attention? You were dealing with glass, Aubrey." he scolded me before assessing my hand. 

How sweet, am I right ladies?

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