The Babysitters

The Babysitters

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A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY #1 IN HUMOR "SATAN!" Gabby grinned, out of the blue. "Dude, why on earth will you find us a ship name? That too SATAN?" I complained, while Jenny slapped her forehead. * Rebellious, fierce, and outspoken. Samantha Harris is everything you could ask for in a girl. There is nothing stereotypical about her. First benches are not her thing, the last time she topped her exams was years back in her dreams, and she is definitely not a queen-bee. Outcast is what describes her the best. Warning : Do not cuss in front of her. She hates it with a passion. Now meet Trystan Ryder. Suave, charming, narcissistic, flirty - he is everything Samantha hates in a boy. Social rader begins with him. With a smile that can kill a million, he exactly knows how to win hearts. Warning : He cusses a lot. Have you ever wondered what will happen if you are interlocked with a person you just cannot tolerate to do a job? And not just any job, but a babysitting one, to be specific? A lot of chaos, right? That's what happens when Samantha and Trystan are compiled to babysit a three month old. Spending four hours together they do a lot of things - almost burn the owners kitchen, stalk his girlfriends, and lose the baby in WalMart. Wait? Did you expect something more romantic? Well, there is a reason their ship name is SATAN.
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"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked. "No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer. And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless. "This isn't funny, Tyler." "It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me." I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things." *** When you think that all is not lost in the world. That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad. When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel. When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was... It turns around and bites you in the ass. When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be... It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path. Can you change what happened? I wish. Can you stop what's going to happen? God! I really hope so.

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