Summary: you apply for a job as a babysitter but you're shocked when you find out it's a teenage boy
Warnings: alcohol abuse, that's about it
Word count: 577
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Babysitter needed
I read the sign as I walked past, with no particular destination in mind. I had gotten into a heated argument with my alcoholic mother about her addiction and I ended up leaving in a state of pure rage
It all happened because I called her out on it, this wasn't the first time it had happened, she would promise to stop drinking but within a week she'd fall back into her old ways.
Being seventeen I had no job and figured it would be a good way to get out of the house and away from my lying bitch of a mother so I slowly made my way up the steps of the house.
I hesitantly knocked on the door feeling nervous, I was practically a loner and had no social life so yes, this did make me anxious.
"hello?" an older lady with short blonde hair asked bluntly. "I- uh I saw the sign out front about needing a babysitter?" I said
"oh yeah come inside darling, my name is Constance" she said holding the door for me. As soon as I stepped inside I felt this dark heavy feeling in my chest.
she led me into the kitchen where a tall blonde boy with piercing blue eyes and mop top hair sat at a table eating some soup.
"this is Michael" she said taking a draw from her cigarette. I furrowed my brows as I turned to look at her.
"Is this who I'll be babysitting?" I asked in confusion. "yes, now I don't need you to start right away but if you could drop by tomorrow I'd appreciate that, I have some errands I need to run" she replied
I shrugged and nodded as I turned back to look at Michael, this was odd, why would I need to babysit a boy who looked around my own age.
"hey Michael, My name is (y/n)" I said with a smile as I took a seat at the table across from. he looked at me for a few moments with infatuation before giving me a bashful smile.
"hey (y/n).." he replied shyly. Constance laughed as she stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray "he's not normally this shy"
I laughed too, turning back to look at him, he blushed, looking down at his bowl of soup, avoiding eye contact. "grandma, stop" he muttered, resting his chin on is palm
"well I better get going, what time do you need me to come at tomorrow?" I asked, standing up. "around twelve would be great" she replied
"bye (y/n)" Michael called as Constance walked me to the door "goodbye" I smiled, exiting the kitchen.
"well I'll see you tomorrow" Constance said as she opened the door for me. "I'll cya" I waved, walking down the front steps.
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okay I'll stop there, this is a very short chapter which I'm not used to writing, all my stories are usually quite long XD
This book will contain fluff, death and smut. the description will probably change throughout the story but I'm taking it right through Michael's character development
but I hope you enjoyed!
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Fanfiction(Y/n)'s mother was an alcohol addict who treated her like shit, she was depressed and at her whits end until she met a boy who showed her how to be happy again After a change of events they decide to leave town, starting a life of their own but they...
