𓍊𓋼𓍊𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓𓍊𓋼𓍊

・・・𓍊𓋼𓍊𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖌 𓍊𓋼𓍊・・・

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it was now the afternoon and you were finishing up on your essay from your history class when suddenly you heard the phone ring down the hall, knowing your mom would be too busy to pick up you hastily made your way over there old soiled socks adoring your feet shuffling across the old carpet your grandmother had gifted your father last Christmas and rushing over to the small table near the hallway mirror before the other end could hang up.

"Hello? Eliot?" came from the other end, a woman's voice  could be heard.

"This is his sister (y/n), may I take a message?" you replied taping your nails onto the little wooden table the phone sat upon

Th other end seemed relived to even get a reply "oh (y/n) dear, yes this is Mrs. Willows Gregory's mother, I was hoping your brother could come to babysit?" she asked voice filled with hope, then sputters bashfully "I-I know it's quite last minute but our other babysitter canceled" she sighed

From what you could remember your brother babysat for them often, not to mention it was no surprise that he used to babysit you and their eldest son when you were little. Your brother was probably busy later tonight with his latest project "I'm sorry Mrs.Willows but Eliot isn't available at the moment" you hesitated breath gaming over the the phone then sighed remembering what your parents said  "but perhaps I can if you would like ?" you offered. Absently twirling the cord of the phone with your finger. From the distance you could hear the sound of the oven going off, Eliot's chicken fettuccine he was cooking was burning...

"oh! can you? I wouldn't want it to be an inconvenience" she inquired hesitantly, as you heard a loud Yelp coming from your brother and you could now smell a slightly smoky creamy musk in the air. As you sighed slightly so not ready to get smoked pasta for dinner. As you clicked your tongue and raised   the octave of your voice in a more polite tone. (Mentally scolding your brother for his clumsy mess and potentially getting your mom mad for damaging one of her pans)

"not at all, let me just ask my mom" you replied cheerfully still trying to be polite, up the stairs to your mom's room, you found her organizing her vanity little bottles and jewelry laying about in the surface as she opened one of its drawers humming to herself "mom is it ok if I go babysit for Mrs. Willows since Eliot cant?" you didn't expect her to say no considering how well acquainted she was with the woman, and the previous discussion you e had with her with this whole babysitting business, you just needed permission.

"it's the house a block down the street, right? the white one?" your mother asked absently as she re-arranged her earrings in her jewelry box "Fine. but take your jacket, it might get cold on the way back with these winds we've been getting" with that being said you hurried back to the phone "Hello?" came from the other end.  The blocky phone slightly muffled her voice "Mrs. Willows? This is (y/n), my mom said it would be ok"

"oh, wonderful!" she exclaimed you could practically hear the smile in her voice "we'll see you at six then ?" "mhm," you replied and set down the receiver. it was 5:30 so you still had half an hour, grabbing your messenger bag you began filling it with papers, coloring pencils, fruit snacks, and other things you think Greg would like to play with. the time was now 5:38 so you decided to finish up with your homework before heading over there.

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The sidewalks we're covered in thin puddles from last nights drizzle and the air had become more humid. As the sun begins to slowly decent, casting a golden brunt orange glow on to the tops of your next door neighbors maple trees, as you were walking to Greg's house your thoughts couldn't help but wander to the Willow's eldest's son. Wirt. you and  Wirt were very close in the eighth grade ( and most of elementary school)with your brother having to babysit you both and your creative writing class in school. not to mention the music class you both went to together.