The Isaacs

yeah.. youre so screwed. (1)

Stumbling to the kitchen, you open a few drawers here and there, and open a counter hidden near the back of the kitchen. You've just found yourself the liquor cabinet.
bingo.
You open the cabinet and slowly examine the continents. You couldn't tell if it was your imagination or not, but it almost seemed like the bottles were glistening, calling out your name. Your eyes scan each bottle, the next seemingly more expensive than the last. Finally you reach the bottom left of the cabinet and find a slightly golden bottle.
perfect! tequila
The label read:
Aged Amber tequila
You take the bottle from the cabinet and set it down on the island. After a lot of searching you manage to find a shot glass.
While pouring the golden clear liquid you realize some lime would make the shot a lot better.

You made your way to the fridge and looked for limes. If they have this fine selection of liquor they must have lime.
You didn't know anything about alcohol but you've watched a lot of movies. After opening the fridge, you pick up one of the limes from the pile in the bag. You pick it up and juggle it as you make your way back to the island table. Giddy with excitement, you laugh a bit. You cut open the lime, licking the leftover juice from your finger, and put it over the shot glass.
While you struggled to squeeze the lime juice from the lime, you heard the door unlock.
shit.

The door creaks open as you stumble around trying to hide the bottle.
During your attempt to hide it, you accidentally knock the shot glass off of the island.
SHATTER
oh crap. what the tell am i going to do now ?
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TWO WEEKS BEFORE

The door slams.
"Ma! I'm home!" you yell.
"Luv', i'm in the kitchen!" she yells back.
You make your way to the kitchen avoiding the piles of junk and boxes on the floor.
You had moved to this house about two months ago, yet any available surface was littered with moving boxes.
Damn i really have to start unpacking. You think to yourself.
Finally finding the kitchen, you pant and gasp for air. "That was a whole ass workout" you complain.
Your mother chuckled and her hazel eyes looked up at yours. "Yeah yeah, when are you going to start cleaning up, huh?" she asks while still chuckling.  There was a tinge of seriousness to her voice though. You smile at her innocently and bat your eyes, "Soon..." the more uncertain you sounded, the wider your smile grew.
You gave her a big hug and after a bit of small talk, you announce you were going to your room.
"Dinner is ready in 5!" your mom reminds you. "ok ma! love you" you respond.
"i love you too"

You open the door to your room. Boxes still surrounding your bed. ugh what else is there to do? I guess i'll actually start unpacking now. It's the responsible thing to do.
It took you a good 3 hours to unpack your entire life from all of the boxes in your room, and when you left your room , your mother sat at the table with a cheerful face.
"Why so happy Ma?" you ask her while folding your arms over your chest. Something was weird.
"You know how we have been struggling a bit with money?" she says.
"Yes, i recall" you respond. More than just a bit in fact, but you aren't going to mention that.
"Well this kind lady offered you a job!" she said.
what? what lady?
A tall woman appears from the kitchen with a glass of wine in her hand. It was the reasling.
Is it just me, or is this lady rich? Like, mega rich. She was wearing a neat green suit with some black heels.
After abruptly making her way towards you, she gestures you to sit down.
"Hello Y/N" she says once sat down.
"Hello" you respond nervously. You fidget with your hands slightly. Once your mother catches a sight of this, she shoots daggers your way with her eyes. Her stare was clearly saying 'you look like a damn fool right now.' You try your best not to giggle at the thought. "Oh lord, where are my manners? My name is Ms. Green." she says "Nice to meet you." Her outfit matches her name completely.
She extends her hand to yours and you shake it.

"Im here because i heard that you offer certain babysitting services" she announced
"Yes ma'am, i do." you respond. She smiles satisfied and continues to ask you a few questions.
After a while of talking she offered you a position. "I know it is really short notice, but will you be able to babysit in a couple weeks?"
She said. "Mhm!" you replied "I would love to."
"Great!" she shot back. wait who am i babysitting for?
"Here is my contact information and the contrac-"
"Ma'am, i have a question" you interrupt.
She looks at you with a puzzled expression.
"Who exactly am i babysitting for?" you ask.

She smiled.
"I've been told not to reveal my employer's name," she responded "it would be bad for press."
God, what am i getting myself into
"Actually Ms Green," you said "I have another question for you."
"Go ahead"
"What's the pay?"
With no hesitation she replied,
"$250 an hour"
oh my god. I have to take this job.
You two talked for an hour and after signing many, many contracts (fishy), you were set to babysit in a couple weeks. You smiled confidently, ready for whatever life will throw at you.
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PRESENT

The glass makes a loud shattering noise and you completely freeze.
step.. step..
You hear footsteps coming towards you. Your face drops instantly as you cover your mouth.
A tall man emerges from the door making his way to the noise. You couldn't get a good look, but you noticed his hair was curly and black. His shoulders were wide and his waist was kind of small.
You duck and hide behind the island. God i'm so dead. The man inches closer towards the island, then bends down to examine the broken glass. While cautiously picking some of it up, he glances your way and ou both lock eyes with each other.

"Hello there" he says calmly.
wait, he looks extremely familiar?
"Hello.." you respond, clearly shaking.
He grabs your hand and pulls you up from the ground. "Did you do this?" he asked
"I-i am so sorry sir, i never should have snooped i just have nobody to pick me up and i'm so stressed ou-"
"No need" he interrupts you. You look up at him with guilt and regret in your eyes.
huh.. this guy is hot.
You shake your head, erasing the thought from your mind. Why the hell are you spewing nonsense about your problems? He clearly doesn't care.

Hold on a minute. Is that? It can't be.
Oscar...Isaac?
He looks your way, curiously, studying your eyes. When he sighs and puts his hands on his waist. It hits you. That's definitely Oscar Isaac. You've been babysitting his kids, walking around his house, stealing his liquor and not to mention, breaking his shot glasses.