The Isaacs

ice,.. cold as ice.. (2)

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 glass.
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30 mins later

Earthly words could not describe how incredibly embarrassed you were in this moment. How could you get caught drinking while babysitting at a celebrity's house. Celebrity or not, you basically ran the risk of endangering his children. Oh lord were you screwed.
Though you were thoroughly disappointed in yourself your disappointment only grew as you caught yourself drooling over this actor. Sure, he looked really good in the movies, and especially now in his black suit, with the white button up dress shirt, and those sleek black pants. Your eyes wandered, taking in every part of him. Every. part. You shot your head back up to look him in the eyes and cleared your throat uncomfortably.

"Do you have something to say or do you just plan to sit there and stare?" He asked.
You immediately got up from the couch where you were seated in-front of him.
"Sir, i am so very sorry, this will never happen again i promise!" You managed to spit out.
"That won't be a problem" he said in a clear loud voice, "You are fired." he finished.

Your face flushed red and you felt the tears develop in the corner of your eyes.
Your throat got tense and you were finding it difficult to breathe. I mean, it was obvious you were going to get fired, but this was such a good opportunity for you, and you threw it out the window. All for a shot of tequila, and you don't even drink!
"Ms. are you alright?" Oscar asked.
Your face became hotter and you sat back down.
It's just a babysitting job, why am i so fucking upset? You asked yourself.
"Yes sir i'm fine" your quivered ever so slightly.
He saw the embarrassment and sadness in your eyes and sighed.
"Do you have a ride home?" he asked firmly.
God i forgot about that.
"N-no sir" you answered.
"Collect your things, i'll take you home." he said.

You loaded your bag into the back seat of his luxury car. You were about to sit next to your bag when you heard Oscar speak from the drivers seat. "Sit up front" the tall man ordered.
You were stunned and surprised as to why he would want you to sit up front but went with it anyways. It's not like you were going to make things difficult right now after the stunt you just pulled. You exit the backseat and open the passenger door and climb in.

10 minutes in and you found yourself staring at him every once in a while. He looked at you too, with some slight annoyance, but he looked at you nevertheless. You guys reach an intersection and as soon as the light turned green he sped through the road. He was driving so fast you were leaned far back into your seat and gripping it. While speeding through a car appeared out of nowhere and sped into the side of Oscar's car.

He hit the brakes as hard as he possibly could. Luckily nobody was seriously hurt but you had hit your head on the brim of the door. It was bleeding a bit but the adrenaline made you immune to the pain. The drivers car door swings open and you direct your eyes to the loud screaming in that direction. You saw Oscar yelling as the car that almost hit you two drove away at the speed of light. He got back in the car and slammed the door shut. He rested one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on his jaw. While pulling the car over to the side of the road, he eventually turned his attention over to you.
Finally remembering that there was a passenger on board with him, he looked at you with a worried expression.
He grabbed your face and traced his thumb over your bloody forehead.

At first, you didn't notice the blood slowly trickling from your forehead, but he certainly did. After quickly scavenging around his glove compartment, he swiftly pulled out a micro fiber towel. It was clearly to polish the car's metal detailings, but you were pretty sure was nothing else available. He softly blotted the dark gray towel on your forehead as you wiped away some of the blood. Not a single word was exchanged during this time. Just silence, you, and freaking Oscar Isaac attending to your wound. The cut started stinging when he started applying more pressure. You wince at the pain and turn your head to the side.
"Stay still." Ice. His words were as cold as ice. Maybe showing a little compassion wouldn't kill him, but he clearly wasn't interested in exchanging more words than he needed to.
"Sorry." You mumbled as you turn your head back towards him. He holds it again, this time, by holding your jaw. As he wipes the wound, you start to notice how big his hands were compared to your face. He subconsciously rubs your jawline with his thumb as he holds you still. You gulp. He finishes cleaning the wound as best as possible and grabs the towel, stuffing it back into the glove compartment. Again, the silence was insufferable. Weirdly, your heart was beating out of your chest, the eerie silence wasn't helping you either.

"Thank you. Sir." you mutter. He looks back at you.
"It's fine. I wasn't just going to leave you injured like that. Do i look like a monster to you?" He grumbled, putting his hands back on the steering wheel. It's evident something's on his mind. The car starts again and roars as you zoom your way down the street. He scratches his stubble with one hand, as he steers the car with the other. You  pull out your phone as you couldn't stand the silence. Along with a few text notifications, you noticed one from uber.
Hey! Your uber has arrived at the given location! - UBER.
Oh no no no no no. You frantically unlock your phone, open the app, and begin trying to cancel the uber. Obviously it was too late, but you tried your hardest anyways. The cancel fee is would be charged to your account soon. Great, you just lost this babysitting gig, the money you spent on the uber, and now some extra cash for leaving your driver hanging. You hung your head low and groaned quietly.
"What's the matter?"
You look up at Oscar

"Uh. So, I called an uber to pick me up before.. you came back home," the now sour memory of him finding you crouched over broken glass clouded your mind, "And the driver is there now, so...."
He just sighed, looking over at you occasionally.
"How much?"
"Sir?-"
"How much do I owe you?" He interrupted with a deadpan voice. You're not the brightest when it came to math, so you quickly and secretly opened the calculator app on your phone. He definitely noticed, since you're not as sneaky as you think. You were there for around 9 hours, a whole lot of time. This better be worth it. Nine times $250... Holy shit. You just made $2,250 from this gig. Is that too much? No, you deserved it after everything you just went through. You clear your throat.
"$2,250." You say bluntly. He raises an eyebrow slightly and after a second he speaks.
"Alright."
At least you got that bag 🤷🏻‍♀️