The babysitter

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Will quickly pumped some of the soap in to his hands. He rubbed them together and rinsed. Quickly followed by tossing a towel from both of his hands.

"Will!" A little voice sounded. 

He sped-walked out of the bathroom, tossing the towel on his shoulder. He rounded the corner and walked down the hall. He was revealed to a room with a couch, coffee table, and a bunch of toys. There was also an elderly lady on the sofa, playing candy crush.

He scanned the room of many little faces and found who had been calling his name. It was Delilah, a ball of sunshine, wearing light yellow clothes that contrasted her darker skin color. He hair was in puffs and she was holding a pink sippy-cup.

"Yes Delilah?" He said, kneeling down to her level. Even thought he was short, he was definitely was taller than the other kids from ages one to six scatter through the room.

"Juice, please?" She asked smiling. She handed her cup out to will. Her vocabulary wasn't very good, considering she was only two years old.

"Of course!" He said softly. He took the cup and started walking toward the kitchen, gaining a couple high-fives, or low fives, from the kids. He ran the cup under the tap and filled it about sixty percent full.

He then grabbed the juice and a poured some in, completely filling the cup. He then walked back to Delilah and delivered her juice. She thanked him, sort of, only used the word 'thank' but it's the thought that counts.

"We have a new little girl, I think her names holly?" The elderly land said, swiping her ipad screen. Will sat opposite of  her and asked a couple questions, which she had no awnseres to. The lady got on his nerves.

Especially because this was her business, in her house, and she got paid more. But that was the only bad thing about working there. Odly enough he loved kids. They were happy with anyone, as long as you put them on your lap and clapped your hands together. Or tickled them.

He started messing with his fingers until his name was called again. It was a little boy named Eli, who's wheel broke off the truck. He was crying and will immediately hugged him. He patted his back and started moving his hand back and forth.

"Hey, it's okay, we'll fix it. It's no biggie" he said. Once Eli had calmed down he went to work trying to fix the wheel. It took a bit but he got it.

"This is holly, and her older brother, Micheal. He will be doing drop off and pick up sometimes." Said a blonde lady.

"Aren't you too cute!" The elderly lady chuckled. Holly looked unamused.

"Will!!" The lady called out.

"Yes Mrs. Driscoll?" Will spoke, walking in to the living room. With a towel slummed over his shoulder, a toy truck with a missing wheel, and the missing wheel in his arms.

He saw micheal, but just ignored him. He attempted to shake hands with Mrs. Wheeler, but he forgot about the toy truck.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I forgot about this. I can never fix this thing." He nervously chuckled. He started fidgeting with the truck until the lady told him Micheal could help.

"Huh?" The boy said, taking his eyes away from the tv playing in the background.

"Fix this." Mrs. Wheeler said. She had a very passive aggressive tone. Almost like she didn't expect to have to explain further.

Micheal looked up at will. They locked eyes for a minute, before Micheal reached out to grab the truck and wheel from wills open hand. Their fingers brushed together. Will chuckled. Micheal started to get to work. It was almost like micheal had fixed the toy in a matter of seconds.