"Bastard!"

Babysitting pt.1

You woke up early, your hair was a mess. "Fuck," you groaned out groggily. The sleepover the night before was really fun, even Michael got along ok. You crawled over the kids and Michael, heading to your bag. You grabbed some standard clothes and went to the bathroom to change. After changing, you brush your hair and your teeth, slipping on some socks and shoes. You headed downstairs, Mrs. Afton was in the kitchen, cooking. "Morning Y/N, how'd you sleep?" She asked. "I slept well, you?" She looked back down to the stovetop, "I slept nice. If it's not too much of a bother, could you wake up the kids and Michael?" You gave her a thumbs up and ran upstairs. 

You re-entered the room and lightly shook Elizabeth, "Lizzy, wake up." You said, whispering. She opened her eyes slowly and sat up. You picked her up and brought her downstairs, sitting her at the dining table. Heading back up to get Evan and Michael. "Evan, wake up." You shook him softly, knowing he was easily startled. His eyes flashed open, and he sat up panting. He walked down the stairs and climbed into a seat of his own, resting his head on the table. Now, you have to get Michael up. Hooray!

As you trudged up the stairs one last time, you entered the room and shook Michael gently. "Michael, get up." he looked so peaceful. "Fuck, what the hell am I thinking!?" you thought, he didn't look peaceful or cute or anything! He was just some mean ass neighbor that you had to deal with because your parents like the family. "Michael! Get up!" You shook him harder, partially from your angering thoughts and partially because he wouldn't get up.

His eyes widened as his body tensed, "I'm up. Get the fuck out of my house you bitch." He demanded. You rolled your eyes. "Gladly."

*Time Skip-11AM*

As you sat in your room, on your phone, you heard your name get called from downstairs. "Y/N! Come here!" you sighed. "Coming!" You responded. As you arrived in your kitchen, there stood Mr. and Mrs. Afton. "Y/n, the Afton's need you to babysit for them. They're going out of town for a weekend and need somebody to watch the kids, they don't trust Michael." You tried your hardest to not roll your eyes and snarl your lips. "Ok. What time?" you asked. "If you could, now." Your mother answered. "Will Michael be there?" you asked, Mrs. Afton nodded. 

You took some clothes and other necessities and put them into a duffle bag. "Alright, I left notes for everything you'll need to know, including our numbers. If you have to call, but try asking Michael first, alright?" You nodded. You walked over with them, back to their house and they gave you an extra key. "Bye dear! See you soon." yelled Mrs. Afton after kissing Evan and Elizabeth on the head. 

You entered the home, the smell of pancakes wafted into your nostrils. "Mm." You went and sat on the couch where the two small children were. They were watching cartoons, specifically SpongeBob. "Hey guys, what are you doing?" You asked, "We're watching SpongeBob! Can you go up and get my coloring books from my room? Mommy and Daddy say I'm not allowed to climb them myself..." she looked back at the TV. You got up and headed to the second floor.

As you got to Lizzy's room, you heard a door behind you open. Michael's door. You spun around to face him, all he was wearing was a towel, his hair was wet and stuck to his head, water dripping down his torso. "Why the fuck are you here?!" he yelled. You got scared, you hated being yelled at. "I'm babysitting for a few days because your parents went out of town." His eyes widened and his nostrils flared. "Oh, come the fuck on!" he exclaimed. 

He turned on his heel and slammed the door. You went into Lizzy's room, trying to find her coloring books. You looked under her bed, there they were. You grabbed them and some art supplies and went back down. The kids were as they were before, enjoying a show together. "Here you go guys, are either of you hungry?" Lizzy nodded her head and Evan gave a small nod as well. "What do you guys want?" they didn't take their eyes off the coloring pages. "Apple slices!" they said. Though it was in unison, Elizabeth was much louder than Evan was. A loud "Shut the fuck up!" could be heard from upstairs. This made you giggle.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple, before you began to cut or wash it, you thought about something. "I wonder if Michael is hungry, I'll go ask." You smiled and walked up the steps. You knocked lightly on his door and waited for a reply. You heard frantic rustling and then a small. "Come in." 

You entered and looked around. Michael was on his bed, hands in lap. "Hey, just wanted to see if you were hungry. Want anything? A drink or some food maybe?" You asked, sweetly. "No. If I wanted a lousy bitch to ask me what I wanted I would've come downstairs." he said, not missing a beat, you replied. "Ok, I'm taking the kids to the park, come if you want. I don't fucking care." you walked out. "Dickhead."