{ ~ the babysitter ~ } stenbrough.

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Bill Denbrough was 13 years old, his parents still didn't trust him to be home alone though. His brother, Georgie, went to summer camp. Meaning he gets to have so much fun. Boo-hoo for Bill. He got sick at the time that camps started taking in the kids, therefore he had to stay home, his parents usually go on dates while their children are gone, seeing as they never really get much alone time with the kids there. Since this year Bill was home, they had to find a babysitter, preferably someone Bill got along with. Maybe even a teenager. Bill's mom made calls all dinner, calling every boy and girl in the neighborhood, then she called Stanley Uris. The one and only 14 year old boy available on a Friday night, she offered $5 an hour, Stanley gladly accepted. Bill's mom and dad sat down with Bill in the living room after dinner. 

"So, Bill, honey." His mom said in a kind tone.

"Y-yuh-yeah, muh-mom? What's u-uh-up?" Bill said in a nice, calm, confused tone 

"We know your almost 14 now.. but your father and I will be gone all night. So we got you a babysitter!" His mom said calmly for the most of it, but the last half Bill could sense something, was it fear? excitement? nervousness? Although he didnt know it then, it was fear he saw in his mother that night. Fear of leaving her kids in the hands of someone she didnt even know, fear of letting a stranger in her home. Yet, she managed to hide it quite well. 

"Buh-but why? I-i-i muh-m-mah-mean, cmon. I-i-i-im mah-mature enou-enough t-tuh-to stay huh-ha-h-home, right?" Bill said, feeling sad, betrayed, hurt.

"Well.. honey i mean, you remember last time dont you? We cant afford that again." His mother said compassionately. 

"He'll be here soon."  She adds on, calmly, yet still worried

(A/N)

i changed my writing style for the second one sry