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quackity was on the couch, his parents were getting ready to go on a trip. It was summer break and his parents wanted to go on a week trip without him. Even though quackity insisted he didn't need a babysitter, they got him one anyways. There was a knock on the door and quackitys mother rushed to the door to open it. "hola!! you must be the babysitter wilbur right?" she spoke to the tall British man. "oh yes  i am ma'am" wilbur spoke while looking down to the Mexican women. quackitys mother moved out of the way to let wilbur in and showed him to the living room where quackity was pouting with his arms and legs crossed as he sat on the couch looking really pissed off.

"¡¡mamá!! ¡¡Te dije que no quiero una niñera!! ¡¡Tengo 15 por llorar en voz alta!! (mama!! i told you i dont want a baby sitter!! im 15 for crying out loud!!)" quackity yelled at his mother but then he seen wilbur and slightly blushed as quackity looked at wilburs brown fluffy hair.

 "Oh calm down, you're just too little to be in this house by yourself. I don't want you to get hurt. and its just for a week." She walked into the living room towards quackity. "I want you to meet your babysitter." She said, sounding almost like a teacher who was introducing her class to a substitute teacher.

"¿Habla él español? (does he speak Spanish?)" quackity spoke eyeing wilbur down trying his hardest to not show his blush. "No habla espanol, pero es un muchacho muy bueno y amable con mucha experiencia cuidando ninos. (He doesn't speak Spanish, but he is a very good and kind boy with a lot of experience taking care of children.)  quackitys mother spoke, trying to hide her smile towards him. She knew quackity would take his appearance wrong. Wilbur simply waved and smiled at him after he heard your mother.

as she calls quackity a child he got even madder then he was before "for fucks sake mom!! i am 15!!" "Oh, please! You're 15 and still can't cook or clean, you still can't tie your shoes. You still throw fits. You're a child!" quackitys mother had a smug look on her face as she started walking towards you "Just be nice to your babysitter."

as his mother said all that stuff in front of wilbur, he flushes red and quickly started to think of what to say "ya ya just go to papa and fuck off!!" quackity says in even madder voice. "And that's another reason why I don't feel comfortable leaving you here. You have a terrible attitude and no respect for your parents or anyone around you." She said, as she grabbed quackitys arm and started pulling you to your bedroom.  Wilbur sighed and followed you and your mother to your bedroom.

when they got to quackitys bedroom quackity spoke up again. "mama just go already!! your gonna miss your flight!!" quackity then sits on his bed hitting the spot next to him for wilbur to sit. quackitys mom sighs and stops in front of him. "Okay, just be nice to your babysitter, please. And no parties or you're grounded for a whole year." She says and kisses his forehead before she leaves. Wilbur then came into quackitys room and sat next to him. wilbur then patted your head and smiled.

"sorry about that.." quackity said as he looks at the floor "so.. what's your name?" quackity said as he looks at wilbur. wilbur looked at quackity with a sweet smile. His smile was so soothing that it made quackity feel a little bit better. wilbur replied. "Oh, I'm Wilbur. What's your name?" Wilbur asked as he looked down and looked at you.

"im quackity..." quackity then stands up and starts heading down stairs as wilbur fallowed "would you like a snack he asked wilbur as he looks at wilbur in the eyes noticing wilbur is probity around a foot taller then quackity why do Mexicans have to be so short.. quackity thought. "Sure, that sounds nice." Wilbur replied as he also went downstairs behind Quackity. All he thought of was what kind of snack Quackity would have and what he would give him. Quackity opened the pantry to get the snacks and he also looked at Wilbur. "How old are you?" wilbur asked. "Just curious." Wilbur added as he shrugged.

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