It was not in the plan

Chapter 7: Babysitting

I hopped down the stairs two by two the next morning, I was still tired from the lack of sleep yesterday. I had spent hours of thinking and thinking then finally managed to fall into a deep slumber and wake up early the next morning.
My eyes were red and itchy for some peculiar reason and I couldn't stop coughing and sneezing, I felt hot then really cold the hot once again.
I sighed, as I stopped before the last step. Jake came out, he shot me a boyish grin and  rushed down the stairs.
"Hey baby sis" he smiled warmly at me.
"I'm older than you" I reminded him, shaking my head at him.
"Oh yeah" he murmured, more to himself then shot me another of his abounding smiles as he ruffled my already extremely messy hair.
I ducked away from him and shot him a glare. "Go away, can't you see I'm dying?"
He laughed, reaching the bottom of the stairs and avoiding my weak flying fist towards his face.
"You aren't dying, you're just sick" he said.
I let out a ratchet cough and narrowed my eyes so much that it probably looked like I was badly squinting.
"It's all your fault you-" my sentence was cut short by a painful gasp that left my lungs. I took a breath in resulting in me, bending over and coughing once more. My chest hurt.
"Oh my sweet baby" my mother said coming down the stairs, she looked at me with wide concerned eyes.
"I'm dying, I don't  know how many days I have to live. Please get me blue roses at my funeral"
She looked at me, checking if I was completely serious and I was then hesitated for a split second then continued to laugh.
I rolled my eyes in irritation and went down the stairs. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a Advil, a glass of water and a fruity lozenges.
"No food?" Jack asked raising a curious eyebrow at me.
"I hate you" I muttered, leaning against the counter.
"Good news" my mother sang, she had her pink iPhone 6 in her hand and a grin on her face.
"What?" Jake asked, thinking it would be good news. I tried to scoff but ended up hurting my throat.
"You guys" she said pointing at us. "Are babysitting the Fletcher's!"
"I can't" I coughed abruptly, my voice was croaky and my chest was sore. "I'm dying"
"You aren't dying" My mom said shaking her head. "Your sick and the Fletcher's love you and Magenta! They can't stand the boys, I told them all of you would baby sit"
"Well" I started, I scratched my eye. "I'm dying"
My mom sighed and rolled her eyes.
"You can have the day off" she said to me "I'll take you to the doctor, but you have to baby sit the Fletcher's" she said.
"What if I get them sick? Then I'll be accused of murder" I said as my sister hopped down the stairs.
"Aw, I've been waiting for the day you were accused of murder" she said snickering.
"Go away" I said to her sticking my tongue out at her immaturely. "I get a day off and you don't"
"Well that's alright, you look terrible" she commented and headed to the fridge and got out her cottage cheese.
I coughed, "whatever" I commented lamely and grabbed my goods. "I'm going back to bed"
"So what did you say about the Fletcher's?" My sister asked.
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"What did you say you have again?" Scarlet asked me, she was siting at the foot of my bed and I lay opposite her.
"Pink eye and the flu" I said to her, grabbing a tissue from my bedside table.
It was completely filled with medication - drugs, tissues and a glass of water.
"Isn't pink eye contagious?" She asked me, raising a questionable eyebrow at me.
"Uh huh" I nodded.
Scarlet took a step back and smiled nervously at me.
"I just need to put in eye drops and sleep, in three hours I need to babysit" I said sighing.
"With your -" she didn't Finnish.
"Yeah- I just need to make sure they don't tear the house down, I'll probably sleep there as well" I said " and these eye drops are helpful"
"Oh" scarlet said, glancing at me, "well- I better get going then" she said handing me all my homework for the day,
"Thanks Scar" I said glancing wearily at the stack of papers on my bed.
Scarlet bid me goodbye one more time then headed off home. Something was up with her, she normally stayed over at my house until late.
I shrugged, ready to turn over and head back to my beautiful slumber when I heard footsteps,
"Wake up honey" my mother said, she rested a hand on my shoulder.
"No" I said shaking my head and trying to cover myself with the blankets but it wouldn't budge. My mother sat there, smiling evilly.
"Mom get off" I groaned, trying to pull her off but that became tiring because I was so weak. "Gosh, what did you eat this morning?"
"Oatmeal" my mother laughed, "get up, you need to take a shower and dress."
I sighed, realizing I wouldn't win this round. "fine"
She got off of my covers and I threw them aside, slowly getting to my slippers and shuffling like an old lady to my bathroom.
"hurry!" My mother yelled.
"I feel weak" I said to her turning around to stick my tongue out at her.
I took a long shower, letting the silky warm water wrap my body.
I sighed, not wanting to get out, the lazonges made my throat feel better, the antibiotics made my chest feel at ease and my coughing stop and my pink eye felt much better, the blurriness was still there a little and the itchiness was stopped by the eye drops. My eyes were still pink but it wasn't as bad as this morning.
I forced myself to get out, wrapping myself in a towel, u quickly lathered my body in lotion and headed to my cupboard. Choosing a simple black top with my favorite DMC hoodie and black and white lazy pants from cotton on. I grabbed my grey uggs and tied my hair up into a bun. I walked downstairs, where the whole latter were standing casually.
"Hey" my sister said to me. "How are you feeling?"
"Better" I told her honestly, my brothers didn't even notice me, they were to busy fighting about something and Lisa was tapping frantically on her phone.
The Fletcher's house wasn't far from ours, so it was a short walk and the weather wasn't bad.
I clutched my bag filled with all my medication and eavesdropped in Jack and Jakes conversation well argument about how Chocolate  ice cream is better than strawberry ice cream and visa versa. We finally a arrived and I rang the doorbell, feeling seriously tired. Maybe it was the Advil.
"Come in" Mrs Fletcher glowered at us.
"Hello" I smiled weakly and the rest bid their greetings.
"Well- the boys are somewhere in the house" she said, Mrs Fletcher looked pretty, she wore a loose black dress, her brown hair cascading down her back. This was really different from how she normally looked.
Bags under her eyes, hair a birds nest and reeking of burnt toast.
"Date night" she smiled warmly at my questionable look.
Mrs Fletcher had four sons, her husband was always busy with work but always made time once or twice a week to make sure that he took her out on date night.
It was sweet actually, and rather disturbing since she was expecting her fifth son in four months.
Six boys? I don't know how she would manage, three was torture, six would be suicide.
"Baby! We going to be late!" She yelled loudly, her husband rushed towards her smiling warmly at all of us.
"Hey guys" he said to us. "The boys are upstairs"
They bid us goodbye and promised to pay us when they got back.
Everyone went upstairs to look for the boys and I took the chance to head to the sofa and lie down, I felt my eyes dropping and pretty soon I fell a deep slumber.
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"Oh my gosh! What the hell is wrong with you? Stop putting spit balls in my head! God, I swear I'm not joking little boy! For freaking fu-"
"Language?" Magenta yelled interrupting  my brothers rant.
"Fudges sake! Why the hell are you painting the wall with your snot? That's not normal! Stop it" my brother ranted once again. I was sure he was mad because Jake, just like me had a temper when he got mad. The only difference is that it took him a while to get mad. It took me a few minutes.
I sighed, my head was sore and Jakes screaming didn't help.
Someone suddenly came down the stairs.
"Ahh you are up" Norman. The youngest of all of the children yelled, he rushed towards me and glanced wide eyed at my pink eyes.
"Your eyes are pink" he pointed out, sitting on the side of the couch.
"Yeah- I have -"I stopped when his pudgy little finger reached out and touched the corner of my eye.
"What are you doing?" I said closing my eye just in time.
"Poking your eye" he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Stop- it's contagious" I said, he ignored me, still trying to poke my eyes. 
"STOP SINGING YOU HORRIBLE CHILD! Your voice is horrible" Jakes voice boomed across the room. I heard loud giggles which sounded more like cackles.
Defiantly Jonathan, the second oldest, he really did think he had a shot at becoming a famous singer.
"Jake" Jack said trying to calm his brother down. Then I heard a sudden shout.
"What the hell?!" Someone screamed.
Poke
Poke
"Oh my gosh, stop it" I said swinging my legs over the couch and moving the little boy who couldn't leave my eyes alone. He frowned as I stood up and left him in the living room. I rushed to the sitting room where  Jack was glaring at the little boy with a bottle of mayo in his hands.
"I wanted to test if mayo really makes your hair soft" he said innocently looking up at Jack who was glaring daggers into poor innocent soul.
"I wanne KNOOWWWWW, what do you mean??? Hey we running out of time?! Ooh oh oh what do you mean" Jonathan sang.
"You! Shut up" I said to Jonathan. "You- put the mayo back. You stop painting the wall with your snot!! Lisa stop encouraging Jonathan, Jack go wash out your hair, Jake calm down before I make you" I yelled loudly over the chaos.
The whole room stopped, everyone stared at me blankly and I glared at them, it probably looked like I was half dead because of my pink eye but personally I thought it made me look more badass.
"Go go go!" I yelled loudly,
I was about to turn around when I heard a loud crash coming from the living room.
"It wasn't me!" Norman yelled from the other room.
I ran to that room, finding a vase on the floor with Norman, standing way to close to it. My phone was somewhere in the middle of the glass , with a cracked screen.
"Is it to late now to say sorrryyyyy" Jonathan sang.
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A/n
Lo'
Soooo.....another not proof read - lately written ( it's 1:25AM) chapter.
I'm sorry guys
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