Jared Gilmore Imagines

Babysitting Drama | J.G./H.M.

Synopsis: The reader has to babysit her younger cousin.

Y/N

The previous day, my boyfriend ended our relationship, every part of it is now over.

Yeah I know, what kind of way to start a story is this. A terrible one let me tell you.

I've spent the last few hours doing every single thing a girl does when they're on stage 1 of a break up.

Tissues are all over the room, it messier than ever. My hair is all over the place and the bags under my eyes have probably only gotten worse.

I heard the door creak before it opened, revealing my mother standing with a concerned expression on her face.

"Y/N?" I heard her voice say, so gentle that it seemed that she was afraid I was going to break into tiny pieces.

"Yeah?" I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, with the purpose of making it seem like I was never crying, but of course that would've never worked if you saw how red and puffy my eyes looked due to the previous events.

"I just wanted to see if you're still up for babysitting later at night?"

"Yeah yeah, I totally forgot." I nodded  recomposing myself and drying my face with a clean tissue.

"If you're not feeling well you can always cancel you know?" she advised

"No it's okay. I'll do it."

"Okay then. I'm going to work about now so call me if anything happens." she said before walking over and kissing my forehead. "I love you." she said after that small gesture.

"Love you too mom."

The day went faster than I expected it to. It mainly just consisted of me laying on top of the couch, in front of the TV with snacks all around me. Don't give me that look, we've all done it.

Soon, the clock read 6'o clock and I stood up from my spot, turning the TV off before walking up to my room.

Once I got there, I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of black joggers and a white cropped shirt paired with an oversized cardigan. Last but not least, shoes, I went through my closet looking for the perfect pair. I reached forward and grabbed the pair of white vans (A/N: Don't even) and slipped them on.

I went back to my bathroom where I blow-dried my hair and threw it into a high ponytail. I decided not to go with makeup today, chances are 70% I'll start tearing up and the only people that are going to see me are my uncle, aunt and little cousin.

Before leaving, I grabbed my phone, checking the time before putting it in my pocket and heading out the door.

I walked for about 10-15 minutes, observing everything and everyone around me. What almost made me tear up were the couples doing all these cute stuff that reminded me of him.

I reached the front door of the house and rang the doorbell once. Almost immediately, Adrianne, my 8 year old cousin, excitedly opened the door, giving me a big and long hug before letting me in.

By now you probably know the drill. Parents leave after giving you instructions, entertain the girl, feed her, play with her and put her to sleep.

We were currently on the couch having our dinner. After I finished I put my plate of the small, round table in front of us, Adrianne doing the same when she was done.

We made little conversation before she asked for my phone. I reached into my pocket and gave it to her, already knowing what she was going to do with it.

For the last 7 minutes, she played around with it while I looked at the cartoon in front of me.

"This is so cute." I heard her squeal before putting the phone in my face. Since it was so close, I pushed her hand a little bit back before being able to see what she was looking at: a picture of the both of us together, he was giving me a piggy ride, we both had huge smiles on our faces. I remember that day clearly, as if it was yesterday.

I felt something wet hit my palm before realizing I was tearing up. I blinked way too many times, trying to stop the tears from falling, this time, it being successful.

"Hey what's wrong?" Adrianne asked me, her cute smile turning into a frown.

"It's just that we're not together anymore. We um, we broke up a few days ago." I explained, not even trying to come up with a lie, knowing that she could see right through it.

"I'm so sorry." she quickly said.

"No, it's okay. It's not your fault." I said before wiping my eyes dry.

"It's not yours either." she spoke.

"I don't even know anymore." I said truthfully.

Few minutes passed, a deep silence overpowered the room.

"Why does it hurt so much?" I heard her tiny voice say, just like my mom's, sounding scared that I was going to break down.

I smiled softly at her innocence before coming up with the realest answer possible. "Because it was real." I let out a soft cry before I felt her small arms wrap around my figure. We stayed like that for a while longer before pulling away.

For the rest of the night, that topic was never touched, not even a slight word about it was let out.

I guess it's part of life, going through hard patches, that even though they can be real hard to get out of, you'll end up learning from those rough moments with a smile on your face, praising yourself for being so strong.

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Author's Note: I have fever + I've been coughing a lot. I want to thank my incredible friend for making me sick, you're the best.

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