The 'Teenage-Sitter' (Lashton)

Chapter 1: "A Nanny?"

(Ashton POV)

My 7:00am alarm wakes me up like its usual routine, reminding me about my day that's filled with job hunting. I just wish I could find a job with good pay to help me get onto my feet. I currently live in Sydney, have been all my life. Yes that's right, 'All My Life'. See how lame I've been the past 21 years. Yes I'm 21 years old, and no, I don't live with my parents, thank god at least there's one good thing about my pathetic life. No, my parents died in a car crash 11 years ago. It's okay, I've moved on from grieving. I'm fine. Well, that's until we get into my love life. Or 'love-no-life'. I don't have a love life, never have and most likely never will. My friend, Michael, keeps telling me to never give up, but since when do I ever listen to Michaels advice. He is sort of a 'know it all' that doesn't actually know it all. In fact he knows nothing. I love him though, he's my best (and only) friend. Oh, and he's my room mate too, which is awesome because it means we can eat pizza all the time. Anyway, back to what I was saying, this is the part where I find the energy to go out and keep looking for jobs. Let's do this...

(A few hours later)

I run inside to find Michael laying on the couch watching Titanic and eating popcorn. It's the part where Rose realises Jack froze to death because he was too stupid to find a floating piece of wood nearby so they would survive and be together forever. Great, now I'm crying. Lucky Michael had a box of tissues next to him so I could grab a few. That's if he didn't use them all by now. You should see the coffee table. There's Mount Everest made from tissues in my living room. Bloody Michael, this is why he's banned from sad movies. You should've seen him in Van Helsing, he cried when Princess Anna died. Maybe it was just because she was played by Kate Beckinsale. God she's a brilliant actress. Anyway, Michael turns to me with tears in his eyes and confusion on his face.

"What are you doing back so soon? You're supposed to be job hunting!"

He asks as he picks up another tissue and wipes his tears.

"I've found a job, a quite good one at that!"

I say as I hand him the advertisement in the newspaper.

"A Nanny? Seriously?"

Michael asked as he stood up and headed to the kitchen still reading the article.

"A flexible nanny, either male or female, to take care of our son. Stay in home work, full time, with a payment of $350 a day. Please contact us at 060-555-0176. Ask for the Hemmings. We would love to hear from you..."

Michael stopped in his tracks and looked up at me.

"What?"

I questioned as he placed the paper down on the counter.

"This is in America Ash, that's what!"

"So what! I can move to America, it's not that bad."

I say, trying to convince Michael on how much I need this opportunity. He just stared there, with a blank look on his face.

"Besides, I've already contacted the family, and they agreed to letting me be their nanny, or manny, or whatever you call it. I believe those 4 years in Childcare class payed off. They took one look at my report cards and yeah, I'm hired..."

"Whatever man, if you want this, then I'm not stopping ya!" Michael said as he walked to his room. Only to come back out a second later with a suitcase in his hand.

"I'm not stopping ya, but I am coming with ya!" He continued with a grin on his face.

Oh hell no. No way is Michael coming with me to America. For one, he hates planes, and two, when he gets scared, he gets annoyingly childish. I won't be able to survive 30 hours on a plane with him, especially without having the urge to throw him out over the Atlantic. So you can see why letting him go with me is a bad idea. I mean, I love him, he just gets on my final nerves at times, and I'm fire I get on his too. But he's worse. He just gets over excited and since we're going to Beverly Hills, he's going to probably find a way of getting us arrested. I'd be surprised if we even make it on the plane. I'm not trying to sound mean. Now I'm feeling bad. Great, I just realised I've been standing here for ages contemplating him coming with me, oblivious to the look he's been giving me. Of course it's the puppy dog eyes. He's always doing those puppy dog eyes. It's so unfair. He looks so cute when he does it.

"Ugh, alright. You can come!" I give in to the puppy dog eyes, as usual.

Look at his expression. He's so happy. And I feel better that I'm the one who made him feel like that. Oh no! Now I'm a victim of a 'Michael Hug'. You better call the Hemmings and let them know I've just been suffocated by my best friend. Aww, and I was looking forward to moving to America. I'm not being Melo dramatic, Michael gives really tight hugs and it leaves you breathless, and not in a good way. You know how you do up a tie and it becomes really tight? That's how Michaels hugs are. Although, he gives the warmest hugs ever, even if they are deadly. He means well though, he is companionate when he wants to be, which is pretty much always. So the murderous hugs are just one of his flaws. And Michael has a lot of flaws. For example, when we get a pizza, he always gets like 4 slices at a time. I swear we order at least 3 whole pizzas, me only eating 4-5 slices. Ah well, he knows how to eat.

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So, we are at the airport and Michael is freaking out. I told you it would happen. God he's being a pain. Oh, I can bribe him with food. Yes I'm going to do that. What should we eat? Italian, Chinese, Japanese, kFC, Oporto, McDonalds? Oh my god there's so much to chose from. I turn to where Michael should be and I see a young girl. What the hell? I look around and there he is... At Domino's Pizza. Like isn't he sick of pizza yet? Clearly not. I'm thinking I should have Japanese. I like Te noodles they cook. I think there called Udon? I'm not sure. But I feel like that. First we need to find a table, and since Michael had already bought his meal, he can watch the bags. I'm so excited, we are going to America. How cool is that? I mean, I will betting paid so much to take care of some kid, and eventually have enough money to buy my own house in Beverly Hills. It's always been a dream of mine, to be rich and live in Beverly Hills. Now I can finally live the dream!

(Close to boarding time)

"Where's the bin? We need to go!" I say in a hurry to get up, impatiently waiting for Michael.

"Chill dude, we still have..." He reaches in his pocket for his phone and checks the time. "...10 minutes!" He finished as he stood up (ever so slowly).

"Yes, but we need to find our gate number and I have no idea where it is. Do you?" I state while looking at him.

The blank expression he wore on his face answered my question almost immediately.

"Didn't think so, let's go!" I responded as we hurried out of the food court and started following the signs.

Finally we reached our destination and we see a small line of people starting to form over at Gate 12. That's us! Oh my god I'm so excited. Oh I'm like jolting in happiness. I turn to my side and see Michael trembling in fear. I grab his arm so he looks at me.

"It'll be fine, we will get there in no time." I reassured him as we made it to the front of the line. Both Michael and I handed our tickets to the lady, then she gave a slight nod along with a wink to me and said to go ahead. I found it amusing because I'm not even into woman. Yes, that's right. I'm gay. And proud of it. It's surprising because no one ever suspects it. They suspect it from Michael but not from me. Oh, and yes, Michael is gay too. No we haven't dated, nor we never will because we have the best friendship and we don't want to ruin that by dating. That's what he wants too so it's cool. You know what? I'm surprised with Michael. He hasn't been clumsy all day...

"OUCH... THAT KIND OF HURT!" Well I spoke too soon. The clutz just tripped over his own foot. I swear he should be on Australia's Funniest Home Videos. He would go viral.

We are finally seated on the plane and we are about to take off. Michael is practically crying on my shoulder because he's so scared. But other than that, this new life can't get any worse...