*Aurora's POV*
I left the house, and walked briskly down to the library. I looked around for a bit to find the perfect book. I found three books, 'Scars Don't Fade', 'Camouflage' and 'Connie'. They seem interesting. I walked to the librarian.
"Hey, book boy.", I greeted him. I have history with this guy. His real name is Michael.
"Hey..........................um, gorgeous girl?", he said, not quite sure of what to say. I blushed a bit, but I should be used to this, because he usually compliments me every time I see him.
"I see you changed your hair. Anyways, I would like to check these books out.", he blushed. AAWW! He's so cute when he blushes. He checked the books out.
"Bye, book boy.", I said, as I turned around. He said goodbye, but he sounded so nervous. Did I do that? Oops.
I left the house at about 10 AM, and now it's 10:39. Since this babysitter is practically living with us now, I want to stay on his good side. I have 21 minutes to do whatever, so I'm going to my favorite juice place. JOE'S JUICES. I ordered a cup of misty mango juice. So delicious.
I walked back to the house, kind of sad that I was bound to go back. I reached on time. 10:58 AM. Walking into the house, I see George playing UNO with Zayn. It seemed like it was going well. What the hell! When I try to play with him, he ends up cheating and dissing me. This newbie baby sitter comes in, and they're best buds. Pals. Bros.
I was about to go to my room and rant, but Zayn interrupted my journey.
"Do you want to play with us?", he asked. Should I say yes? I should at least try to be nice, right?
"Um, yeah sure.", I answered. This shouldn't be too bad.
-----30 MINUTES LATER-----
WTF! GEORGE MADE ME ADD OVER 30 CARDS TO MY HAND IN THE PAST 5 MINUTES!! HOW? IT'S OFFICIAL! HE DOESN'T LIKE ME! I can live with that! The only up-side to the past half hour is Zayn. Turns out, he isn't all that bad. Oh, look! George just reversed the game, and then made me pick up eight cards. I'm done.
"Okay, how about we play a different game?", I asked hoping that we could play Jenga. When it comes to Jenga, I a boss.
So that's what we did.
When I pulled a piece out, the whole thing fell down. George, obviously pissed beyond measure, grabbed a piece, and threw it full force, right at my nose. That kid got aim! My nose started bleeding, so he got up and ran away.
"Little fucker.", I mumbled under my breath. I looked up at Zayn for a second, and his eyes were red. I'm probably just hallucinating, or finally going insane.
After cleaning my face, I came back down stairs, and decided to watch T.V. I instantly switched the T.V to Disney channel, and Star vs. The Forces Of Evil was showing. Score!!
Half way through the show, Zayn walks into the living room.
"George has to go to his swimming class, so we're leaving in about thirty minutes."
"Do I have to come?"
"Yes. Your mom said I shouldn't leave you hear alone."
Ugh! I forgot about that. I went up to my bed room to get my headphones, a book, and my bag. When I came back down stairs, I saw a 6 year old devil spawn staring at me, and Zayn staring at the devil spawn.
"I'm sorry for spraying you with mustard and ketchup,", he paused, as I crossed my arms over my chest, showing him I was still mad, "And for giving you a nose bleed." He spoke slowly, and reluctantly. Zayn must've told him to apologize.
I walked up to him slowly, wanting to look intimidating. When I was in front of him, I stole a glance at Zayn, showed him my smirk, then stooped to George's level. I wanted to mess with him, but I think I should just calm down.
"Okay, apology accepted, but you have to be nicer to me from now on.", I said, trying to enjoy his sweetness while it lasts. He nodded and smiled at me.
Wow, that was weird, but Imma just roll with it.
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