The Babysitter~ E.D.

Chp. 1

Ciara's P.O.V.

My name is Ciara Watterson, and you could call me the typical basic american teenager. I'm 16, I'm live in L.A., and I have brown hair with blue eyes. I'm obsessed with twitter, tumblr, Instagram, etc. and I love Starbucks. I have a sister named Sophie.

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I was woken up by my mom yelling my name. I rolled my eyes and sat up, eventually stomping downstairs to see her and my dad with suitcases around them.

"What's going on?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

My mom sighed.
"We're taking an unexpected business trip."

I raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, okay. How long will you be gone?"

She turned to my father and bit her lip.
"A month.."

I gasped.
"What do you mean a month!?"

"Its a lot to explain, Ciara, we just have to do this for work."

I stayed silent.

"Anyways..I got you and Sophie babysitter." She continued.

"Woah. A what!?"

"Just a responsible person to stay here and watch over you guys while we're gone."

I scoffed.
"How come I can't just watch Sophie?"

"We just don't think..your capable..after last time..we just can't...let you babysit."

"That was last time." I mumbled.

They both sighed.
"The babysitters name is Ethan. He'll be coming over around 3. He'll be staying here while we're gone."

"So there's gonna be a random guy in the house with your two daughters. That makes sense."

My mom rolled her eyes.
"He's a son of my friend. He's very responsible and trustworthy. He wouldn't hurt you guys. The only reason he's staying is because we live far away from where he lives."

I rolled my eyes and nodded. Me and Sophie gave them both hugs and they soon left. I went back upstairs to get ready.

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I tied my hair up in a bun and walked back downstairs. Just in time to hear the doorbell. I sighed and opened it.

Ethan's P.O.V.

I knocked on the door where I was supposed to babysit and a girl opened it. She was honestly beautiful. From her bright blue eyes, to her full lips, then her body figure.

She gave me a small smile.
"You must be Ethan..right?"

I nodded.
"Uh, yeah. You must be Sophie?"

She shook her head.
"Nope. I'm Ciara."

"That's a pretty name."

"I know."

I cleared my throat.
"You look a little old for a babysitter.."

"My parents think I'm an irresponsible, forgetful, 16 yr old, who they don't trust. That's why they got you."

I nodded.
"Well, can I come in?"

She smiled and nodded.
"Sure."