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."