The Babysitter

Chapter #4: Waffles!

My blob, how do I...? Hm, is it this way? Got it! ...Nope, I don't. How on earth am I going to change her diaper if I have never changed one? Should I call him? No. I can do this. Oh no, she's squirming... Yeah, I can't do this, I'm calling him.

"CANYON!!!" I said very loud. Inhale, exhale, inhale,exhale. There, I'm breathing, for now, at least.

"Stan, I told you, my name is Kindle. Wow, it stinks in here! Please tell me that's not why you called me up here," he said, hovering his hand over his noise and looking quite annoyed at me.

"And I told you, my name is Stanley. So I guess we're both wrong... I don't know how to change a diaper, that's why I called you," I said very shyly, crossing my hands to my chest and looking down to the floor.

What can I say? I was embarrassed for not knowing how to change a diaper. Well, then again, I am the only child, so how am I supposed to know how to change a diaper? It's not like I changed my own diaper.

"Step aside," he said, pushing me away from the counter, bed, changer place thingy where the baby laid, smiling and moving her legs all around as if she enjoyed us suffering.

"No offense or anything, but shouldn't she be learning how to use the bathroom by now?" I asked, a bit disturbed by the fact that he keeps pushing me for no reason.

I have a feeling he doesn't like me.

"My parents aren't around that much... You know what, I don't have to tell you anything. You won't understand," he said, changing moods from sad to angry.

Ugh. What is wrong with this guy? What did I ever do to him?

"Really? You think I wouldn't understand? My dad died and my mom is on the verge of leaving this world! Not to mention, I only have one person who willingly talks to me, and he is the one who takes care of my mom. And you think I don't understand how you feel of not having your parents around?" I said, a bit bothered by the fact that he thought I wouldn't understand. I lost my father for the love of Pete.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just-" he started, but was interrupted by Claire's stomach growling.

"There you go, nice and clean. Come on, we got to get you some food," he said in a baby voice and lifted her up to carry her, completely forgetting our conversation.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Canyon asked, freaked out.

"Why do you talk to her like that? It sounds weird," I said.

In all honesty, my parents never talked to me in a baby voice and I've never heard anyone talk in a baby voice.

"What do you mean? I didn't talk in any other way. And don't you think we should hurry? It's getting late and mom doesn't like it when we're late," he said, walking towards the door very fast with Claire in his hands, ignoring my question.

Hm... Yup, I definitely think he doesn't like me. Oh well, it's not like I care. Oh wait, I should care. I'm his babysitter.

We headed downstairs and a whiff of waffles went through my nose, making my stomach growl. I guess that granola bar wasn't enough. When we got to the bottom of the staircase, I saw Kile putting his shoes on.

"What up man, how've you been?" I asked, ruffling Kile's hair and also receiving a pair of black eyes rolling at me as if I did something wrong.

"Hey. Sorry I didn't say bye yesterday. It's just that I fell asleep, and sorry that I didn't show you how it works around here," Kile apologized in a very sincere voice.

"Oh, look at that. Little chump lost his geek language," Canyon said laughing to himself.

What? Did he insult his brother in front of a five year old? This... this.... monster!

"Don't worry. Eaton here showed me how it works around here," I said loud enough for Eaton Canyon to hear.

Well enough, he death glared me and left to the kitchen with Claire.

"Thanks. That was a good one," Kile said with a grin.

"No problem. Now, let's go to the kitchen before your brother murders me for not serving the cereal," I said.

Both of us walked towards the kitchen. The kitchen looked very humble. The walls were painted yellow and the cabinets were made of polished wood. Different types of flowers hung on the sides of the walls and in the center, pans hung over the table.

I noticed a little boy cooking that looked almost identical to Mr. Candle, but this boy had a chef hat and looked way younger and less grumpy. He then noticed me and came to my direction.

"Hi, I'm Simothey and this is Shelley. She's not much of a talker. Would you like a waffle? I made them myself," Simothey said, pointing to a little girl covering her face with her light brown hair, eating one of Simothey's waffles at the table. Then, Simothey offered me a plate with a delicious looking waffle.

Wait, didn't Canyon tell me to serve them cereal? Did he want me to do that before Simothey got up to show a bad impression of me to him and make it seem that I didn't want the food he made? That snake. Sorry snakes, I'm insulting you. I looked towards Canyon and he looked all innocent, feeding Claire waffles.

"Um, yeah, why not? My name is Stanley Georgia. You did this? Umf... mmm... This tastes sho good. How old are you? I'm 16 and I can barely make a sandwich," I said, putting pieces of waffle in my mouth.

I couldn't stop putting the pieces of waffle in my mouth it tasted so good. I sat down on the table next to Shelley. It sounded as if she was giggling but I wasn't sure because I couldn't see her face. I just saw her body slightly move up and down.

"I'm ten years old," said Simothey, looking very proud, giving me a smile.

"I can't believe a ten year-old knows how to cook better than you, Stan. I got to go get ready. Clean up Claire and get everyone to the car," Canyon said as if he didn't insult me.

Did he just command me to do stuff? He was almost out of the kitchen when someone unexpectedly defended me.

"At least she is being herself. Not like you being all tough all day, but crying yourself to sleep at night. You don't let me sleep," Shelley said, lifting her face up and facing Canyon.

I then realized that Canyon looked pained for a split second, but left before I was certain. Suddenly, I felt guilty. I have no right coming to this family and being a douche bag to anyone without knowing them. I sighed and got up to clean up Claire.

"You know, he can get into big trouble for talking to you like that,"said Shelley, looking at me clean the syrup around Claire's face.

"Listen, you guys. I know some tragedy happened to your family, and it's none of my business, but don't pay attention to Canyon. He's just upset, that's all. He doesn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings," I tiredly said.

All I wanted to do was sleep more, but I still had school. I finished cleaning up Claire and recruited everyone to the car. I was about to leave when I realized I didn't know where to go, and I left a child behind. Darn, it's my first day and I already left a child. Oh, never mind. He's coming.

"Thanks for telling me we were leaving," he said, opening the passenger door to the right of me.

"You are welcome. Um, I'm sorry but I'm uncomfortable with a child sitting in the passenger seat," I said. The last time I was in the car, I was with my dad, and seeing this guy made me extremely uncomfortable.

"You know, any other girl would want me to be near them and yet, you're complaining that I'm in the passenger seat," Canyon said buckling his seat belt and looking at me very cocky.

I bet he heard me, that I was going to cut him some slack, but, oh, this is going to be so hard.

"Alright. Where first?" I asked, turning on the ignition to the car.

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A/N- Hey... Um this isn't edited and has a lot of grammar mistakes but I said I was going to post a chapter so yeah.

-RM