Babysitting My Ex's Kids [Jelena/Justlena]

Babysitting My Ex's Kids {Prologue} [Jelena/Justlena]

This is not my story but a girl called Laura. She's an amazing writer and just.. She's just awesome :)

{Selena's P.O.V.}

New York. Weather you read that name in books or see it on TV it seems like perfect city, city of dreams. Promise land. You know, city lights, liberty statue and simply that unexplanable shine NY flashes with.

Well, I'm afraid I have to dissapoint you. Because, in real life, New York is kind of city like any other; people still have to work their butts off to deserve enough money for living. Or at least most of them.

Unfortunatelly, I didn't know that few months ago when I just, out of the blue, decited to head to New York. I finished my college and I just wanted to see the world, you know? And, what city is better than Big Apple. So, just a month after gratuation, I rented a small, yet comfy, appartment near the center and bought plain ticket over the Internet.

All I could feel these days before moving was pure excitment and expectations. And, even if leaving mom and dad was hard, I knew that it's my time to head off, out of the home at last. Most of students in US move away from home to go to college but I wasn't one of those. I stayed at home and got into middle-good university. Not that I regret it but maybe I would be more independent if I did differently.

Anyways, here I am now. In New York, looking for a job so I can provide that appartment of mine because I don't think that living on the streets or on the bench in park is real glamorous option. Still, it seemed like I don't have enough qualifications for any of the jobs I appied on because I had no luck yet. Still, hope dies last, right? And, asking parents' for money isn't an option. They've done enough for me already.

So, that September Sunday morning, I was looking at the adverts in the newspaper and one of them caught my eye. The one where they asked for babysitter age 21 to 35. Quickly, I dialled the number that was written next to the ad, waiting for somebody to pick up.

"Hello?" I heard a soft, womans voice on the other line.

"Hello. My name is Selena Gomez. I am calling about the babysitter job!" I said, trying to sound as sweet as it goes.

"Oh. Well, miss Gomez, could you come on a quick interview tomorrow?" she asked me.

"Sure!" I enthusiasticlly said, writing down the adress.