The Babysitter (frerard)

Chapter 1: Too Much Apologies

Frank's POV:

I walked through the aisle, looking for bread. Yes, bread!

 My mother made me go grocery shopping, when I should be at a concert. But she doesn't need to know that. It's 5:43 PM and I need to find a way to escape to go to that concert. I still had very much time left to think.

I finally found bread. I looked at the white crumbled list filled with food we need: Milk, juice, mayonnaise, and bread. I checked every one on the list, including the bread. I placed the wheaten bread in the basket I was holding. I walked my way to the cashier, not paying attention. BUMP!

I fell on the floor.

"Shit!" I yelled out. The pain hurting on my ass and because the groceries all fell out of the basket.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry." A voice apologized. I looked up and I see a tall man, probably the same age as me. He had shaggy black hair, pieces falling on his face. And what I noticed the most is he has beautiful eyes. Green eyes with a tint of brown: hazel eyes. I shook my thoughts away, pulling myself back to reality. I stood up and brushed my pants.

"It's fine. Accidents happen." I say. I bent down, grabbing the basket and the groceries. A couple of them rolled around on the floor. As I was picking them up the same guy helped me. He looked at me and smiled. He has small straight teeth and it's adorable. I stood back up and placed the groceries inside the basket and the guy did the same, too. "Thanks for the help."

"No need to thank me. And I'm sorry." He apologized again and pushed the locks of hair behind his ear. He looked down at the ground, trying not to make eye contact. His hands were shoved in his pockets. Strands of hair falling on his face again. He's wearing a jeans jacket with a band shirt I couldn't quite recognize. Also with black ripped jeans.

"It's fine, really. No need to worry." I assured him with a smile.

I gripped on the basket, thinking it'll drop again. The guy looked up and smiled at me. Those small teeth, it just makes him adorable. He has long lashes that brings up his hazel eyes. Making it look bright and beautiful. But in his eyes, it just didn't look happy. He looks like he's in trouble. He's sad.

"Well, I better get going." He spoke after seconds of silence. I snapped out of my thoughts, processing the words the stranger has spoken.

"Oh yeah. I better go, too." I say. We both waved at each other and he walked off. I kept looking back at him till his figure disappears. I finally made my way to the cashier. I set the groceries on the conveyor belt and they roll to the cashier. I patiently waited so I can pay. After time, the cashier rang up my items and I paid them with my mother's money she gave me before I left.

"Thank you for coming. Have a nice night." The cashier told me.

I put the groceries in the backseat of my car. I went around the car and sat in the driver's seat and drove off home.

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I stood in the middle of my room with my guitar, Pansy. I played a couple of songs until I heard my mother calling me. I went downstairs and approached my mom, who's in the kitchen.

"Yeah, mom?" I replied, making sure I don't have that sarcastic tone in my voice. It happened before, I said something to my mom and it came off sarcastic. Then, she gave me a lecture, yelled at me, grounded me, and send me off to my room. The usual.

"You're going to be babysitting Mikey at the Way's household." She said, not looking at me.

"That's cool, I guess. How old is Mikey?" I ask.