FINALLY ITS FRICKING FRIDAY BOI!
Art credit goes to me.
You worked as a babysitter to get money. It was a well paying job. You took care of children ages 3-11. It was challenging sometimes but it payed pretty well. But, this one call.......(insert your ringtone). ANOTHER CALL! You sprinted to your phone and answered the call. "Hello?"
"Hi! I'm Grace! Um...I kinda need you to babysit my sons for about 4 hours?"
You didn't like the sound of this considering you haven't gotten much sleep last night because you spent your sweet time procrastinating. But, you didn't want to pass up an opportunity to earn money for a new sketchbook.
"Alright. When do you want to bring them over?"
"6:00 tonight."
"Ok, that will work."
"Alright! Have a good day."
"You too."
You hung up and went back to listening to music while sketching a picture of the sky outside. You liked to observe your surrounding to improve your skills. A few paintings of yours are in frames along your hallway for all your visitors to be impressed by. One of your best works was a painting of the night sky. The Stars were just the right size you wanted them and the colors were well blended together. It took you all yesterday to finish, explaining why you have such dark eye bags.
A quiet knock came from the door. You put everything away, excepting the kids to be coming over. You were right. At the door stands a pretty young lady with wavy, long dirty blond hair, holding the hands of her two sons. The boy to the right looked about 6 years old with dark green hair and pointy ears. The other boy on the left looked to be 5 years old with black hair, eye bags and black shorts. "Hi, you must be (y/n) then. Well, these are my boys, Dark and Anti." She clings onto their shoulders showing them off.
"I'll leave you to it! Oh! And their bedtimes are at 8:30." She informs you.
You nod. "Be good for the babysitter, boys!" She closes the door.
You awkwardly turn on your heels to face them, now standing behind you while looking at your self-painted canvas. "So, what do you boys wanna do?" You ask politely.
"Toys!" Anti shouts. Dark mumbles something inaudible almost sounding like kill. Weird....just like me! (•w•). You quickly run upstairs to your room and grab the dragon plushie and unicorn plushie sitting on your desk. "I have stuffed animals." You display the animals in front of Anti for him to chose. He quietly grabs both of them and runs off into the living room, giggling. You feel a smile form on your face.
You were bored and decided to take the boys to your childhood park. Most adults looked at you weird as you went down the biggest slide at the top of the playground. But, you didn't care. "WEEEEEEEEE!" Anti yelled while sitting on your lap. Dark sat on the swigs watching you both. "Come on, Darky!" Anti tried to pull his brother off of the swing. Dark mumbled something, making Anti leave him alone. "Oh well, he can do his own thing." You smiled. Anti ran around the playground with you as adults walking their dogs and pushing their children down the slide silently judged you. You just turned to them with a sassy look saying, 'What? Doesn't everyone age backwards?'
The rest of the night went smoothly, surprisingly. Dark was mostly quiet during the whole 5 hours, but warmed up to you. Anti seemed to have enjoyed your company too. They both fell asleep at 8:37. You were currently watching a new late night episode of our favorite show. Your eyes sting the longer you look at the bright screen. Dark silently approaches you.
"Dark! What are you doing up so late it's...." You look over at the clock. "12:04!" You exclaim. Dark stays silent and walks over to the couch sitting next to you. "Why haven't you been sleeping?" He asks. You rub your eyes. "Work gets the best of me." You chuckle. "Just sleep." You groan in response and turn back to the T.V. He places his small hand on your forehead. "Sleep." He states. You feel a little more drowsy and curl up into your burrito blanket. He smiles when you finally closed your eyes. "Goodnight," Dark whispers. The T.V turned off.
"You're my favorite babysitter."
