Waves

1.

I sat down in the sand, my pants were rolled up to my knees and my legs were layed out in front of me. The calm ocean waves lapped up to my calves before disappearing, only to come back and then disappear again. I loved the ocean. The waves especially. I was deep in thought when my phone went off, scaring the shit out of me. Immediately, I was aggravated. Evelina knew that from five o'clock to seven o'clock on Saturdays was my thinking time. Huffing out a sigh, I fished my phone out of my bag. Instinctively going to answer it, I stopped when my eyes glanced the screen. "Shit," I muttered, quickly getting up. I brushed the sand off my legs and pulled my pant legs back down, grabbed my bag and ran towards my car.

Good job, Emma. Just great, be late on your first day of your newest family.

Okay, in case you're confused, let me clarify this a bit. I babysit. I normally only have my specific families, but today there's a new one. The family isn't new in town, Mrs. Newman told me that her own child (and usual babysitter) now needs their own babysitter. My first assumption was she had a daughter my age, left to babysit and got caught sneaking out to a party.

I tossed my bag in the backseat and quickly got into the drivers, starting my 2009 Honda Accord. I swiftly pulled onto the road and played a CD. Angels by The xx played through the speakers and I smiled to myself. Evelina was always making me mixed CD's, and this so happened to be her favorite song. I hummed along with the calming beat as I pulled into a long driveway that led me to an enormous house.

Wait. I automatically listened to the command I gave myself and stopped the car, pulling out my phone to double check if I even had the correct address. Why would someone who owns a house this size bother to hire a babysitter? Don't the rich have nanny's or something? I was totally confused when the address on my phone matched up with the one on the house. I slowly pulled my car up beside a black Lincoln, parked, and got out.

Grabbing my bag, I slowly made my way up to the houses front door. There wasn't a huge front lawn, but it had a large driveway made of stone that led to a circular drive-around with a fountain in the center of it. The entire house seemed to be made out of stone, with a gorgeous entryway that led to the front door. Just from the outside, you can see there's two chimneys. It looked so peaceful. I could have stood outside for days, listening to the rush of the fountain water and just gazing at the house. 

I went up the two small steps and walked towards the glass door, finding the doorbell and pushing the button once. The soft ding-dong of the bell rang, and I heard a dog bark.

"Hunter, hush!" A gorgeous woman with long, blond hair yelled as she came towards the door. She had on a white button up shirt, neatly tucked into a navy blue pencil skirt. Her blonde hair was perfectly put up into a high ponytail, and it still reached her waist. Her brown eyes almost lit up when she saw me. 

"Come in, come in! You must be Emma, right?" When I nodded my head, she gracefully opened up the glass door, waving me inside. "Thank you so much, again. I'm so sorry it's short notice, I'm so thankful." She ushered me to follow her as she grabbed her things. "I should be back around ten, ten thirty. Eleven latest. The kids are upstairs." She paused, "KIDS, THE BABYSITTER IS HERE!" She turned back to me. "Dinner is in the oven, the timer should go off in a half hour. There's emergency numbers on the fridge, my cell is highlighted. Help yourself to any food or snacks! Make yourself at home sweetie." 

And before I could even say anything in response, she was out the door. I dumbly stood at the door, watching her get into her black Lincoln and drive away. "Okay then. . ."

Well, this should be fun. I have literally no knowledge of her children. I was suddenly very nervous. What if her children were my age? Would they know me? I didn't know any Newman's in our school. Would they be mean? My mind was suddenly racing with negative thoughts.

Emma, calm down, you're fine. You will be okay. Just breathe. Think of happy things. Like food, yea, food. Yummy pizza, and chips, and pasta. Cake, strawberries. Mmmm, food.

I found myself wandering around her house, but avoiding the upstairs. It was a beautiful house, I felt like I just walked into a picture from those Home and Garden magazines.

My thoughts were stopped when I heard laughter and heavy footsteps, then a pause, following by some crying and a muffled "shit".

"Alana, chickens okay." Is what I heard. Or at least I think that's what I heard. But seeing a child was crying, I'm pretty positive I misheard. I quickly found the stairs when the crying didn't stop after the other person told Alana that the chickens were okay. I quietly peeked my head around the corner of the stairway to see a teenage boy sitting on the floor with a little girl in his lap. She had tears running down her face, and was holding a spot on her leg.

"Alana, stop crying. Please? You're fine, you just fell, it's just a scratch. Look, Landon has one too." He pointing to a spot on his arm, "see? We match." Slowly, the little girl stopped crying, and Landon wiped her tears away.

I was watching with utter fascination. Not only was this guy hot as fuck, he was sweet with his sister, too. I think I was staring at him instead of the scene as a whole, because he cleared his throat and I found his eyes locked on mine. "Can I ask who you are?"

Fuck. "Oh, um. . . yeah, I'm your babysitter. . .?" It came out more as a question than an answer. I probably looked stupid as hell.

He cocked his head, his eyebrows knitting together. "My babysitter? You're too hot to be a babysitter."

Okay, wait. What did looks have to with being a babysitter? Did he want me to be ugly? Wait, did he just call me hot? 

I just stared at him, my mouth open. "Umm. . . Yes and no? Wait. I mean, yes I'm your babysitter. . . but no I'm not too hot? I'm not even hot? I'm kind of cold?" I felt my face warm up, and I mentally cussed myself. "Okay, I'm going to stop talking now." Quickly, I turned around and went back down the stairs to find the kitchen and check on dinner.

I put on oven mitts and removed the chicken casserole, setting it on the table, then I searched for the silverware and plates.

"Looking for something?" I had to suppress a scream when I heard the voice behind me. Turning around, I made sure little Alana wasn't around before I spoke.

"Don't do that!" I whisper-yelled. "You scared the shit out of me!"

He chuckled, a playful smile on his lips. "I'm glad you found that funny. Now, can you please tell me where your plates and silverware is located? Because we can't eat without those things. They are a necessity. We could just eat on the table itself, but that would dirty it. And I'm not sure where the soap is located either, and you can't clean without so--" He shut me up. He literally put his hand over my mouth.

"Do you do that when you're nervous? Ramble on like that?" He still had that smile on his lips, and I could feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks.

I didn't even reply, I just took in his features. He had gorgeous grey eyes. They were all grey until you reached closest to the pupil, then they turned a light blue. His skin looked naturally tan, like he'd been out in the sun his whole life and obtained the permanent color. He had brown hair that looked messy, but in a good way. 

"Oh, that's right. You can't answer with my hand over your mouth. You're cute when you blush. The plates are in that cabinet, and the silverware is right below it in that drawer." And with that, he walked right past me to the table.

Emma, I silently warned myself, whatever you do, do not fall for him. 

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A/N Okay, hello guys.. I hope you liked it? Landon is on the side. Yes, I know the chapter is short. Most of mine will be, but that just means more chapters! Please give me feedback and share with your friends :$