Chasing the Babysitter

1- An Emotional Little...

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Just a note that while I'm sure you can read this without reading The Untold Story of a Babysitter it would make more sense if you read the previous book, so you don't get confused or anything with the references made. Other than that enjoy!!

Mickey POV

The sun's rays beat down against my wet chest as I lay back in my beach chair. The sunlight feels extremely warm against my skin and I take that as my cue to put sunscreen on. I dig through my backpack pulling out the sunscreen and giving it a squeeze to release the cool lotion. I spread it lavishly as Tony comes running toward me from the ocean.

His brown hair looks darker because of the water dampening it and his hair clings to his head. He heads toward me and sits in the chair beside me, his weight causing it to creak underneath him. "Dude why'd you leave?"

I look back to the water where a cluster of teenagers--mostly girls--are playing and laughing. A blonde girl with deep green eyes, looks over at us and smiles, motioning us to come back and join them. I shake my head before returning back to Tony. I shrug. "I don't know. I wasn't feeling it anymore."

While patting his arms with a towel, Tony responds. "What? Those girls were all over you."

"They were all over you too," I reply.

"But you know I don't swing that way."

I shrug. "I don't know. All their flirting was kind of getting annoying."

Tony gasps overdramatically. "No way. Did Michael Armetta just say he didn't like the attention from all the females?"

"I just thought their attention was really annoying."

Tony scoffs before reaching down to grab the sunscreen bottle. "You've gotten with worse."

"True. I guess I'm just growing out of my tolerance."

"Or you're still not over Kai," states Tony. 

I'm unsure of what to say next. I didn't think it was that obvious. Tony hasn't really mentioned her leaving or how that may have affected me before. So I've been thinking I've been doing a pretty good job of getting over her--or seeming to get over her. 

"Mhhm," begins Tony when I remain silent, "that's what I thought."

"It's only been three weeks," I protest in an attempt to save face. I've never been one to get hung up on a girl, so what this right here is weird.

Kai leaving has created this awkward gap in my everyday life. Seeing her, making fun of her, all that stuff became a part of my week. And on the weekends she had off, I didn't mind because I knew she'd be right back in my living room the following week. But shit like that doesn't last forever. 

"Three more weeks than you take to get over other girls," reminds Tony.

I sigh. "I know man. I don't know what's up with me."

"I do," he says, "you liked her a lot but you didn't get the chance--or take the chance--to see where it could go. Now you feel incomplete."

I huff in annoyance but Tony's completely right. "Thank you Doctor Phil."

"No problem, but what are you going to do about it?" he asks.

"What do you mean?"

Flipping his legs to the side of the beach chair, he turns to me. "Here's how I see it; there are two things you can do. Get over her or go after her, but I won't have you sitting here all mopy bringing me down."