Band One Shots.

MGK

Babysitting rich kids: a great source of income, but also a huge pain in the ass. Spoiled kids love disobeying their babysitters. Anything to make my job harder, they did. Especially the seven year olds. They were the worst.

The twins were being extra obnoxious today. One was crying because she wanted to go outside and play soccer in the pouring rain, and I wouldn't let her. The other had been sitting at the kitchen table for almost three hours because she refused to eat lunch. I was about to tear my hair out.

"Just eat the sandwich," I begged. "Peanut butter is your favorite."

"But I wanted grilled cheeeeeeese," She whined.

"You're out of cheese!" I didn't mean to raise my voice, but I was tearing my hair out.

My phone rang over the other girl's crying and I let it ring, until it was almost too late. I decided that if it was important, I'd much rather take it than argue with a bunch of children. "I have to get this," I said, answering the unknown number and walking into to the other room. "Hello?"

"Y/N, is that you?"

"That's me," I replied. The voice sounded familiar. "Who's this?"

"Hey, it's Machine Gun Kelly."

"What?" I choked out. "Who are you and why are you fucking with me?"

That laugh. It had to be him. "Nah, you must have put your number down on something at a show. I'm calling all my fans."

"Wow, that's amazing," I was about to cry, my voice was shaking. "Thank you so much, you don't know how much this call means to me."

"Well don't cry," He said. "I'm tryna make you happy."

"Believe me, you are," I laughed, wiping my eyes and feeling the stress leave my body entirely. "You couldn't have picked a better time to call."

"Yeah? What are you up to?"

"Babysitting twins from Hell," I explained. "They refuse to listen to me and I'm about to lose it."

"Well, don't. I'll never ge to talk to you again if you go to jail," He laughed, and I melted at the sound of his voice. "I'll tell you what, I have to go on to call some more people. But you save this number. Call me when you're done demonsitting and we'll talk. Go take care of those kids."

"Really?"

"Really." He replied. "Goodbye, Y/N."