"Someone just moved across the street," my mom said excitedly, "Her name is Trisha and she's about my age!"
"Yea maybe you can be best friends so you can stop bothering me and my best friend."
She pursed her lips and then closed my door. I fell against the back of my bed.
"Ugh we have work in half an hour," I said.
"Ugh don't remind me," y/b/f/n said.
I laughed and we started getting ready. By the time we were done we had to get going. We headed off to work and worked for about 8 hours.
"You spending the night again." I asked as we got in my car.
"Yea," she answered.
I drove home and we were literally in the door for two minutes before my mom came down.
"Y/b/f/n you have to go home," my mom said.
"Why," I screamed.
"I promised Trisha that you would watch her son and the house."
She handed me a key to their house.
"Why can't y/b/f/n come with me?!"
"I didn't say she couldn't!"
"Oh."
"You have to get over there ASAP."
"Ok," I turned to y/b/f/n, "You wanna help or go home."
"I'll help, I love kids."
"Ok come on."
We walked over to the house and let ourselves in with the key mom had given me. I put my clothes on the table and so did y/b/f/n. We say down and started watching Teen Wolf.
"Who's are these mom," I heard someone ask.
A raven haired boy walked into the living room with my magenta bra in his hand. I felt my eyes grow wide and heard y/b/f/n laughing beside me.
"Basic...bitch," he asked as he read the leopard print letters on each cup of the bra.
"Uh yea," I blushed and got it from him.
He started coughing.
"So who's Trisha's son," I asked.
"I am the only one, I'm Zayn."
"I'm babysitting a...?"
"17 year old."
"Oh haha a junior babysitting a junior."
"Don't laugh," he smiled and then looked down, "I'm a bad boy."
"No you're not."
He whined as he threw his head back.
"So what are your rules...?"
"It's y/n."
"What are your rules y/n?"
"So we are going to spend the week and you will be fine with it," I told him.
He shrugged, "Ok."
He started coughing again and sneezed a couple of times. Then he shivered.
"Are you alright," I asked.
"No I don't feel good."
"Well get away from me."
"You're supposed to babysit him," y/b/f/n said, "Remember?"
"Yea and you're helping," I turned to Zayn, "What's wrong?"
