Summer Babysitting Job

Chapter Eleven

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"Bye mom, by dad! I love you!" I yelled. Now they'll be gone for the rest of the summer. Seven weeks.

The boys weren't dazed by the leaving of their parents. To them, it just meant freedom. For me, it meant uncertainty.

How am I supposed to tell Wes how I really feel? How will he react?

I wasn't really sure what to do next, so I decided to make cookies. Hopefully I'll chill down.

"Jeanie, what are you doing?" Sam asked, as all the boys came back inside.

"I'm making cookies. Would you like to help?"

"No, but I'm sure someone will."

I looked around, a pleading look in my eyes. Alec shrugged, Dane gave me a death stare, Ben looked at the ceiling, the twins focusing on something in James's hand, and Andrew folded his hands. The only one left was Wes.

When I looked at him, he was watching me. Reading his facial expression, it seemed like he wanted to talk.

I sighed, handed him the bowl I was holding, and he followed me into the kitchen.

After the boys were out of earshot, he began talking.

"I'm sorry. I should've just kept my mouth shut," Wes said.

"You got that right. You won't even believe how much I've been thinking about you lately. It's driving me insane."

"I just want to know, how do you feel about me? If you just want to be friends, than that's okay, I guess. I might just need some time."

"I-I just want to be friends. But that doesn't mean that I don't feel any other way."

Wes lifted his eyes to meet mine.

"I mean, I could absolutely hate your guts, and want to be friends so we don't make the other boys upset, or I could be completely in love with you, and not want to make the boys uncomfortable. But it's neither of those, so there."

We both went silent. I spoke the truth, but shadowed the real answer. I didn't lie, and that's what mattered.

I started measuring ingredients, and pouring them into the big bowl.

"Don't you need a recipe?" Wes asked.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious, but I have it memorized."

Wes watched as I mixed everything. I started the oven, and pulled out the cookie sheets.

"I thought you needed help?"

"Well, it was more of a psyciatrist request, but for Sam or Ben, I probably would've made cut out cookies instead."

"So I'm the psyciatrist?"

"Well, you were, but I fired you, since you kept talking about your own problems."

We both burst into laughter. I found myself in a better mood. This is why Wes is one of my best friends, I remembered.

I let Wes help me finish. He ended up pouring too much vanilla in, but vanilla tastes good. Then, we had to pour the flour mixture into the rest of the batter.

I set the cookie sheets in the oven, and started the timer. The rest of the dough already found it's way to our stomaches.

"Hey!" I screamed. Wes took some flour and threw it in my hair. Not from the mixture, from the open bag of flour that I forgot to put away.

I stuck my hand in the bag and smacked him in the chest. There was a huge white handprint on his plain black shirt.

"Oh, you're on!"

He stuck his hands in and hit my stomach, my legs, my back. I tried to fight back, getting a few marks on him.

I squealed when I noticed a handprint on my butt. I tried to get revenge, slapping him in the face.

"You got some flour on your lips," I said. Without giving him time to respond, I pecked him on the lips, then sprinted to my room.

I stood there, waiting for Wes. He came in, and I got to see just how much damage I did. The flour was all over his face, his chest, his jeans, and even some in his hair.

Even though he was covered in the powder, I admitted that he looked great. I bet I looked like a mess, though.

We were just staring at each other. My breath was coming out harsh from all of the action.

In a few strides, Wes was directly in front of me. He wrapped his hands around my waist.

His face was really close to mine. I closed my eyes and hoped be would kiss me, but his hands left.

I opened my eyes, and he was gone. Of course, I thought to myself. I smiled, told Alec to take out the cookies when the timer went off, and got in the shower.

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"So much for an ordinary relationship," I said. Alec and I were the only ones in the kitchen.

"Well, what can you expect from him?" Alec replied, leaning against the counter.

"I don't know. I mean, I really like him, but I don't want to start a relationship, him go to college, see each other five years later, and have everything be akward."

"Unfortunately, it will be akward, relationship now or not."

"Ugghhhhhh!" I yelled.

"Yelling isn't going to solve anything. Except it will give me a headache."

"I just wish he wouldn't have to leave. Or I could go to high school near his college. Something so that we'll be able to see each other."

"You can talk to him. See the colleges he made it into. Wes has to choose where he's going. It starts in September."

"If I talk to him about it, then he's gonna figure out how I feel about him."

"Alright, I'm confused. Why can't he know?" Alec asked, clearly lost.

"I don't want to ruin our friendship, keep up," I replied, snapping.

"But seriously, just ask him. Maybe he thinks you just like him as a friend."

"But I don't!"

"Alright, I'm done. I can't take any more of your crazy female hormones. But while I'm here, can Abby come up for the weekend?"

I looked at him weird.

"My girlfriend."

"Oh. This weekend?"

"Well, I kind of already told her it was okay."

"That's fine. We need more estrogen here anyways. Plus, I don't have any girlfriends, and I need some new clothes."

"Too much. But she's sleeping in my room!" Alec yelled over his shoulder as he left.

"Yeah, yeah." Now I was speaking to myself. Sighing, I walked over to my room. I changed into spandex and a tshirt, and snuggled under my covers.

There was a gentle knock on my door. "Come in," I said.

Whoever it was climbed into my bed, and layed down next to me. The body and the smell all to familiar, the voice only confirmed it.

"Goodnight," he said.