The Babysitter

Spaghetti

Chapter 16: (Aubrey's POV)- Spaghetti

I was red. And I mean red. My cheeks were flushed with heat and color gushing to them while I ran straight up to his room. I grabbed myself a shirt, the first shirt I saw in his closet, and a pair of grey sweatpants. I made sure the sweatpants had strings otherwise they would fall right off. I don't know if that's a diss to him or a compliment to myself. 

We'll stick to a compliment to myself. 

I was looking for the pants when he swung his door wide open while laughing like a walrus. "Xavier!" I threw the shirt on as fast as I could. I've never put on a shirt that fast.

Once I had the shirt on, I was ok since it pretty much went down my mid-thigh which was long enough to cover me in all my glory or as he's been saying beauty. "I hate you, you're so annoying." I rolled my eyes at him while throwing the sweatpants on, tightening them to the gods.

Somehow yet luckily my undergarments managed to stay dry. I understand since I was wearing shorts but somehow my bra was dry. Thank god. I quickly threw his clothes on before marching up to him and shoving him. 

"That was rude." 

Another shove. 

"And unnecessary." 

Another shove. 

"And a dick move." 

Another shove. 

"You shouldn't have done that." 

With that final shove, his back hit the door.

"Well I did, so what are you gonna do about it?" He looked at me with that same amusement in his eyes and smirk dancing on his lips. 

I could swear that smirk is always there, I wish I could smack it right off. I took a deep breath, containing my emotions. "Nothing." I plastered a smile. "Absolutely nothing because you're the baby I'm babysitting and as your babysitter, I will do the right thing, the thing that any babysitter would do and I will forgive the baby that I babysit, for making me regret choosing to babysit him," I explained in the most complicated way possible just to see the confusion find its way to his face.

"What'd you just say?" he questioned in utter confusion.

"I said take off your pants, you're soaking the floor," I smirked before plopping on his bed, grabbing the book on his bedside. Murder On The Orient Express. I read this one a while ago, it's a good book, I'm surprised it's his first time reading it.

I heard him clearing his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Not the first time reading it." he leaned against his closet door, shirtless, messy hair, grey sweats. Perfection.

Aubrey!

Sorry, my bad!

"It's a good one, isn't it? I've read it a few times." I spoke, placing it back on the bedside, before grabbing a pillow and placing it behind my head.

"You wanna head downstairs and help me with making dinner? I'll make you your favorite," he spoke in a sing-song voice. 

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion before I spoke up. "And what must that be?" I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.

"Mac n' cheese of course!" he spoke sarcastically. "Kidding, I'll make spaghetti," he suggested.

"Good old spaghetti, right. Let's go." I rolled out of bed and walked down the stairs, following Xavier.

We went downstairs and I sat up on the counter while he turned on the stove before placing water in the pot, setting it on the stove for boiling. He got the spaghetti and put it in the pot before turning to me.