Clyde Logan Imagines

The Babysitter

Warnings: None

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A buzzing erupts from Clyde's pocket and he grumbles in return, putting down his beer on the coffee table in his trailer. He hates his phone, to be honest. The buttons are too small for his fingers and it takes him forever to respond to anyone one-handed, but Mellie insists he needs one, saying he'll "never know when his back'll be against the wall" or something like that. He fumbles around in his pocket for the device and pulls it out, recognizing that Mellie is actually the one calling him now.

"Hey, Mel. Is everythin' okay?" he asks after raising the phone to his ear after accepting the call. He can hear music in the background and people cheering. "I know you're goin' on a date now. Need me to pick you up?"

"No, Clyde. The date is going great, actually," Mellie insists and Clyde's chest relaxes. He hates the thought of his little sister on a disastrous date, but he'll be there for her if it is. "You know Jimmy is to have Sadie and this week since Bobbie Jo and Moody are out of town on vacation and the Chapman kids are at their aunt's place, right?"

"Yeah, Mel," Clyde replies as he remembers how ecstatic Jimmy was when he got the call from Bobbie Jo saying he could have Sadie for longer than an afternoon.

"Jimmy had to go on an extra-long shift at the hardware store... somethin' about them bein' short-handed. He left her with me for the whole day, but I had this date and I couldn't cancel. I did get a babysitter for Sadie, the one Sadie really likes- thank goodness she could come- but I forgot to leave her a check," Mellie explains wearily. "Hold on, David. I'm talkin' to my brother! Sorry about that, Clyde. Her pay is $50. I'll pay you back the next time I see you. Could you do this just this once, please?"

"O'course," he says immediately. "She at your place?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Clyde. I'll call y/n to tell her that you're stoppin' by," Mellie says into the phone and hangs up. Clyde puts his beer into the fridge and pulls on one of his flannels. Grabbing his car keys and his checkbook, he heads out the door and hops in his car, quickly arriving at Mellie's. He walks up to the door and knocks twice and he hears some shouting coming from behind it. The door swings open wildly and Sadie throws herself into Clyde's arms.

"Hey, Uncle Clyde!" Sadie exclaims. Clyde smiles down at Sadie, immediately noticing that she's got some eye shadow and mascara on with a little bit of eyeliner to match. "Y/n and I are doing some makeup! She's helping me try out new things and then we're gonna make a tiramisu! It's chocolate, and coffee... ladyfingers, and this fancy cheese called mar... marn... What is it, y/n?"

"Marscapone," you say to Sadie, coming into view from the other room with a tube of lip gloss in your hand, and Clyde's heart jumpstarts and his cheeks flush a light rose. Your smile is beautiful he can tell you like being around Sadie. "Found that lip gloss you were wanting, Sadie. Do you think you like this color or do you think we should choose a pinker one?"

"I like this one! Thanks, y/n!" Sadie shouts, rushing over to take the tube from you then dashing to the bathroom for a mirror.

"Don't go crazy, now!" you call as she ducks out of sight. You turn to Clyde with a warm smile. "Hi. I'm y/n. You must be Clyde. Mellie called to say her brother was coming," you say with a little blush. You hadn't expected Clyde to be this tall and handsome, then again he was related to both Mellie and Jimmy. You reach out your hand to shake his.

"Hi...," Clyde trails off, enamored with you. He shakily extends his hand, too. Your grip is firm and confident, yet delicate. As he's shaking your hand he notices his heart is racing a mile a minute. Nervous, he retracts his hand and he looks down to make eye contact as you smile to him. "Well, I was supposed to come by and drop you off a check..."