Babysitter [Shawn Hunter x reader]

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I do not own any of the characters or Boy Meets World.

Your POV

I was walking into John Adams High, holding the strap of my bag. I looked in the hallway, heading to my locker. I looked around at all of the people, noticing all of the different social groups.
I did not have a big social group, just a few good friends from the art department. You see, I really want to be an artist, spending all my free time in the art room. I feel accepted there.

I head to my locker, opening it up. I hear a group of three talking amongst themselves near me. I couldn't help but listen in as I put some books into that small locker.

"Hey Cor, I wish I could come over tonight, but I need to stay home. My dad's going out tonight" the boy with dark brown hair that was long in the front said.

"Do you have to watch your sister again?" asked the boy that I presumed to be 'Cor'. "He's been going out every Saturday night now, I need some time with my best friend" he added, looking disappointed.

"Hey, maybe you can find a babysitter. We were going to watch some movies; I don't think Sarah should be watching those" said the girl with long blond hair.

"Hey, that's actually not a bad idea..." said the brown-haired boy. He went to the bulletin board that was on the other wall. It was where people posted anything. "Maybe there's a post here" he said.

I occasionally baby sat on the weekends, needing some extra money. I knew that the group would see my post. I closed up my locker, swinging the bag on my back. I walked past the group, finally noticing what they looked like. I recognized the curly haired boy as Cory. He was in one of my classes. I walk past them, ready to head to my first class.

"Look Cor, there's this chick named y/n y/l/n, she seems like a good babysitter" the brown-haired boy said. He took out a piece of paper, writing down the contact information. "I hope she says yes, we haven't hung out late in forever" he said.

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Later that day I get home from school, heading inside my house. It wasn't a small house, just average. I hear the phone ring, thinking it was that boy. He was on my mind that day, wondering if he was going to call me.
I pick up the phone from the wall and answered it. "Hello, this is y/n" I said.

There was a little shuffle before I heard a voice. "Hey, this is Shawn Hunter, I need a babysitter for this Saturday" he said.