The Sleeping Siren (Jotaro X Reader)

Ch. 2: Y/N the Convincing

     It wasn't until I got home and put groceries away that I started thinking about Mr. Joestar and his phone number he gave me. I cringe at the ripped up strip of paper with his number on it and contemplate actually using it. As creepy as it is, it's almost heart warming, considering how friends and other family don't talk to me like they use to. I let go of a hearty sigh, thinking about how my friends and I used to be compared to how we are now made my heart ache.
   As I'm getting a glass of water I get a call from the family I babysit and answer the call. "Y/n! Hey!" Charlie chimed.
   I've babysat her son for two years now and not a single time has she ever informed me ahead of time of when she needed a babysitter, "hi Mrs. Smith, are you calling to schedule a sitting?"
   I hear the phone get stolen away from Charlie until I hear her wife Joanna, "hey Y/n, we, uh, we are in a little situation and had to leave the house could you sit Tanner?"
   Tanner. What an obnoxious little kid. God if he weren't four then I would strangle his ass. "Of course...eh... also Mrs. Smith," I stutter out. The Smith's tell me to head to their home before we end the conversation. I'm pissed putting my stuff together into my backpack, my parents had wanted me to have a day of house chores and such, but now that Charlie and Joan need me to watch the kid they can't even raise I have to leave a note of explanation. I would text my parents but both of their jobs don't allow them to be on their phone's so to leave a note is the most convenient.

   When I park my car across from the Smith house I see the car they share is out of the driveway. Sometimes I envy them for having their own house that they worked for at only 20. Usually, those who have their own house at 20 are supported by their parents, but when Charlie and Joan came out to their families they were kicked out at a young age and had to work themselves to death and back together and were able to adopt a child and have their own home at 18. Though I'm still only 16 I still feel the need to live up to them. I can't imagine being kicked out of the family that raised me, the family that I cried and laughed with, the family that protected me and the family I protected in return. A shiver goes down my spine and goose bumps follow by the thought of being rejected by my mother and father, aunts and uncles, cousins and nephews and niece's... my imagination is a vivid one that hurts me.
   I unlock the house with the spare key Joan had made for me and slip off my shoes and slip of the guest slippers, Charlie was never fond of people wearing outside shoes in the house. When I close and lock the door Tanner is playing in his underwear with blocks and a seris of toys he had probably pulled out himself.
   Tanner snaps his attention to me, "Y/N!" He mumbles out with his baby accent before he stumbles to stand and hug me. My heart warms and I return his joyfull embrace.
   I pull away from his hug, "have you eaten?"
   He looks at me with adorable seriousness, "no."
   Maybe if he stopped shitting on his nascar's my heart would melt at the sight of his puffy chocolate cheeks and glassy dark eyes. "Alright we should eat," I announce and stand up, Tanner wraps his tiny hand around my finger and walks me into the kitchen for snacks.
   I sit Tanner down in his booster seat and he playfully slaps the plastic table connected to it. I open the fridge and scan its contents, "what do you want to eat?"
   "Cho-cat milk."
I lightly chuckle, "you can't eat Chocco milk, but you can drink it?" When I look back to Tanner he nods as contently as a 4 year old can and I put the chocolate milk in his favorite sippy cup for him.
"Okay, okay, now what do you want to eat?" I ask.
   Tanner thinks to himself, "dino nuggets!"
   I shake my head the idea, all he ever eats is dino nuggets, I should get him into eating something else, "but you had those last time? Don't you want to try something new?"
   Tanner sips his "cho-cat" milk and contemplates it, "well... I want fuit gummies!"
   It wouldn't be too bad, but I skim the fridge anyway, "What about..." I pick up an apple, "appy slices and peanut butter? Have you had that before?" Tanner was never one for peanut butter, but I think I sparked his interest when he looks at me curiously, "here," I cut up the Honey Crisp apple into different slices and set a thing of peanut butter to the side, "I'll eat them with you Tanner," I scoop peanut butter up with an apple slice and eat it. "It's so good! You should try it," I say. He's hesitant but grabs a slice himself and gets a tiny bit of peanut butter onto it before biting. When his face lights up from the taste he instantly puts more peanut butter onto the apple slice he bit. I feel proud of him for trying something he wasn't used to, and proud of myself for convincing him to try it.