babysitter, ruel van dijk

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present day

→sky's pov←

it's been what, a whopping seven months, since my sister dragged me away. i don't think i have any way of contacting him, besides his name. but not even a last name, so i didn't even bother to try and find him.

when i had to go, he was speaking of what we were gonna do for our final moments together. all of that was just a hopeless dream i guess. i look back at it now, wishing i wasn't such a bitch, and just asked for his number. it's not that complicated in my head, but whenever we talked i was like melting just from his gaze. or maybe it was the hot water, from the hot tub. but none the less, i'm a dumbass.

it's what, january now? and the homeschool life is treating me fine. just the normal wake up, school in pjs, finally get ready, and then get unready. i don't have too many friends, mostly because of homeschooling, but what's the point in just being uncomfortable and ready to go somewhere. especially when you're not being invited anywhere.

sasha is back at college now and now the times are dark. consider me an only child, in which i am also homeschooled. i text her a lot, miss her a lot, and curse college a lot. i know she's happy there though, so i can't hate it too much.

i've asked sasha about ruel, if she remembers his face, or if she recalled anything recognizable about him. to which she answers, "honestly, i don't know, sky. i can't even remember what his hair color is," she usually muffles through the phone. but boy, how different we are. i remember his voice, his eyes, his hair. ugh now i sound like a stalker.

it was a saturday afternoon. i was blasting harry styles' discography from my laptop. my hair sprawled around me, as i lay my back on my bed. eyes closed, phone on the desk across my room, nothing could ruin such a good day.

**ding**

probably a notification from instagram or something. i push the blaring ding out of my head, and listen to the lyrics flowing around my head. fine line comes on, and i can feel myself drifting to sleep. 4:32pm, a new record for falling asleep super early.

**ding**

from my half asleep state, i let out an annoyed groan. sighing, i stand up stumble over to my desk, picking up my phone to look at the notifications. my lazy eyes looking over the unidentified number from imessages.

323-186-028

....

hi! is this skylar?

this is kate van dijk, from hawaii.
i was looking through my phone
and found your number. i was wondering
if you could possibly babysit
for our family?

oh hi mrs. van dijk. of course i can
babysit, i just don't know
when i'm free. if you gave me
a time and date, i could
arrange something.

unknown number changed to kate van dijk

how about next sunday, around 7:00pm?
does that work for you?

actually yeah, that does
work for me. if you send me
your address, i can be there
around 6:30 to go
over rules and such.

thank you, that sounds amazing!
our address is 829 park road, los angeles

read 4:37pm

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i forgot i gave her my number, all those months ago. i laid back down on my bed, overthinking, as usual. my mind drifts into wondering if i'll see ruel when i babysit. or if he'll be gone by the time i get there. harry's first album starts playing again, so i've been sitting here for about two hours.

sitting up, i look around my room frantically, and start wondering what you wear to babysit.

i dash to my closet and start folding through the clothes, mumbling what's right and wrong to wear to the van dijk's house. can't be too revealing, gotta make a good first impression, even though mrs. van dijk's first impression was me in a swim suit.... whatever.

can't wear any thing with zippers, isn't that dangerous? i suppose better safe than sorry. ugh this is so hard, and what if the weather changes unexpectedly. oh i'm driving right.

i got my license about a month after i turned 16, around october 30th. i turned 16 on the 29th of september, and i put off driving for a long time. if i got my license, that means i would get more freedom, but also more responsibility. but here i am, with my license, driving to places and such.

☼ timeskip: to the day of babysitting ☼

i wake up around 9:00am out of nerves. normally on a sunday, i'll wake up around 10-12pm depending on when i fall asleep. i stretch in my bed, telling myself everything is gonna be alright. keep telling yourself that sky.

i take the outfit i picked out and slip it out, now to figure out what to do until 6:15. they live about 10 minutes away from my house and i know i cannot be late.

i settled on a looser, cropped, t-shirt, with a high neckline and it cuts right below my belly button. wearing soft leggings, high waisted, so i'm not showing too much. i take a look at myself in the mirror and nod to myself with confidence in the outfit i chose

next hair.

they're kids, it'll probably get pulled out eventually. a good clipped up, up do will be alright. and no makeup, we're gonna go all natural today.

to pass the time, i go on my phone, twiddle my thumbs, and sleep. i'm just expecting to stay up until they come back, which could be very late. setting several alarms to wake up on time.

luckily, the time comes soon enough, and i'm walking out my door, and putting my key into the ignition. as i pull out of the drive way, i feel the nerves coming back, but i try to push them down and keep breathing.

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a/n honestly i dont know if this makes sense, because it's 2am and i just wanted to finish another chapter. sorry for the crappy quality :)).