babysitter, ruel van dijk

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☼ the next day ☼

→sky's pov←

i woke up around 9:00am, rolling over and softly scratching finley, behind his ears. "let's get the day started, yeah?" i say with the biggest smile i've had on my face in awhile.

i was always aware that one should never need a significant other to complete themself; that you have to completely love yourself before you can even begin to look for another person to love, but ruel did, in fact, make me happier. there was a hole in my life, that my parents probably created, of course sasha did the best she could to fill that hole for me, but once she went off to college and got a taste of having more of a social life, she started drifting away.

ruel came into my life at a very difficult time, not at vacation, but when i was asked to babysit. it felt like my parents only checked in on me to see if i was keeping the house straight, and sasha was at college, no time for me. ruel gave me attention, and love, and everything i could ever want. then i was so upset that i had to feel empty, so i wouldn't let him explain himself?

so i guess both of our logics don't make sense, but what matters is that we're talking again. what he has planned, i'm not sure, but i know that when he plans something it's going to be fun.

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ruel ☼

hey bubby

what are the plans for today?

bahaha it's a surprise :)

but i don't know what to wearrr

whatever you want sky

it really doesn't matter

can u just tell me please

no, that's for me to know 

and u to find out later

u suck

love u too

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i laugh quietly at our conversation, while also watching my smoothie blend and become a more uniform color. i set down my phone and do my parents dishes from their breakfast this morning, can't even put it in the sink.

i will say, they do support me and they put a roof over my head, i just wish they could also have more time to get to know me. birthday's aren't special, most holidays aren't special, but i just want one day with them. i guess we all want what we can't have? sure.

after cleaning the kitchen i reach for my phone again.

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ruel ☼

what time are we leaving?

around 3, u have time

i'm driving!

ooo okay

don't kill me

i would never

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ruel got his permit then license a while back, yet i still did the majority of the driving. it was a bit of a process, since he was born in another country, but he got there eventually.

after sipping down my smoothie, washing the dishes and cleaning around the house, i could finally start to get ready. "it's only 11:30, finley, we got all the time in the world!" i yell out. not like there is anyone who would mind.

running over to my closet and flipping through my hanging clothes. is today a dress day? or is it another regular day, with jeans and a cropped shirt? if it's anything athletic, then a dress in not an option. my mind kept cycling all these different scenarios, throwing random outfits from my closet onto my bed.

i turn around to see my options, only to be met with a giant heap of clothes, my mouth becoming slightly ajar. "so, finley, are you thinking what i'm thinking?" i turn around looking him dead in the eye, his head tilts to the side. reaching down to pick him up and twirling him around, "fashion show, fin! it's been awhile" i say placing him on my desk.

i quickly change into my first option, a formfitting-blue dress with some vertical stripes, then walk out of my closet and strike a pose. "what are we thinking?" his head looks to towards the window, not really paying attention to me, "yeah i was thinking too basic, too". rushing back to my closet and changing into the next set of clothing, a t-shirt tucked into my normal no-rip jeans.

"what about now?" i said, again posing for him. i study his head looking to the ceiling, then letting out a groan, "fine you're right, we need to switch it up".

we continued this patter for about an hour, me running into my closet to change, running back out to get finley's opinion. i set aside some that i liked personally, and some others, which finley took a liking to.

after going through all my options, i ended with two outfits to choose from. a red-wrap dress, with white flowers scattered over it, that stops around my shins. or a more classic skylar, dark-wash, patched jeans with a tank top and baggy jacket. after looking at the outfits for what seemed like forever, finley sat by the red dress.

"you really like that one?" he laid down beside the dress, looking up at me, "really? wow, okay then. red it is!" i shout picking up the dress and rushing to put it on.

i don't think ruel has ever seen me in a dress, let's hope i don't look completely dumb. pairing it with white shoes, slipping on some simple rings and other jewelry. i made the courageous decision to not wear makeup, ruel said i look pretty without it, so i should feel pretty without it.

i look good.

enough.

checking the clock again, and i realized that the time slipped from me and the clock is rolling around 3. grabbing a bag and rushing towards the door, since i know ruel likes to be early just in case. walking towards the foyer of my home and taking a look outside of a window by the door.

i see ruel's car, parked in the driveway, but he's not in the car. jumping back when i hear a knock on the door, stepping back to the door, yanking it open to see a very happy ruel. he's holding roses by his chest, smiling widely. he looks me up and down, his jaw dropping and flowers swinging to his side.

"w-wo...woah"

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a/n I DIDN'T PROOFREAD THIS SHIT, BC I DONT PROOFREAD ANY OF MY CHAPTERS, I'LL GET TO IT BUT UH. i got a record player y'all. and uhm what else abt my life, ig nothing. how's everyone's day been?

EDIT: OMG THANK U SO MUCH FOR 2K READS, THAT'S SO MANY. I THOUGHT THIS STORY WOULD GET LIKE, 2