The Babysitter

Chapter 1: (Aubrey's POV)- I'm A Babysitter?

"Aubrey, honey get down here!" my mom yelled early in the morning.

I turned over, facing my window where the sun shone, blinding me, and ended up falling on my ass, off the bed. I groaned before running my hand through my knotted hair, throwing it up in a bun. "Coming!" I replied before throwing my covers off of me, tossing them onto the bed. I slowly made my way down the stairs and found my mom rushing to pack her lunch.

"Honey, I'm running a little late and there's something I had to talk to you about." She shoved her lunch into her bag and turned to face me.

"What's up?" I asked while making my way over to her and beginning to clean up the mess she had made while packing her lunch. She was running late and having her clean up would only delay her more.

"So you know my co-worker, Catherine Parker right? She's come over a few times for small lunches and some coffee?" she prompted. The image of Mrs. Parker was vivid in my head.

"Yeah, what about her?" I questioned while washing the dishes and my hands before drying them.

"Well, she has a son who needs babysitting..." she began hesitantly.

"Mom, what did you do?" I turned to her with suspicion in my eyes.

She nervously laughed before continuing. "Well I signed you up for it," she smiled at me.

"Mom!" I whined. "Why would you sign me up for babysitting? I haven't done it in ages!" I complained.

"Well, he's not that little! He can handle himself, she just wants someone that can keep an eye on him and you are a babysitter," she reasoned.

"I'm a babysitter?" I questioned. "Since when?" I followed her as she grabbed her keys and phone and began walking to our front door.

"You have to be there by noon. I've left the address on a sticky note on the fridge. Find it, keep it, do not lose it, and be there by noon. She's willing to pay you if you want, you can discuss that with her. Her shift isn't until noon

look at the clock in our living room and saw the time to be ten-thirty in the morning. I

room, picked my outfit, a white sundress with some sunflowers on it, good first impressions only, and went over to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, showered, and went back down to get some breakfast, I decided to stick to

the one fruit we had

grabbed my keys and phone

couldn't recall ever going to Mrs. Parker's house. I shrugged it off and went to grab my bicycle. I like to bike around since it

began the ride over to the Parker

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right house? It seemed familiar.

by the mailbox and walking up to the front door. I straightened out my dress and wiped my palms against it before letting

A bad feeling.

on my phone to see it was eleven fifty-three. A

to be in a rush while holding her bag and lunch in her hand, I take it being a nurse

by seven

in and looked around. The place still seemed familiar.

here. I don't want you to feel obligated to be doing this just because your mother suggested it. If you want you can try for today and if you don't like it then feel free to tell me. He's not a kid, so he should be able to handle himself but

my face as I

land him in more trouble than he's already in. I'll be more than willing to pay you if you'd like. How about we start at twenty-five dollars today and if you'd like to

question out of curiosity um- how old is your son?" I questioned nervously.

Xavier!" she yelled before grabbing her keys and beginning

dropped down to the ground. He walked down the stairs casually and walked right up to me, standing directly in

toes and our noses would touch. "Yes mom?" he spoke in a bored tone, his looking directly into