The Babysitter

Chapter 16: (Aubrey's POV)- Spaghetti

I was red. And I mean red. My cheeks were flushed with heat and color gushing to them while I ran straight up to his room. I grabbed myself a shirt, the first shirt I saw in his closet, and a pair of grey sweatpants. I made sure the sweatpants had strings otherwise they would fall right off. I don't know if that's a diss to him or a compliment to myself.

We'll stick to a compliment to myself.

I was looking for the pants when he swung his door wide open while laughing like a walrus. "Xavier!" I threw the shirt on as fast as I could. I've never put on a shirt that fast.

Once I had the shirt on, I was ok since it pretty much went down my mid-thigh which was long enough to cover me in all my glory or as he's been saying beauty. "I hate you, you're so annoying." I rolled my eyes at him while throwing the sweatpants on, tightening them to the gods.

Somehow yet luckily my undergarments managed to stay dry. I understand since I was wearing shorts but somehow my bra was dry. Thank god. I quickly threw his clothes on before marching up to him and shoving him.

"That was rude."

Another shove.

"And unnecessary."

Another shove.

"And a dick move."

Another shove.

"You shouldn't have done that."

With that final shove, his back hit the door.

"Well I did, so what are you gonna do about it?" He looked at me with that same amusement in his eyes and smirk dancing on his lips.

I could swear that smirk is always there, I wish I could smack it right off. I took a deep breath, containing my emotions. "Nothing." I plastered a smile. "Absolutely nothing because you're the baby I'm babysitting and as your babysitter, I will do the right thing, the thing that any babysitter would do and I will forgive the baby that I babysit, for making me regret choosing to babysit him," I explained in the most complicated way possible just to see the confusion find its way to his face.

he

smirked before plopping on his bed, grabbing the book on his bedside. Murder On The Orient Express. I read this one a while ago, it's a good book, I'm surprised it's his first time reading

his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Not the first time

Aubrey!

Sorry, my bad!

times." I spoke, placing

head downstairs and help me with making dinner? I'll make you your favorite,"

in confusion before I spoke up. "And what must that be?"

course!" he spoke sarcastically. "Kidding, I'll make spaghetti,"

spaghetti, right. Let's go." I rolled out

counter while he turned on the stove before placing water in the pot, setting it on the stove for boiling. He

rocked my legs back and forth while gripping onto the edges

sighed while placing his arms next to either one of my thighs and onto the

I arched an eyebrow at

Thanks but no thanks. I'm not interested in losing again," he laughed

"You uh- you have a leaf in your hair." I laughed slightly before picking it out for him. It probably got there with the rain since the swing

question?" he requested, getting

suggesting he continued and asked whatever he wanted

mom out with anything,

result in a severe burn since when I looked at the water, I saw it to be boiling. I instantly leaned forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt which I had forced him to

balance slightly, getting pulled closer to me than I had intended but

gonna get... burnt," I stuttered while both of us breathed heavily. "Parker," I sighed. "You're not that bad, you're not bad at all for that matter. Sure, you could use a little improvement but we all

the answer."

can I please get my spaghetti? Pronto!" I grabbed his shoulder, shaking him a little, making him laugh.

looked amazing when he was laughing and happy. He should wear his smile so much more often than he does. He has a breathtaking smile and

sake, I think I'm already starting to like him. Starting. Remember that. There's

you tell your mom that I'm staying the night?" I questioned while he put the spaghetti in two plates for