the babysitter⇝c.d

⇝|20|

❁luna

"where's your shirt?"

"i was just getting out of the shower when you rang the doorbell."

"ok last question. why am i here if you're capable of babysitting?"

"im irresponsible, babe. plus i got plans tonight." he winks, as i roll my eyes and purse my lips.

"so, are you gonna take me up on my offer or?" he laughs.

i roll my eyes, slowly kissing the palm of my hand.

i look at my hand before pressing his lips, "thats as close as you'll ever get to touching my lips with yours."

"looks like someone forgot that i know that taste of their lips." he sings.

"that was involuntary. you kissed me."

"you didn't wanna stop."

"i didn't wanna kiss you either."

"but now you like me."

"thats funny. such a great joke."

"im not joking, you love me."

"ill never love you. not with the way you act. babe."

"so how am i supposed to act?"

"quit acting horny all the time, be sweet, not cocky, be adorable not annoying. and stop grabbing my ass all the time."

he leans in my ear, "you know you love it."

"no, i dont. we aren't a thing so i don't entirely enjoy it."

"so how much do you enjoy it?"

".. like 30%."

"im good with that." he smirks, just as his phone beeps.

"what?"

"uh nothing." he smiles nervously.

"why are you acting strange all of a sudden?"

"what do you mean strange?" he runs to his room.

"this dude is crazy if he thinks imma let it slide that easy." i mumble to myself.

i get up, walking down the hallway as he pops up in front of me.

"um, id rather not have heart attacks at this age." i hold my chest.

"sorry. what are you doing?" he puts on a muscle tank.

"where's the bathroom?"

he points down the hall, "1st left."

i close the door behind me, pulling out my phone to call bree.

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sooooo i forgot. if you vote on this part ill post ch. 21. sorry for not doing it yesterday.