Your P.O.V
"Y/n!" I heard my mom call for me.
"What?" I shout.
No answer.
"What?!" I shout loader.
No answer, again. I fucking hate it when my mom does this.
I huff getting off of my bed and walking down stair.
I see her looking in the mirror placing earrings in.
"You called." I say annoyed.
"Yes. Your farther and I are going out tonight and-"
"So" I cut her off.
"'So' the babysitters are gonna be here any moment now."
"What? Babysitters?!" I shout.
"Yes, babysitters. To watch y/s/n and keep an eye on you." She says.
"Mom I'm 17 I don't need a fucking babysitter!" I shout.
"Well after last time, we need someone responsible to keep an eye on the house." She says firmly.
"How was I supposed to know that leaving a fork in the microwave would blow up." I throw my hands up in defence.
She scoffs at me and grabs her bag.
"Your father and I are going out now. We will stop at a motel for the night to so please be good." She says shooting a glare at me, I roll my eyes. "The babysitters will be here soon." She adds
Babysitters?
"Wait, there's two of them?" I ask.
"Yes. Also they're rather handsome so don't get to carried away Y/n."
"Whatever." I roll my eyes.
I'll see for my self if they're hot or not.
Ethans P.O.V
"C'mon bro, we're already 10 minuets late." I worry.
"E chill we're nearly there."
A few minutes pass by and we're here.
I go to knock on the door but stop myself.
"What's up?" Grayson asks.
"This is our first time babysitting, I'm scared we'll screw up, we need the money gray."
"I know how you feel bro, but we gotta wing it. How hard could it be?" He shrugs, knocking on the door.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I wait for the door to open.
"Hello-" Her mouth agape.
"Um, hi. You're y/n right?" Grayson says.
I can't even say anything, I'm lost right now. She's beautiful.
I feel weak just looking at her.
"Um-I-um yeah." She stutters.
"We're your babysitters, can we come in?" I ask as I admire her facial features.
"S-sure." She steps aside and we both walk in.
Your P.O.V
Holy fucking shit they're hot!
I can't even describe them except from daddy as fuck!
I sit on the couch and they follow me into the living room.
One of them sits on either side of me and I feel my legs go weak.
"So erm...what's your names?" I ask.
