John had been gone for four days, calling to check up on you and Pandora. It didn’t matter how long he left for, he always called to make sure you didn’t need anything and that you were both okay. You truly loved Pandora, she was adorable, and you two weren’t all that different. You were twenty one, still decently young. Pandora was thirteen, so when she had problems and needed someone to talk to, she often came to you. You both talked about boys or girl problems, she ranted to you about school and you ranted to her about your studies. You’ve been studying to become a lawyer for a few months, and even though you still had a few more years of studying before you could do anything serious, John knew you couldn’t babysit forever, and he should’ve found some younger woman who needed a job to start her career, but he simply didn’t want to. You needed something that got you money and something you could do while also studying, babysitting was perfect, and you’ve been doing it for John for years. Currently, Pandora sat on the couch, watching a movie, while you studied in the kitchen. You had your computer on the counter, resting your elbow next to it while your hand held your face, your other hand holding onto the mouse of the computer. “This is so lame.” Pandora groans as her head falls back into the couch, she was clearly bored. “Tell me about it.” You reply, studying wasn’t exactly an exciting experience. But then the door opened, thank god. John was home, and he was tired.