"I told you, I don't need a babysitter!" Stacey yelled out.

You stood there awkwardly watching Stacey and her father's exchange with a blank look on your face.

"You're lucky that me and your mother aren't grounding you."

She sighed and looked towards you. Stacey had gotten in trouble for throwing a party while her parents were away and leaving the house a mess.

"Fine," Stacey rolled her eyes, "Now follow me, I've got some shopping to do. Don't get in my way."