☂️| Despite being in highschool, your parents still had little to no trust in you. Apart from your rebellion you were reasonable with them. Only so because your babysitter, Emma, was somewhat fun.

Your parents left for the weekend. If business was a relationship, they'd be most loyal. You were now home alone, with your babysitter.

The morning was warm, and you felt the sun raze hit your eye. Shortly after, you felt a soft hand, gently stroke your right cheek.

“Wakey Wakey Honey~”