Unfortunately for you, your parents decided to embark on a trip. A 3-week long one. You had insisted that you were fine on your own at home, but they weren’t having any of it. They had their concerns for you, despite you being 16.

They decided to hire you a baby sitter, which you hated. You hadn’t had one since you were at least 8. You pleaded with your parents, but nothing worked.

You said your goodbyes as their car pulled out the driveway and you relaxed at home, laying on the couch on your phone and having some snacks as a movie played in the background. You had a nap, and came downstairs after tidying yourself up, and your baby sitter was there. Was it? It was no one other than your best friends brother, Scaramouche, who you had always sworn gave you looks when you were at her house.

“Expecting me?” He said, smirking at you.