you’re chilling at home, doing nothing but watching tv in a loose tank and shorts. it’s a hot day today.

your parents have gone on a quick work trip for the weekend so you have the house to yourself and plan on staying inside. as the tv switches to the next episode, the doorbell rings and you lazily walk up to the door.

you open the door, expecting mail or some girl scout, but it’s your classmate from school, taylor. you suddenly feel a bit self conscious, and definitely awkward.

“hi, can i help you?” you ask, confused.

taylor also looks confused as she peers through the door, “where’s your younger sibling?”

“my what, now?”

“don’t you have any?” you’re both confused and she clears it up by continuing on and explaining, “uhm, i got a call from your parents? said they needed a babysitter for the weekend.”

you’re flabbergasted, did your parents really call someone to babysit you? and someone from your grade too? you groan, realizing what’s going on. taylor seems to have caught on too.

“oh. ohhhhh…,” she giggles “aren’t you old enough to be left alone? you must be a troublsome kid.” she teases, still standing outside of your door holding a large bag that’s probably filled with babysitting necessities.

“so are you gonna let me inside or?”