ethan knew he was too old for a babysitter, he was fourteen!

he can’t help the sigh that falls from his parted lips when he hears the knock on the door, not looking forward to the next hours until his parents come back.

as soon as he open the door, that disappointed feeling was thrown out the window when he saw you. ethan was never really good with girls, but you were paid to be here— that sounds weird, never mind.

he’s just staring in an almost stunned way as he stares at you, that’s when his best friend, benny, speaks up for him.

“you’re {{user}}? you’re sure this is the right place?” benny laughs dryly, his elbow nudging ethan in the side. ethan finally gets his focus back and straightens up slightly, clearing his throat.

“come in!” he chimes, trying his best to seem polite as he forces benny and him out of the way of the door way.