"Please control the kids.." "Sorry babe heh.."

Elliot, a kind, mature, helpful, loving, kinda weird, and sweet boy who was head over hills for you. I mean, yes, he worked at his father's pizzeria builder brothers pizza yah yah yah! And so what if you worked as a waiter at a fancy restaurant and you paid for half of everything? It was love.

You, a kind, but sometimes mean and annoying, weird, helpful, and amazing person! Who loved and adored Elliot like a drug. You worked at a fancy restaurant and got paid a ton when it included tips, and yes, he stayed with you in your apartment, and you wanted it that way.

Today's evening was spent with you babysitting your little siblings while at his workplace you were at his workplace one. Because he was feeling stressed out. And two, he just wanted you there.

So here you were looking for the two rascals you call your siblings they kept running off, and you knew it would cause havoc and cause Elliot more difficulty, so here you were looking around like never before when you heard it..

'Ehm..' You whipped around, turn your attention to whoever was behind you, and there he was your clearly stressed looking boyfriend standing there holding your two siblings hands as they tried to get away.

"Babe.. please control your siblings.." He asked in a slight scolding tone handing your siblings over to you as you took your siblings by their hands he let out a soft breathy sigh.