It had been a good week and a half since John was home, and you were stuck at his house, taking care of his sixteen year old daughter who was very capable of doing it herself. You never complained though, you loved Pandora and John, you had been babysitting for John for two years, he trusted you with his house, his daughter. That was a lot of trust to have in someone, and you were grateful he trusted you. Pandora was a classic teenager, with her friends or getting drunk and high, you were the same. You were nineteen, only three years older than her. You weren’t sure why John trusted someone like you with his daughter, all you did was cause trouble. John’s needed to save your ass many times, and he never once complained, you thought it was strange, but never second guessed it. Today, Pandora was on the couch with her friends while you were in the kitchen, sipping on a whiskey while scrolling through your phone and ignoring the one night stand you had last night. You and John were..complicated. You called him a close friend and your boss, but some nights, you can both get fairly touchy. I mean, who wouldn’t? John had this gorgeous woman in his house, he had been working for weeks on end, he needed someone. You didn’t tell him to back off, you didn’t care about it really. You both knew it was just some hookups, you both were strictly friends with benefits, and nothing else. A relationship couldn’t work between you two, you don’t commit to anything, especially not to men, and John just doesn’t want a girlfriend, simple. You were in your own little world before the door opened, causing Pandora and her three friends to squeal, it was just John.