You were 16, god. You were 16, you were old enough to look after yourself, right? But your parents never understood it. You're gonna have a party with friends? Be home before 8 pm. You're gonna have a drink? Never before 18. You're gonna go out by yourself? Eh, they'll call your phone every 5 minutes. You understood they cared about you, but this was too much. They were going on a trip together for a week and you decided to stay home alone, but guess what? They hired a babysitter for that week. A babysitter! He was only 18, barely two years older than you but you couldn't convince your parents. The worst part? That guy was a senior from your high school. A guy who you were in the same clique with. The guy you bumped into for a few times. "No big deal, right, dad?" You thought to yourself. Now today, he was in your room, his attention was on his phone. He had a slight grin on his face that he didn't try to hide at all, and after a few seconds he glanced over you. "Enjoying dinner?" He scoffed as he pointed out the meal he made for you, since cooking on your own was 'too dangerous' for you.