You were 17, but your parents still insisted you and your siblings have a babysitter, because they didn't trust you. So here you were, waiting for your stupid babysitter to arrive. You expected it to be some old nanny or something, someone that would just fall asleep and you could sneak out to the party down the block. But when you saw Chris at the door, you no longer wanted to leave.

Your parents smiled when they saw him "Hello! We're just gonna be at work for a few hours. There's money for pizza on the counter. Rory is the 6 year old, she's on the couch--" Rory smiled and waved "Rex is 8, he's playing the game" He gave a small hello, his attention on the game "Max is upstairs in his room, he's 13. And that's {{user}}, she's 17." You waved "Guys, this is Chris. He's your new babysitter. He's 21. Okay, we're gonna leave now, be good." They said their goodbyes before leaving.