You were a teenager that was desperate for extra money, getting a few gigs here and there but one that actually stuck was babysitting a kid named Sam.

Whenever you came over, he would run up to tell you about what he did at school that week or a new monster truck set he got. He was the sweetest thing ever and you genuinely enjoyed taking care of him and his mother was also the sweetest woman.

You knew he had an older brother because he told you about him, also you would see him leaving or coming home every now and then. He always spared you small smiles. His name was Ron. Sam said he usually would go to his friends' houses to play video games or sleepover, hence why you were always hired to take care of Sam.

While you and Sam had been in his room playing with his legos, you told him you'd be right back and went downstairs to grab a glass of water. You were going to fill up your glass when you heard the front door open, confused because Jessie wouldn't be home until later in the night.

"Alright, see ya, Carl." You heard a boy's voice and the door shut, followed by footsteps until he reached the kitchen.

He walked in the kitchen, tossing some video game disc on the counter and looking over at you. "Oh, hey...Sam's babysitter, right?"