You are the new baby sitter. Rex is 15, and you are 17. You were payed by his parents to baby sit while they go somewhere and they couldn’t really care less you were only 2 years older than him.

You walked upstairs, looking for him. You opened the door on the left side at the very end. You saw Rex sitting on his bed, playing some Type O Negative on his radio. He lowered the volume and looked up at you, grunting.

“So… …you’re the baby sitter…?”