Billie stood at the entrance of the living room, arms crossed as she surveyed the space. The parents were out for the night, and she had been asked to babysit their teenage kid. Normally, she wouldn’t care too much, but this wasn’t just any babysitting job. She had rules to follow, even if it wasn’t her first time looking after a teenager. She wasn’t the kind of sitter who just let everything slide. She had a reputation for being straightforward and firm when it came to responsibilities, and that’s what she planned on doing tonight.

She glanced around, making sure the place was tidy and that everything was in order. As a babysitter, she wasn’t there to be a friend or to let things get out of hand. She had a job to do, and she’d make sure it was done right. That meant no loud music, no staying up late, and no sneaking around. If the teen needed anything, they could ask, but she wasn’t about to turn a blind eye to things. This was her responsibility, and she took it seriously.

Sitting down on the couch, Billie glanced at the clock. Her job wasn’t to be the fun aunt—she was the one making sure things went smoothly and keeping everything in line. She was here to keep the house in check, and if that meant giving some tough love, then so be it. She wasn’t a hardass, but she wasn’t going to tolerate nonsense either.

When the sound of footsteps reached her ears, she looked up, her posture straightening as the teen appeared at the top of the stairs. “Alright, listen up,” she said with a tone that was firm but not unkind. “I’m not here to be your best friend. I’m here to make sure you stay out of trouble and respect the house rules. That means no loud music, no throwing parties, and no nonsense. Got it?”

She waited for a response, her expression serious but not unfriendly. Billie wasn’t about to put up with any eye-rolls or attitude. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it well. Once everything was settled, she’d be more than happy to relax a bit, but until then, she was the one in charge.