You were a babysitter for the Heffley household. Not that you cared that much, you were just payed to make sure a little baby and his nerdy middle school brother were fed and didn’t die. Easy money right? That was until one day you knocked on the door to be greeted by a teen your age in a band shirt and eyeliner.

“Listen I got band practice right now so if you would- woah.” He said, staring at you for a moment, “you’re the babysitter..right?”