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Aria's POV
I was sitting in a familiar class room in Rosewood High. I had started my senior year two weeks ago. I had worked the whole summer in a café called Brew, but the owner told me recently that he couldn't offer me a job for the autumn. Rosewood was a small place, and there weren't as many cafés and shops as there were in big cities. Therefore finding a job wasn't easy, but in my situation necessary. I wasn't Spencer Hastings; I didn't have rich parents who pay to get me out of trouble. I didn't have an amazing house or a perfect barn that is almost as fancy as the house. My parents had saved money for my college, but I had to do my own part as well. I couldn't just have fun all year and according to my dad a work place or internship would look good in my college application.
Anyway, I was surfing on the Internet searching a job about a month ago, and found an announcement made by a single mother who had moved to Rosewood in summer and needed a baby sitter for her 7-year-old daughter during afternoons. I had always liked children, and working with them didn't seem that bad. I'd sent my application, went to job interview and now I worked as a babysitter there.
After my last lesson I went to pick up Elena. I'd looked after her only for a couple of times, but we got along well. I had agreed with her mom that I'd look after her a few times in a week and if there was need, she'd ask me separately. Elena is really adorable, she has a beautiful, blonde hair and blue eyes. She goes to elementary school near my high school. After school she goes to nearby play group where I'd pick her up every time.
I was at the play group's gate and Elena ran happily towards me. "Aria!" She exclaimed excitedly and hugged me tightly.
"Hey sweetheart, how was your day?" I asked her as I hugged her back.
"It was fine" She responded and smiled broadly.
We went to see the play group's person in charge and then started to make our way to their house. Elena talked animatedly the whole journey. Her mother was a lawyer and did long hours at work; I'd never heard about her dad, but I assume they're divorced. Elena also has an older brother who goes to college, but I'd never seen him either.
We arrived at their house and went inside. It looked very ordinary, and it wasn't particularly big. In addition to the kitchen and living room there were also Elena and her mum's bedrooms. The older brother's room and office were upstairs.
While Elena did her homework at the kitchen table, I made us snack. I like looking after kids, much more than the job I had at Brew. The only downside is my days sometimes being really long, meaning I might not have time for myself all that much.
Elena's mom sent me a text telling me she would be later at work today and asking if I could take Elena to bed tonight. So now we were making dinner, Elena had demanded she'd help me. Our food was nearly ready and we were setting the table when their front door opened.
"Ezra!" Elena shouted and ran to the boy's arms.
"Hey princess" He said.
The guy who had entered the house walked into the kitchen. "Hey, I'm Ezra. Elena's big brother" He introduced himself. "You're the new baby sitter, right?"
I was a little taken aback about the situation and it took me a moment to notice that he had asked me a question and was probably waiting for a reply. "Yeah, Aria" I finally said and smiled. I wasn't sure whether I was this confused because I didn't know he was coming or because he was really handsome. Ezra was tall, he had a dark brown, wavy hair and blue eyes like Elena's.
"We were just making dinner, would you like to join us?" I asked politely.
"Sure" Ezra said, smiling. Damn, he's cute.
When we had finished eating, Elena went to watch cartoons in the living room and Ezra helped me to tidy up.
"So, do you go to Hollis?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
"No, I go to Penn. My last year" He replied. "Before moving here we lived in Philadelphia, and my mom thought it was the right school." I nodded in response and flushed the plates under warm water.
"So, what's your story?" Ezra asked me.
"My story?" I asked perplexed.
"Yeah. Everyone has some kind of story" He told me confidently.
"And your story was… ?" I asked him since all I knew about him was that he went to Penn for his last year and had lived all his life in Philadelphia. Ezra chuckled and the smiled.
"I will tell my story, and then you'll tell yours" I dared him.
"It's a deal" He grinned and offered his hand. I took it and we playfully shook hands.
"I lived in Iceland with my family for a year. We moved back here when I started high school. Otherwise I've lived my whole life in Rosewood. Now I go to my senior year and work at the same time" I finished.
"That's it?" He asked surprised, clearly having expected more.
"What else do you want to know?"
"What do you like? Interests?" He prompted.
"I like to write. Mostly personal stuff" I said after a moment of thinking.
"Have you thought about colleges?" Ezra asked further.
"No" I said and shook my head.
"Nothing?" He wondered aloud.
"Nothing" I confirmed.
"There has to be some place you want to go to."
"There isn't. I honestly don't know where I want to study. Maybe I'll be stuck in Rosewood, who knows" I shrugged.
"No-one can get stuck here" He smiled a boyish grin.
"Okay, that's it. Your story" I demanded, not wanting to discuss my future.
I listened to Ezra telling his own story. His parents had had him at a very young age, and that was why Elena and he had such a big age gap. They had lived their whole life in Philadelphia where Ezra studied. He told me his major was English. He lived at the campus during the weeks, but tried to come home for weekends to help with Elena. Every time he turned around I let my eyes wander around his body. Not only did he look perfect, he also sounded perfect.
I had to stop fantasizing about him because, seriously, he wouldn't think the same way about me. After we'd finished the tidying, he went to library and then to meet his friends. Elena and I stayed playing board games in the living room until it was her bed time. I read her a story and stroked her soft hair. Elena fell asleep quickly, and I went to kitchen to do my own assignments. I listened to my iPod in a quiet volume for it helped me to concentrate. It was almost ten when Ezra returned.
"Is Elena sleeping?" He asked me and took some juice from the fridge.
"Yep" I said and continued writing my essay after taking my earphones off.
Ezra walked towards the table where I was sitting. "What's this?" He inquired.
"It's an essay that I have to finish for tomorrow! I answered and looked at him briefly.
"Do you need help?" He asked and took a sip of his orange juice.
"No. Thanks anyway" I smiled. I had to say no; I had wanted to say yes, I don't know what's happened to me during the day but something about Ezra intrigued me. In a way it's scary because I'd never felt like this about anyone before. We met today, talked a few times and all I want to do is to kiss him. What's happening to me?
"Are you sure? I could check if there are misspellings" Ezra offered.
"I don't have them. Spelling's my area" I smiled proudly.
"Someone's confident" He grinned.
"It's the truth" I said my voice full of confidence.
"Is that so?" He asked and grabbed my essay from me.
"Hey!" I exclaimed. I stood up and tried to get my essay off him, but somehow managed to spill his juice on his shirt. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry" I stuttered, grabbed a towel and started to wipe his shirt.
"It's okay. It's only juice" He said gently. I looked at his face, and didn't know what I was thinking when I slowly leaned in and kissed his warm lips and Ezra responded. I moved to sit on his lap so I was straddling him, brushing my lips against his again. We broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes.
"What did my essay look like?" I whispered him slightly breathlessly.
"Astonishing" Ezra groaned. My phone ringing interrupted the moment we were having. I stood up to retrieve the phone from my bag. It was Elena and Ezra's mom Caroline. I picked up and tried to sound perfectly normal which was difficult. She told me she'd be home in ten minutes and since it was so late, she promised to pay my taxi to home. I hang up and looked at Ezra.
"It was your mom. She's home soon" I said and started to pack my books into my bag. Ezra wished me goodnight and went upstairs to his room. My head was confused but definitely in a good way. When I recalled the kiss I shared with Ezra, I felt butterflies in my stomach.
So I was baby sitting the other night myself and got the idea for this story. I hope you liked it. I love your reviews :) Also, it's rated M for a reason
