Babysitting Blues
Chapter 1: First Impressions
"I feel so sorry for you, man," Jean Havoc muttered as he pulled the car to a stop at their destination.
Roy Mustang, his friend smirked sidelong at him, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"I'm sure they're not that bad," he mumbled, moving to unlock the passenger door. Jean snorted, displaying that he disagreed with his friend.
"I heard from Jodie that they flooded the bathroom while she was watching them," he started, but by now Roy had lost interest and had climbed out of the car.
"Just come back at ten to pick me up. I'd rather not walk the whole way back to East City," his raven-haired chum grinned. Jean nodded, slipping a cigarette into his mouth, and switched on the radio, preparing himself for the journey back alone.
As he pulled away, Roy half-heartedly waved, before turning to face the lone house atop the hill; where he would be spending the next few hours.
As he chapped on the front door, a brunette appeared, dressed in work attire. She smiled brightly, mirroring Roy's mother when he had been small.
"Are you Roy Mustang?" She asked. Roy nodded. The brunette stepped aside to let the 17-year-old into her home.
After closing the door behind them, the brunette strolled past Roy, coming to a stop at the foot of the stairs. She picked up three bags; one handbag for personal belongings like her cell phone, the other two; briefcases for her work equipment.
"I'm Trisha Elric. Please don't call me Mrs. Elric, though, as it makes me sound old," she chuckled, holding her hand out for Roy to take. He shook it, nodding.
"Well, Trisha, you have all of my details, like my phone number. So, if you need to cancel a date for me coming to watch over, give me a ring. I'll answer it, even if I'm at school," Roy mumbled. Trisha nodded.
"And you have all my work details so that if something happens, you can inform me about it," she replied. It was Roy's turn to nod his head.
"Right…" he said. Trisha grinned, tilting her head back towards the stairs.
"Boys! Can you come down for a moment?" Her call resulted in two pairs of thundering footsteps descending the stairs, one heavier than the other.
Moments later, two blondes stood in front of Trisha. One with shorter and darker hair clung onto Trisha tightly, giving Roy wary glances while the other, with longer, brighter hair scowled and folded his arms at the newcomer.
"Boys, I would like you to meet Roy Mustang, your new babysitter," Trisha explained in a mothering tone. Roy grinned sheepishly at the two pairs of eyes boring into him. One set gold, the other brown.
"And Roy, this is Alphonse, my youngest," Trisha continued, patting the small head of the child gripping onto her. "And this is Edward." She pointed to the child with folded arms.
"Hello Alphonse and Edward," Roy said. He bent down to their level, smiling.
"I won't bite, trust me." With that slight joke, Alphonse tore away from his mother, charging over to Roy, ploughing him down. Edward remained stationary by the foot of the stairs, surveying his 'babysitter' with curious eyes.
Roy lifted Alphonse into his arms, adjusting him onto his hip so he could shake Trisha's hand in farewell.
"I'll be back around ten. Their bedtime is nine, since they have school in the morning," Trisha explained as she proceeded down the front path towards her car. "And boys, try to behave." Edward sniggered at her remark, signifying that he would definitely be disobeying it.
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Once Trisha was far into the distance, Roy turned and headed back inside, followed by the two young brothers.
"So how old are you boys?" he attempted to start a conversation to destroy the tense atmosphere.
"I'm 7 years old and Brother is 8," Alphonse gladly informed him.
"So…quite young then," Roy replied, heading into the living room. Alphonse quickly scurried in after him, while Ed shuffled along, deep in thought. Alphonse struggled to climb onto the sofa to sit beside Roy, and eventually the teen took pity in him and lifted his small body.
Edward, instead of heading to sit beside the two on the couch simply took a seat by the fire, his eyebrows furrowed as he continued to think.
"I hear you boys have quite a reputation of getting rid of babysitters after their first time here," Roy continued. Alphonse snickered, and Edward managed a small smile, staring blankly at the flames crackling away in the fireplace.
"Brother's the one who comes up with all the tricks!" Alphonse giggled.
"Right…well I can tell you now…none of your childish tricks are going to work on me. My patience is as thick as steel," Roy mumbled. Edward gave him a glare from the fireplace, sending him a silent warning that his pride was soon to be dented.
Great first impressions then.
Author's Note: This is my first multi-chapter story...so please tell me if I should continue it or not :) Read and review please!