So yes, I know this isn't 'original' enough, blah-blah-blah. I wanted to do it anyways. I hope ya'll like it!

No, I don't own the characters of MBAV or their characteristic traits. ENJOY!

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My name is Benny Weir.

I'm a 17 year old guy in the beginning of my senior year of high school.

And I'm a babysitter.

I know what you're thinking, 'guys don't babysit, blah-blah-blah,' but I make really good money with it.

And I need money.

I'm saving up for college.

I live with my grandma. She's been saving up for me, but I would like to contribute a bit to it.

And I had trouble finding a real job, so I turned to the next available option.

Babysitting.

I'm great with kids, and parents typically love me.

So I figured, there were worse things out there to do than babysitting.

Recently, a new family moved in down the street.

My grandma went over there to meet them, and apparently it's a young couple, and they have a little baby girl.

And they need a babysitter.

And that's where we find me now; outside their house, waiting for them to answer the door.

I'm always nervous when I start a new job. Hopefully I do well. Grandma said these people seem "well off", if you know what I mean.

So, I'm hoping to make good money here.

"Hi, sorry I kept you waiting," a voice called out as the door opened to me. I stared at the guy and had to shake my head. This guy didn't look much older than me! He had dark brown hair that looked almost black, and it looked wavy, or was it curly? He also has deep, dark brown eyes. Looks like a nice enough guy.

"I'm sorry, but how old are you?" He chuckled and opened the door wider.

"Come on in." I follow him in and he leads me to a den –slash- living area. "I'm 20. My name is Ethan Morgan," he says, now holding his hand out to me. I shake his hand and then look around me. The house is small, but nice. "So, your grandma says that you're a babysitter?"

"Yeah…"

"That's… interesting," he says, giving me a nice smile. "I've never met a guy babysitter before."

"Not many people have."

"Why do you do it?"

"Saving for college."

"That's a good reason. Have a seat," he said, motioning to the couch. I nod and sit, him standing still. "Your grandma said you babysit for quite a few people."

"Yeah…"

"Ever get any complaints?"

"If I have, not to my face."

"I like your spunk kid."

"I'm not a kid. You're only a few years older than me." He grinned at me, making me blush and feel uncomfortable. There was something in his stare.

"Am I now…?" he asked quietly, biting his lip as he continued to stare at me. I opened my mouth to speak when a shrill voice called out.

"Was that the sitter at the door?" He sighed and gave me an apologetic smile, but his eyes clearly said something along the lines of 'we're not finished here'.

"Yeah honey, he's here." I stood up as I hear heels click towards us. Soon, we're met with a women who's a little shorter than me, with pale blue eyes and pale blonde hair that is tied up in a tight bun. She's dressed…conservately, to put it nicely.

"Hello," she tells me, her eyes piercing into me. I gulp and give her a smile.

"Hello."

"So Mr…"

"Weir. Benny Weir."

"Mr. Weir. You're a babysitter?"

"Yes ma'am." I watched as her stare flitted to her husband before it landed back on me.

"Okay. I need to run a few errands. My husband here is a stay-at-home writer. He'll be in his office. Do not disturb him. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am," I say, slightly terrified of her. She looks so stern. She gives her husband another glare before looking at me again. "Let me show you our daughter," she said, turning on her heel and striding down the hall. I follow her, feeling her husband's eyes on my back. When we reach the nursery, I see a small baby girl sleeping peacefully on her back. She had pale skin and dark brown curly hair. "This is Julie," she says, her voice and face so much softer than before. "Everything you need for her, diapers, formula, anything, will be in this room. You can grab a baby monitor from the charging station right there, and go anywhere in the house, except my husband's office or our bedroom. You are welcome to anything you need; food, facilities, anything. Just don't bother him and take care of my daughter. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you Mr. Weir. I'll be going now."

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As the night got later, I found myself quite hungry. So, clipping the baby monitor to my belt, I headed towards the kitchen in search of food.

While I had my head buried in the fridge, I felt a hand brush my back. I jerked up to see Mr. Morgan standing behind me.

"I forgot you were here! You scared me!" I say in shock, seeing him giving me a grin that made my skin crawl.

"Sorry about that," he tells me, grinning still. "You hungry?"

"Yeah…"

"How about I make us dinner?"

"Uhh, I don't know… I'm not supposed to bother you."

"You're not. I'm bothering you." I mull over this for a minute before my stomach growls. He hears it too and chuckles.

"Fine," I say, giving him a light smile, "You win." He grins again and steps close to me.

"You'll love it."

Then, he winks. I'm rooted to the spot, in shock, only my eyes moving as they follow him as he bounces around the kitchen, getting food ready.

"So, you in school?"

"Yeah," I get out, finally moving. "I'm a senior in high school."

"Hmm… interesting," he said, giving me a big smile. I gulp again and just nod.

"You're a writer?" I finally get out, making him nod as he begins to cook.

"That I am. My wife thinks it's foolish, but eh, what do I care?"

"Ummm… shouldn't she be back soon?" He let out a bark of a laugh as he began to make grilled cheese.

"Yeah right," he mutters, focusing on the food. "She'll be out as long as she can."

"…Why?" I know I'm being nosey, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"That's complicated," he says softly, bringing me a plate of grilled cheese. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." My face heats up as he chuckles at me. "You sure do blush a lot kid."

"I'm not a kid!"

"Yeah, yeah. Eat your sandwich." As I went to take a bite of it, I see him staring at me, amusement in his dark eyes.

This is going to be a long night.

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Ya'll can totally tell where this is going can't ya'll?

Pretend to be surprised anyways for my sake. Please? REVIEWS ARE LOVE!

Thanks for reading and I guess see ya'll in the second chapter.

-JustMe133