Babysitting
Skye Rocket
A/N: All righty, this is just a weird idea I had. Pretty much no plot, but that's okay. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge or Christian or Satine, nor do I own or intend to promote the purchase of any products which may or may not be mentioned. I hope that clears up any confusion. ^__^
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"Do we have to do this?" I asked, a soft hint of fear in my sapphire eyes. Satine folded her arms and stared back at me seriously.
"We already said that we would, Christian, of course we do!" Satine said, in a semi-scolding tone. "You know, you look pretty cute when I can tell you're scared." I sniggered.
"Well, can't argue with that," I cracked, kissing her softly. She reached out and rang to doorbell on the nice, one story yellow house. It seemed harmless, but I couldn't get the fact that a tremendous evil could lie within the walls of the building. I heard footsteps coming to the door. It swung open slowly. A woman in a black dress stood at the door.
"Come in, you must be the babysitters!" She said warmly. "I'm Kathy, and I'm so happy you could come on such short notice." I pasted on a fake smile.
"It was our pleasure," I lied.
"So you must be Satine and you are Christian. Correct?" Kathy thought out loud, but getting our names right. Satine nodded with a warm smile. I knew hers wasn't fake. Satine loved children, and that was why we were here. Kids hated me though. A second woman joined Kathy, who introduced herself as Marcy.
"The kids are waiting to meet you," Marcy said, leading Satine and I into the kitchen. Five children stood in a line. "I'll introduce my kids first, since there are more of them," she said to Kathy who smiled and nodded.
Marcy walked over to a little girl with freckles and hair in a soft shade of brown. "This is Marilyn," she said, holding the girl's shoulders. Marilyn wore a flowered t-shirt and pink shorts. "She's my youngest daughter." She moved to a boy with black hair that had blonde streaks in it.
"And this is Alex," she said, pointing to the boys. To my confusion, Alex gave me a salute. Alex wore some sort of meshy-fabric shirt and denim shorts.
"This would be Avery," Marcy continued, moving to the tallest boy, who had brown eyes and blonde/brown hair that was cut very short. I extended my hand for him to shake, but instead, Avery slapped it. Avery was dressed in the same outfit as Alex but his shirt was blue instead of green. From there Kathy took over.
"This is Tobias. But we all call him Tobey," Kathy introduced. Tobey was a boy who looked to be about ten or eleven. He had blue eyes and blonde hair and wore a t-shirt with evil looking fish on it and black shorts. He squinted his eyes and slapped my hand.
"Hey homie g-dog," he said in an exaggerated tone. Gosh, these children were so strange. But then again, what child wasn't? Kathy moved to the last person in line.
"And this is my daughter, Marion," she said proudly. Marion seemed oblivious. She looked like a female version of her brother Tobey. I extended my hand and, not looking me in the eye, Marion shook it. She had a firm grip too. She was dressed in faded jeans with patches that had stars, stripes, paint, and etc. on them around the shins and ankles, and a white shirt with puffy short sleeves.
"We better get going," Marcy said. She turned to Avery and Marion. "Try to keep an eye on things. I left our cell phone number on the fridge. We'll be with your fathers and Grandma and Grandpa." With that, Marcy and Kathy left. And we were all alone with those children. Alex, Avery, Tobey and Marilyn ran off. But Marion stayed behind.
"So…" Satine said but her voice trailed off. Marion appeared to have not heard her. She opened a tall, white, metal looking box with a door on it that had a label that said "Fridgidare" on it and pulled out a small red can. She popped it open and began to drink from it.
"Uh, are you sure you're supposed to have that?" I found myself asking. Marion shrugged.
"I really don't care," she replied, blowing a hair out of her eye. Hrmph. When I was a child her age, people never answered like that to there elders. She blushed. "Sorry. I have a wicked migraine." She slumped onto the couch. Satine and I sat on the other.
Marion picked up her book.
"Uh, what are you reading?" I asked. A soft smile played on her lips.
"It's called A Beautiful Mind."
"What's it about?"
"It's about this genius math guy who get schizophrenia and thinks people are there when they really aren't. And then he wins the Nobel Prize. And he doesn't die," Marion explained, relishing the words.
"Sounds nice," I mused.
I just hoped we survived this night!
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Hey! I hope you enjoyed it. A bit of a rocky start. And after this I think I am going to have a chapter from the POV of everyone (Satine, Christian, the kids). Look out for the next chappy-ter. *cough cough* I mean chapter.
Til Next Time,
Skye Rocket
Skye Rocket
A/N: All righty, this is just a weird idea I had. Pretty much no plot, but that's okay. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge or Christian or Satine, nor do I own or intend to promote the purchase of any products which may or may not be mentioned. I hope that clears up any confusion. ^__^
*******
"Do we have to do this?" I asked, a soft hint of fear in my sapphire eyes. Satine folded her arms and stared back at me seriously.
"We already said that we would, Christian, of course we do!" Satine said, in a semi-scolding tone. "You know, you look pretty cute when I can tell you're scared." I sniggered.
"Well, can't argue with that," I cracked, kissing her softly. She reached out and rang to doorbell on the nice, one story yellow house. It seemed harmless, but I couldn't get the fact that a tremendous evil could lie within the walls of the building. I heard footsteps coming to the door. It swung open slowly. A woman in a black dress stood at the door.
"Come in, you must be the babysitters!" She said warmly. "I'm Kathy, and I'm so happy you could come on such short notice." I pasted on a fake smile.
"It was our pleasure," I lied.
"So you must be Satine and you are Christian. Correct?" Kathy thought out loud, but getting our names right. Satine nodded with a warm smile. I knew hers wasn't fake. Satine loved children, and that was why we were here. Kids hated me though. A second woman joined Kathy, who introduced herself as Marcy.
"The kids are waiting to meet you," Marcy said, leading Satine and I into the kitchen. Five children stood in a line. "I'll introduce my kids first, since there are more of them," she said to Kathy who smiled and nodded.
Marcy walked over to a little girl with freckles and hair in a soft shade of brown. "This is Marilyn," she said, holding the girl's shoulders. Marilyn wore a flowered t-shirt and pink shorts. "She's my youngest daughter." She moved to a boy with black hair that had blonde streaks in it.
"And this is Alex," she said, pointing to the boys. To my confusion, Alex gave me a salute. Alex wore some sort of meshy-fabric shirt and denim shorts.
"This would be Avery," Marcy continued, moving to the tallest boy, who had brown eyes and blonde/brown hair that was cut very short. I extended my hand for him to shake, but instead, Avery slapped it. Avery was dressed in the same outfit as Alex but his shirt was blue instead of green. From there Kathy took over.
"This is Tobias. But we all call him Tobey," Kathy introduced. Tobey was a boy who looked to be about ten or eleven. He had blue eyes and blonde hair and wore a t-shirt with evil looking fish on it and black shorts. He squinted his eyes and slapped my hand.
"Hey homie g-dog," he said in an exaggerated tone. Gosh, these children were so strange. But then again, what child wasn't? Kathy moved to the last person in line.
"And this is my daughter, Marion," she said proudly. Marion seemed oblivious. She looked like a female version of her brother Tobey. I extended my hand and, not looking me in the eye, Marion shook it. She had a firm grip too. She was dressed in faded jeans with patches that had stars, stripes, paint, and etc. on them around the shins and ankles, and a white shirt with puffy short sleeves.
"We better get going," Marcy said. She turned to Avery and Marion. "Try to keep an eye on things. I left our cell phone number on the fridge. We'll be with your fathers and Grandma and Grandpa." With that, Marcy and Kathy left. And we were all alone with those children. Alex, Avery, Tobey and Marilyn ran off. But Marion stayed behind.
"So…" Satine said but her voice trailed off. Marion appeared to have not heard her. She opened a tall, white, metal looking box with a door on it that had a label that said "Fridgidare" on it and pulled out a small red can. She popped it open and began to drink from it.
"Uh, are you sure you're supposed to have that?" I found myself asking. Marion shrugged.
"I really don't care," she replied, blowing a hair out of her eye. Hrmph. When I was a child her age, people never answered like that to there elders. She blushed. "Sorry. I have a wicked migraine." She slumped onto the couch. Satine and I sat on the other.
Marion picked up her book.
"Uh, what are you reading?" I asked. A soft smile played on her lips.
"It's called A Beautiful Mind."
"What's it about?"
"It's about this genius math guy who get schizophrenia and thinks people are there when they really aren't. And then he wins the Nobel Prize. And he doesn't die," Marion explained, relishing the words.
"Sounds nice," I mused.
I just hoped we survived this night!
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Hey! I hope you enjoyed it. A bit of a rocky start. And after this I think I am going to have a chapter from the POV of everyone (Satine, Christian, the kids). Look out for the next chappy-ter. *cough cough* I mean chapter.
Til Next Time,
Skye Rocket