OK, first let me just say that I LOVE THIS SERIES!!! ^^ I'm addicted to it. Second, I have no clue where this idea came from. I just love the thought of Chloe babysitting. And third, THIS IS NOT A CHOLE/DEREK!!! If you don't like it, I suggest you leave right now. I own nothing, the first chapter is short, and review please!
'I can do this,' I told myself one more time. You're probably thinking, "Chloe? Babysitting? Yeah right!" but hey, there is a first time for everything.
Here's the thing: Andrew is nice and everything, but I just don't feel too comfortable allowing him to pay for everything that I need. And, plus, I'm getting really bored at Andrew's place. Don't get me wrong; I mean, a bed, a shower, and plenty of food is great compared to what I've gotten stuck with in the past.
But according to Tori, I'm just a "lazy little brat who just sits around all day because the world revolves around me." I actually kind of got a kick out of that, but she is actually right. I haven't done anything productive ever since the night I helped Derek avoid being a wolf.
So here I am, on my way to the Thomas household, thinking about what could go wrong. Nothing. At least, if the Edison group doesn't burst down the door with the SWAT team behind them telling me to get in the car with a gun at my head. But what are the chances of that?
Derek didn't want me to actually do this. Simon thought it would be great. He was always good with kids. Tori just plain didn't care. Andrew said it wasn't necessary. But I am going to do it anyway.
"If you need help, or you think the Edison group is nearby, or there's a body lying somewhere, just call me and we're get you out of there, OK?" Derek had told me for the fifteenth time before I left. He worries way too much. "The last thing we need is a headline screaming, Dark haired teenager is seen running around and scaring local residence with zombies on her tail because that would be a straight giveaway."
"I'll be fine," I had told him. "Besides, when have I ever been wrong before?"
He opened his mouth to answer.
"Don't answer that!" I had said quickly. And now, here I am, on a bus, thinking this over. I had a cell phone, and could call Derek. But that won't be necessary…right? I mean, I had talked to Mrs. Thomas on the phone before I left, and she said that she had three children; one seven year old girl, one four year old boy and one two year old boy.
I could totally do this.
I had reached the house. It was a decent size, and it was kind of in the middle of nowhere. There was a forest around the back of the house, and a garden in front of it. The garden had those little cheep lawn gnomes in front of it, and fake rocks engraves with silly little things like, "weeds go away" and "welcome". If that didn't scream happy cheery home, I didn't know what did.
The house was actually pretty cute. It looked like the house out of Cinderella. White, brown, tiny hint of black, lots of windows; really nice. I walked up the porch steps and took in a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair. Then I knocked three times on the brown front door.
I was a necromancer. I could bring dead people back to life. I could escape ghosts that wanted revenge on me for slamming them into their bodies by accident. I could do this. Besides, three kids. What could go wrong?
