Chapter One: The. Worst. Babysitter. EVER.
He sifted through the crowd in a panic. 'It wasn't supposed to be like this! It's out of control! Way too many people!' he thought.
"I should have never said ANYTHING to Hayner! He told everybody! Mom will be home any minute!" he muttered to himself. He knew if his mom found out, that would be the end of his home alone privlages. He climbed up on a table above the party.
"EVERYBODY!" he shouted, waving his hands in the air. "Hey! PEOPLE! Party's over! Go HOME! DAMMIT PAY FUCKING ATTENTION!" he screamed over the noise. People turned to him.
"Wooo, Roxas!" some guy hooted.
"Nice party!"
"Take it off!" someone else yelled. Roxas glared in his direction.
"I am going to be in HUGE trouble if my mom finds out about this party- I need you to pick up trash and straighten up whatever has been screwed with!"
"How is Brad supposed to straighten up Cindy?"
"WHAT?!" Roxas said.
"Yeah, they went upstairs a few minutes ago."
"Oh, god..." Roxas muttered, face palming.
"When you stop having a meltdown, we will listen." Then the party started back up, full swing. Roxas barely heard his mom pull up. He looked at his shirt. He had stains all over the deep green fabric from people dripping booze everywhere. He reeked of alcohol, and his breath had an underlying smell of beer. He instantly regretted having a party in the first place. His mother was an actress- she went in for a role just yesterday. She had called five minutes ago to tell him she was returning home early. 'I'm so screwed!' he thought. The front door opened, and the crowd of twenty or so people all turned.
"ROXAS VENTUS THE 13TH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" she screamed. "GET OUT, EVERYONE! ROXAS, YOU ARE GROUNDED!" People cleared out quickly after that. She stormed through the house, chasing out the stragglers. As soon as everyone was out, she sat Roxas on the couch.
"Roxas, do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" she demanded.
"I can guess..." he replied quietly.
"You have been drinking, you threw a party without permission OR supervision, and I caught two teens fornicating in one of the guest rooms. You're only fifteen, for pity's sake!"
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"Just be glad your father's not here. You know how hard it's been for us since the divorce!" she started. "Ventus took your sister and half brother, and I barely hung onto you. You have no idea how much trust I had in you... And you blew it. I got the job and I'll be gone for the next week. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow."
"What's going to happen to me?"
"I'm going to get a live-in babysitter."
"A NANNY?!"
"Yes. A nanny. I can't trust you home alone Roxas- tonight showed me that. Clean this mess up, then go upstairs and get ready for bed. GO!"
"Yes, ma'm..." He worked on cleaning everything up for three hours. Then he got ready for bed. He looked at his clock before he lay down- 11:24 p.m. He had school tomorrow. When his mom woke him up the next morning, she was on the phone.
"So you can be here Thursday?-Roxas, get up!- Yes... yes! Thank you so much... Yes, you'll be paid weekly... Uh-huh...-Roxas, get out of bed! NOW!- Great... Yes... I'll email you a list... Okay... Hang on, let me get a pen- Roxas, if you don't get up right now..."
"I'm up! I'm up!" he insisted, leaping out of bed. He was in enough trouble already. 'A nanny... She is going to find little Roxas is going to raise hell about this...' he thought deviously. He would make sure she would leave and not return.
He dressed in his favorite outfit- his black and tan pants, black shoes, black and grey shirt, white t-vest, and he spiked his hair like he did every day. He put on his rings and wristbands and went downstairs, grabbing his bag on the way out of his room. His mom put down a plate of toaster waffles on the table, still discussing prices with the nanny. He grabbed them and stood there, waiting for his mom to finish.
"I'll be leaving at noon so you'll have to pick him up from school... I'll email you directions. Okay... I'll call later, I have to take him to school... Yes... Okay... Okay, great... Alrighty, then... Buh-bye," she hung up. "I got your nanny, Roxas."
"Yaaayy," he said boredly around his waffle.
"You'll meet the nanny after school on Thursday. Please, please be good- I'm paying for one every week. Not certified, but this one has had experience babysitting and helping out at a daycare. You'll love it," she said, smiling. Her dark hair and dark eyes... She looked almost exactly like his sister, Xion, but Xion had Roxas and Roxas's dad, Ventus's, blue eyes. His half brother was from a previous marriage of his dad's... It fell apart when his half-brother's mom found out Roxas's mom was pregnant, too. As soon as Sora was born she gave him to Roxas's dad. Sora never has really called Roxas's mom 'mom', especially when he found out Yuffie wasn't HIS biological mother, but she was Roxas's. Roxas's mother was a stunt double and an actress- super busy, all the time.
"I don't want a nanny!" Roxas complained.
"I had no other choice, Roxas," she said, walking with him to the car. She called it the 'Roxas Car', just because it was the car she used specifically for him. She had one she used for her, and being rich enough for two cars, she had a mansion as well. Roxas couldn't believe he had to share one of those six or seven rooms with a nanny. He would go through his classes, knowing each one that passed was forty five minutes closer to meeting his nanny. Oh, she would have a surprise. He would hide some lube in his room to suggest he does naughty things to himself, borrow some of those magazines from Hayner... Yes... She would find Roxas to be a little bastard, all right. When he had gotten into the car that morning, he didn't say much. He had just thought about how he had went to his room last night after grabbing the lubricating jelly from the garage- his mom used it sometimes to make sure the lint catcher in the dryer would slide out easily. He also found some of his dad's old books down there the same night- and not just books. Magazines. He wouldn't have to ask Hayner after all. He had stashed the lube in his sock drawer. He had stashed the mags under his mattress. There would be some problems for this nanny. He would make sure of it. After school, he did his homework. Then, Roxas got into bed after a shower, hair combing and tooth brushing. He woke up the next morning to his mom griping him to get moving and before he left for school, she told him goodbye for a week.
"Bye, Roxas- I'm going to miss you. I'm leaving the nanny the keys to the Roxas car so it will be here with the nanny this afternoon. Okay?"
"Okay... Mom, I can't stress enough how much I DON'T WANT A NANNY."
"I had to, Roxas. I love you and I'll see you next Saturday. Buh-buys, Deedles."
"MOOMM! You're not supposed to say that at school, or anywhere!" he hissed. She waved, rolled up the window and drove off. Roxas went through his schedule, as usual. 'This nanny will pay for coming into my life,' he thought. 'I'll make for certain she'll quit by the end of tomorrow.' When the bell rang for lunch, Roxas grabbed whatever looked appealing from the line and sat down with Pence, Hayner, and Olette.
"Heya, Roxas- you look mad. What's up?" Hayner asked.
"Well, after you blabbed about a party, it got out of control, mom came home early, aaannnddd long story short I'm grounded and I have a nanny because my mom doesn't trust me. Thank you so much, Hayner!" he said sarcastically.
"Ehh. Can't be that bad. I heard from a cousin's friend's cousin that he got a nanny and she was young AND super hot. They ended up dating behind his mom's back," Hayner said.
"You liar. And even if that could happen with my luck I'll get a grouchy old bitch," Roxas said irritatedly.
"Well, if I could help you Roxas, I would, but I don't know how," Olette said.
"I'm just gonna try and make her hate it... Maybe she'll quit on her own," Roxas said hopefully. He thought a second. "Heyy! I know how you can help me, Olette! But I need a huge favor."
"What is it?" she asked wearily.
"I want you to pretend to have sex with me so if the nanny walks in, she'll catch us and run away screaming. Can you do that? You won't have to be naked- just stripped enough to where it's believable," Roxas explained.
"I don't know... I got kicked out of an elementary school play because I was horrible at acting..." she said.
"Come on, Olette. I need you," Roxas pleaded.
"I can't, anyway... I'm seeing someone."
"That's just an excuse," Roxas said. "Pleeeeaaaassse!"
"Fine. Call me when you need me."
"Yes!" Roxas cheered. "This nanny is going to regret the day she ever met me!"

During last period that day, in the final seconds of school, Roxas started staring absentmindedly outside the window. He saw the dark colored 'Roxas Car' with its dark windows and slim blue streak down the side. He could only see the driver's hands on the wheel. The bell rang and he slowly got up, avoiding the bustling kids rushing to escape. He shuffled down the hall and out the doors that go to the parking lot. He barely saw over some of the kid's heads, but he caught sight of the car, and found a huge surprise.
There, leaning on the side of the car was a bright, fiery red haired man, who's hair was spiked all over the place, all of it traveling towards behind him, like he used a giant hairdryer in the morning to blow it in place. He had a straight nose, light, fair skin, and dark sunglasses on. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and black skinny jeans, with motorcycle boots and he had his arms crossed, scanning the crowd for Roxas. Roxas could see this man was attracting quite a bit of attention from a group of seniors not three yards from him. Suddenly, he felt it. His face turned towards Roxas's direction like a watchdog who heard someone sneaking into the yard. Roxas could feel the man's eyes burning through his face. Roxas froze. What should he do? He knew the man had already identified him. Should he ignore it and keep walking? The man lowered his sunglasses, revealing bright, practically glowing green eyes that captivated Roxas before he could even try. The options flowed through his mind again- fight or flight? Before Roxas could come to a decision, the man slowly lifted one hand to his face, and uncurled and straightened his finger in a beckoning motion that said 'come here.' Roxas hung his head as he walked to the man.
"Well... You must be Roxas," the man said tauntingly. He pushed his sunglasses back up and Roxas noticed small purple teardrop shaped tattoos peeking under the man's glasses.
"You must be the nanny," Roxas responded. "I..."
"Expected a woman? Nope. You must be wondering my name- it's Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I hope you'll give me a tour of the house. Your mom already went over some things but I want to be sure."
"Dude, if she already-"
"Ah ah ah! You'll address me as 'sir', got it memorized?"
"Yes! I've known you for five seconds and you've asked me that twice!"
"Just making sure that... You got it memorized," Axel said, just TRYING to irritate him, now.
"Just take me home," Roxas muttered as he got into the back seat. He normally had shotgun, but he wanted to be as far from this Axel as possible. When they got to the house, Roxas began to search for the key. His mom liked to shift the plastic rock, but Roxas realized it was gone.
"What the...?" he asked, confused. He heard a jingling from behind him. He whirled around, seeing Axel with a large thread key holder- the kind you hang around your neck. 'He must've had it in his pocket,' Roxas thought. Axel pulled up one key.
"Your mom let me have the spare under the rock. After that party you won't go unmonitored as long as I'm here- got it memorized?" Axel said, unlocking the door. He let Roxas in, first. Roxas slipped inside and threw his stuff on the counter in the kitchen and made his way to the fridge. He would just try to ignore Axel if he could help it. Axel followed him and leaned in the doorway. Roxas grabbed one of the cokes in the fridge and an apple. He put down the apple, not really wanting to eat it but he knew if he didn't follow his mom's 'one healthy after school snack' rule, Axel would more than likely nark on him. He cracked open the soda and got started on his math.
"So, I see you have an apple here... You like apples, Roxas?" Axel asked, swiping the apple from the counter.
"Mom's rule. I got to eat something healthy after school," Roxas said irritatedly.
"Well... Your mom's not here, is she?" Axel asked.
"Well... No..."
"Then you better eat this apple, or... I'll tell her her cute little Deedles broke her rule," Axel taunted, taking a bite out of the apple.
"Keep teasing me, asshole- I'll tell my mom you were bullying me," Roxas said, standing up and snatching the apple from Axel's astonished hands. Axel grabbed the front of his shirt and met Roxas's eye level.
"Listen- I won't put up with brats, got me? I don't want to hear that language directed at me again or else I will make you a broken Deedles, got it memorized?" Axel said angrily and shoved Roxas back. "Do your math."
"Hmph," Roxas said, sitting down. He turned the bite away and continued to eat the apple. After finishing his homework, Roxas started towards his room. Axel was following him. Roxas put his hand on the handle and turned around.
"What?" Roxas demanded.
"That your room?" Axel asked.
"We get new news from Captain Obvious- of course it's my room," Roxas said sarcastically.
"Don't be a smart ass, I just asked a question."
"Don't ever come in here unless I say so, 'got it memorized?'" Roxas said, doing an idiotic impersonation of Axel.
"News flash, Deedles- I go in there when your mom's list says I can and have to. Right here- 'You aren't limited. Go wherever you want in the house except my bedroom.'" Axel said, pulling out a paper and reading from it.
"Stop calling me 'Deedles.' Only my mom can do that."
"Oh, but remember- I'm not limited. I can call you Deedles if I want to."
"Ugh!" Roxas slipped into his room and flopped onto his bed. This was going to be a looooonng week. He spoke into his pillow:
"Worst. Nanny. Ever."