BabySitter

Yeah just randomly came up with it, I hope you like it (: if you do R&R pleeaaaseeee???

Beatles Household- 4pm

"Four"

"No"

"Six"

"No!"

"Ten!"

"NO!"

"Come on Wally!"

Wallabee Beatles looked up from his ipod and glared at his mother. He was now 15, taller and had grown his hair out of his bowl cut. He rolled his eyes.

"Mom! I'm not gonna spend my Valuable Friday night looking after a little kid! You can't put a price on a Friday night" He went back to his ipod.

"COME on Wally, It's just one night! Your father and I haven't been out in ages" She was growing desperate. "It's just one night with your brother"

Wally laughed. "Yeah, one night with a walking, talking, hitting brat."

Joey, who was sitting across from him at the dinner table, stuck his tongue out at his older brother.

"Wally" His mother muttered, rubbing her temples. "One night, is all I'm asking…"

"I have plans"

"Thirty dollars, for the whole night"

Wallabee growled and glared at her. "Mom, if you're so eager to pay for someone to baby-sit the brat, hire someone and leave me alone."

Mrs. Beatles bit her lip and looked at Joey, who was glaring at Wallabee, angry that his older brother was paying no attention to his stares.

"I don't want to leave him alone…" She muttered.

"You mean you don't want a complete stranger to put a restraining order on you because of the brat" Wallabee scoffed, and then yelped as Joey kicked him hard in the knee under the table.

"Besides" His mother continued, "There isn't anyone responsible to hire."

Wally grimaced as he rubbed his throbbing knee. "Well don't look at me, I've got plans tonight."

His mother sighed and threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine, I'll make some calls" and with that she left the room.

Wally glared at his little brother, who returned the stare with matching emerald eyes.

"That hurt you brat."

"I'm no brat" Joey said folding his short arms over his chest. "You're just stupid."

Wally narrowed his eyes. "Don't call me stupid."

"I'll call you whatever I want, and that's what you are." He poked out his tongue at him and laughed.

"You little-"he threw himself across the table at his little brother, who jumped off the chair and ran out of the room laughing.

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Joey looked grouchy as he watched his mother walk triumphantly down the stairs, looking much greater than before, with a newly painted lipstick mouth and mascara eyes under her newly brushed hair.

"Moooom" he whined as she checked herself in the mirror. "I don't want a babysitter; I can take care of myself."

"You're five, Joey."

"Almost six"

He watched his father walk down the stairs, fumbling around in his wallet for his car keys.

"Found them?" his mother asked his father worriedly.

"No, not yet." He ran a hand through his hair, "I left them on the bench after work, and I know I did. Joey- you saw me put them-"

He broke off; Joey couldn't hide his smile in time. His mother narrowed her mascara eyes at him.

"Hand them over"

He shoved a hand in his pocket and handed over the key.

"You better be good for this babysitter Joey, Mommy made a lot of calls to get her, she's apparently very good, and if I so much as get one phone call-"

Joey frowned and folded his arms. "I'm always good."

His mother opened her mouth to reply, then shook her head and sighed, looking at the clock.

"We should be back around 10, your brother's leaving in half an hour, ok?"

"Whatever Mom." Joey scoffed, looking moody. He hated being treated like a five year old; all he wanted was to go with his older brother anyway. Why did Wallabee have to be such a jerk to him?

She knelt down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he quickly rubbed off straight away. With a final "Be good" both her and his father had walked out the door. He walked half heartedly through the window to watch their car pull out of the driveway. He felt his eyes begin to water and he quickly wiped that away too. He knew he was too old to start crying just because he didn't have his mom and dad with him. He could hear Wallabee on the phone, probably talking to some girl. He smiled, finally something to cheer him up.

"And so I was like, yeah whatever, and she's like, yeah so true, and I'm like, yeah whatever, and she's all like-"

He felt like he'd heard the same story over and over with Chantelle, but he still at least half paid attention to what she was saying, he couldn't let Chantelle think he was a non- sensitive kind of guy.

"Yeah I hear that" He muttered when a second of silence appeared in the girls conversation that seemed never-ending. He opened the fridge; phone still glued to his ear as she jabbered on about more subjects he wasn't even listening to. He took a swig of milk and put it back, wiping his milk moustache as the girl on the other end of the line continued her mindless speech about her and her friends' outfits.

"Yeah then I said to her, I said Oh my god that fringe cut was so 2 weeks ago! And she's like Oh my god so not, then I was like Oh My God I cannot believe she just disagreed with me, like totally uncalled for, THEN Oh my god your never going to believe this, she actually-"

Wallabee rounded a corner and found Joey, sitting on the floor watching cartoons. He grabbed the remote and flicked to another channel. Joey turned around and glared at him.

"I was watching that!"

"Shutup already" he muttered and sat on the couch, rolling his eyes as Chantelle continued to talk, and talk.

Joey stood up and tried to steal the remote back, but his brother, being 10 years older, against him stood no chance. With a kick aimed at him, he walked off in a huff.

"Wally? Wally? Are you even, like, paying ATTENTION." He heard Chantelle scream at the other end.

"Sure, Babe, Sure, Sorry just my brother…"

"Ok, good, so as I was saying, Yeah, Steph's totally wearing the exact same shirt I was wearing on the exact same day, but in gym, because you know I don't wear the same shirt for gym, like in normal day wear, because that is like, gross and like seriously-"

"Like, Oh My God, who is this Wally, your OTHER girlfriend?"

Wally sat up straight as the phony girl accent interrupted Chantelle's chatter.

"OH MY GOD!" Chantelle squawked. "Like, who is this?"

"This is, um, Janie, and I'm Wallabee's girlfriend."
"Like Oh My God Bee! I thought you said you were single!"

With a click, he realized she's hung up.

"JOEY! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

He raced to the other phone in the kitchen, where his younger brother was in hysterics. Wallabee picked up a kitchen knife to dramatize the effect. Joey's eyes widened in fear and ran out. Wally was about to race after him, when the doorbell made him stop.

Groaning, he walked over and pulled it open, then his mouth followed.

There stood the most beautiful girl he'd seen, one of his friends in school, Kuki Sanban. They hadn't talked in a while, months, ever since Wallabee had gotten into the popular crowd. She had long glossy raven hair, her trademark green sweater and black jeans with pink shoes, also her pearly white smile, which lit up when she saw him.

"I'm here for Joey- Wallabee? Is that you?"

"Uh, Uh, Yeah, Hey."

He tried to smile his best grin at her, then her eyes found the long knife still in his hand, and he hid it behind his back.

"Wow, it's been ages, can I come in?"

"Yeah" he muttered, still watching her.

"I hear you have plans tonight."

"I do?" He asked, confused, his thoughts were elsewhere…."Oh, yeah with Hoagie and some of the guys…" he muttered, suddenly that didn't seem as important.

To be continued….

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