Hello everyone! So, this story is just a bunch of one shots I decided to write about E-Sare and Bennica. I did this because I love writing one shots, (my favorite story type) and I love these two couples! I know there are a lot of one shot collections in the My Babysitter's a Vampire section, so I tried to make all of my one shots as original as possible. So, thanks for reading this, and I hope you enjoy my collection!

Also: The recent MBAV episode Mirror/rorriM was my favorite episode so far I think. You have NO IDEA how much I cracked up when Ethan looked in the mirror for the first time and was like, "Well, I think everything looks good here. Maybe too good..." And then started checking himself out. I was like dying of laughter. As you can probably tell from my stories and constant obsessing, Ethan is most definitely my favorite MBAV character. I had always pegged him as a self-deprecating character, but maybe not. This part of the episode definitely made me question my theory. Haha!

I don't own My Babysitter's a Vampire, or Ethan's nickname Teethan. (I got that from the show) I wish I owned it... Although the couples would have gotten together a LONG time ago if i did! (:

Well, I hope you enjoy my many one shots that I just wrote for fun because I love writing. Enjoy!

One Shot 1: Art Class

"Ahhh, art class. Gotta love it, man!" Benny sighs as he plops down next to me and tosses me a cup of paintbrushes.

"I hate art." I frown.

"Oh, lighten up man! You can't seriously be thinking about the third grade incident still!" My friend rolls his eyes.

"I just don't think it's fair that we're required to have an art credit this year." I say with a shrug.

"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that." The spell master lets out a laugh.

Who can blame me?

If you heard the story of the third grade incident, you would hate art class too!

It all started one gray, foggy day...

A young Ethan Morgan walks into his third grade art class, schedule in hand. He grins as he takes a seat next to his best friend Benny, and they high five each other.

"Ready for art class?" The young spell master gushes.

"Yeah! I wonder if we'll get to draw super heroes today! Rory said their class got too!" Ethan grins.

"Attention, class!" The teacher calls and the remaining kids scramble to their seats.

"For our first day, we'll be doing... Splatter paint!" She clasps her hands together and all the third graders chat excitedly.

"What's spatter paint?" The seer whispers to his friend.

"It's like paintball, but without the guns." Young Benny smirks.

His friend nods in anticipation.

"We have a canvas set up here in this corner, and we will all be taking turns to splatter it!" The teacher explains.

Some of the other boys stand up and run towards the canvas and jump up and down excitedly.

"Can we go first?" They all chime in unison.

"Certainly." The teacher grins.

The boys grab their large paintbrushes and pop open the paint cans on the side.

"Come on, E! Let's go watch!" Benny exclaims and pulls his friend towards the currently being splattered canvas.

"Okay!" Ethan answers excitedly.

Suddenly, one of the boys lets out a small yelp as his paintbrush flies out of his hand (accidentally or on purpose, we're not actually sure) and rolls into the middle of the floor in front of the canvas.

"Oh no! My brush!" The boy whines.

Being the kind, helpful young man Ethan is, he quickly pipes up, "I'll get it!" And unknown to him, the other boys stifle their giggles.

Benny looks around confusedly, not knowing why the other boys are laughing.

Ethan skips over to the paint brush on the floor, and just as he reaches to pick it up...

"NOW!" A voice yells and suddenly the young seer is being splattered with paint. It sticks to him and he starts to yell.

"Help!"

But, that of course doesn't work, because it lets some of the paint enter his mouth.

"Hey, look everyone! Ethan's teeth are dyed green!" The boy yells for everyone to hear.

Sadly for him, that's when the chanting stared.

"Teethan! Teethan! Teethan!"

And that's where my unfortunate nickname came from.

I stare blankly at the board, while the teacher introduces herself and the curriculum. Benny fakes a yawn and I roll my eyes and wait for the news of what we're doing today.

A jock sitting in front of us (coincidently the same boy who dropped his paintbrush all those years ago) turns around and smirks at me.

"Ready for art class, Teethan?" He grins mechanically.

I choose to ignore him and I continue to stare at the board.

"No babysitter to protect you now!" He sneers.

I drop the act and growl at the mention of Sarah.

"Oh, touchy subject I see?" He laughs and turns back around.

Benny shoots me a sympathetic look before turning back to the board.

"For our first day of class we will be doing something new this year, that was introduced by one of our seniors. She will be coming in to help us today with it. Today we're starting with..." She begins, writing on the board.

"Don't say it." I mutter subconsciously.

"...Splatter paint." She finishes and I whip my head up.

"That is... Unfortunate my toothy friend." Benny gives me a pat on the back.

My head goes straight into my hands and I groan as loud as I possibly can without bringing attention to myself.

"To help us today we are bringing in senior Erica Jones." She gestures towards the front of the classroom and Erica walks in followed by Sarah.

"And... A friend?" The teacher adds with a confused expression.

"I'm Sarah." She waves to the class. "Erica's project partner." She hisses in Erica's direction.

I shoot the jock a knowing look and turn to face the girls.

"Alright everyone, get into partners and let's get to work!" She exclaims and I turn to Benny.

He shakes his head, "Sorry, dude. Not in the mood for getting splattered today!" He says before running off to pair up with someone else.

I frown and let out a small sigh as I realize I'm the only one without a partner.

Before the teacher can pair me up with someone Sarah pipes in.

"I'll be with Ethan." She tells her and walks over to me.

"Alright, I guess that settles it. Get to work people!" The teacher says and we all scramble to get started.

"Hey." Sarah smiles in my direction.

"Hi." I frown and look down at my feet.

"What's wrong?" I hear her voice cake over in worry.

"Nothing." I say shortly.

"I didn't get a 'OMG HI, SARAH!' so I'm guessing someone's in a bad mood." She gives me a sad smile.

"Third grade, don't ask." I sigh and pull her to the paints to get started.

We get to our canvas and I stare blankly at it.

"Well, aren't you going to do something to it?" She frowns.

"I don't know." I say back.

She rolls her big brown eyes and swivels her chair around to face me. "Ethan, I can read between the lines. What's up?"

I'm about to answer her but then a shriek travels through the classroom.

"Oh no! I dropped my paintbrush! Could someone get it for me?" The jock sings and everyone bursts into laughter.

I stay seated and continue to stare at my blank canvas, completely ignoring them.

Sarah looks around at the laughing jocks, and at my burning face, so I think she comes to a pretty good assumption as to what is going on.

"I'll get it." She smirks quietly and I reach for her hand but she dodges it.

She struts over to the fallen paintbrush, and bends over to pick it up.

"Are you sure? I mean... Teethan was so much closer, and-" The jock starts.

"Totally sure!" She grins as she tosses the brush to him, causing paint to be flicked onto his jersey.

"Oops, my bad." She shrugs before taking a seat next to me.

The jock stares at her in shock, before rushing to the bathroom to work out the stain. The room erupts into fits of giggles and the jock blushes down at his now died green jersey.

I look at Sarah in amazement and she just shrugs.

"No big."

Soon the class is back to normal, and everyone is silently working on their canvases.

"Um, Ethan?" She asks me.

"Yeah?" I say back.

"You still haven't touched your canvas." She tells me knowingly.

"I know." I sigh.

"Well, the whole third grade thing isn't going to bug you anymore, so what's the problem?"

"I don't know." I shrug my shoulders and glance over to see Benny and Erica having a great time with their canvas, and even flicking paint at each other in the process.

"I think I know what your problem is." She grins.

"Enlighten me." I say sarcastically.

"You need some inspiration. What's inspires you?" Sarah raises her eyebrow.

"I don't know." I say with a shrug.

"You're so boring! Here, let me show you." She reaches into her book bag and pulls out a small canvas.

She hands it to me and I look over it in astonishment.

"This is really good, Sarah." I tell her honestly, as I trace the patterns on the canvas.

"Do you know what it is?" She tilts her head sideways.

I nod. "It's a pair of intertwined hands."

"Not just any pair of hands though," She smiles, "They're ours. Remember when I first met you and we were trying to figure out Jesse's scheme? You asked me to take your hand so you could have a vision." She explains and gestures to the painting. "And thus this painting was born."

"So... I'm your inspiration?" I blurt in bewilderment.

"We're my inspiration." She grins sheepishly. "For some reason, whenever I think about us or you, I can paint or work art almost easily. It just flows." She shrugs with a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks. "You just have to find that."

I glance at her and then back at my canvas. "I think I have my inspiration." I say to myself more than to her.

"I'm glad." She smiles, the blush still apparent on her face.

"I love art." I mumble before starting on my splatter paint version of Sarah.

That's the end of my first one shot! I hope you enjoyed and it would be awesome if you reviewed(: I'll have the next one up soon! Also: I have a lot of them planned out, but if you have a request or want me to do a sequel of any one shot that I write, it would be great if you would let me know (: So until next time... REVIEW (:

Next one shot: Determination