A/N This is my first fanfic. The authors do this A/N thing, right? Meh.
Well, tell me what you think.
I don't own the awesomeness that is The Princess Diaries, or like, anything from it. So, yeah.
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Babysitter
Mrs. Moscovitz bustled around her apartment, looking for her grey coat. Everything was so much harder to find when Maya wasn't around to help- The housekeeper had been given the day off to do whatever she does in her free time.
"Looking for this?" Mrs. Moscovitz's daughter, Lilly said, strolling into the room. Lilly held her mother's coat in her hands.
"Oh Lilly," Mrs. Moscovitz said as she grabbed the coat. "Where did you find it?"
Lilly just laughed once and left the room. I guess I don't really want to know, Mrs. Moscovitz thought.
Mrs. Moscovitz put on her heels and walked into her son's room. Michael was on his laptop. He didn't notice his mom walk into the room until she turned off his blaring music.
"Michael," She began. Michael was alerted by her tone and was automatically suspicious. "I need you to do something for me." He turned his chair to face his mom. "Mia is spending the night, and since Maya's not here, I figured-"
"Mom, no!" Michael jumped out of his chair. "Lilly and Mia are twelve. They can take care of themselves!"
Mrs. Moscovitz raised her eyebrows, and Michael groaned loudly.
Of course they can't take care of themselves. Michael thought bitterly. The last time they "took care of themselves", they nearly burned the apartment down.
Mrs. Moscovitz sat on her son's bed. "Please, Michael. Your father and I never do anything together, and Maya barely gets any time off. It just so happens that both of those things are happening at once."
Guilt trip. Nice. Michael thought
Mrs. Moscovitz sighed and said "Lilly and Mia aren't bad kids, Michael."
"Mia's not. But Lilly….." He let his voice trail off suggestively.
"Anyways," Mrs. Moscovitz snapped. "You wouldn't have to do much, just make sure they don't get into any trouble." She shook her head. "Plus, the girls aren't that much younger than you. You might have fun!"
Michael looked doubtful as he sunk into his chair, "Fine." He said, turning back to his laptop. "I'll do it. What time does she get here?"
Just then, they heard Lilly yell at the top of hr lungs, "MIA'S HERE!"
Mrs. Moscovitz smiled and left the room.