Chapter 3: A Load of BS
By XellAn-Chan
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"You're doing WHAT tonight?!"
Hearing that is never a good thing. And did I hear it; over and over again. What, you might wonder, caused this question to br asked of me? I had simply uttered the phrase "I'm baby-sitting for your cousin." Now, I know you're confused. Who is "your" and who is their cousin? For that matter, who am I?
My name is Mia. I'm eighteen, second oldest of four (my twin's got me beaten by seventeen minutes.), a senior at JCHS and the biggest dork in the world. Well, not the biggest...my boyfriend, Xellos, (who had asked the question that started this story) is even more annoying and dorky than I am. The person in question was his little cousin, Phibrizio.
Any way, now that that's taken care of...on with the story.
"I told you, Xel. I'm sitting for Phibrizio tonight. His mom pays well and I need some extra cash for the DC trip." I told him (Author's Note: I'll have a chapter involving said trip posted after we go to DC ^_^). "The kid's a Hellraiser. Can't you just get extra hours at the library?" My BF protested. "I mean, he's awful. You'll regret this." Could he get any more melodramatic? I didn't think so. "I'll be fine. I've spent time with the little guy before." I told him. "Only when Uncle Shabby is there; not alone. You don't know what you're getting into." "Oh, chill out. And I can't get extra time at the library, it doesn't work that way." He sighed out of exasperation. "Don't say I didn't warn you..."
I had been warned also by my friend Guilia that Phibrizio was horrible. Guilia Ul Copt, one of my casual friends, was related very distantly to Xellos' family. Guilia's sister, Filia, hated Xellos and the two blond girls always told me what a terror their little fifth cousin-once-removed was.
I, of course didn't believe it. I'd seen the kid at Xel's house and he was the cutest thing. He had long, dark hair and the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen. He was only nine and was always so polite. So how was I supposed to know he would make my night miserable?
Promptly at six o'clock, I rang the bell at their house. Phibrizio answered the door, looking as adorable and cheerful as ever. "Hiya, Mia!" He exclaimed, "I can't belive you're gonna stay with me while Mom and Dad go out!" I smiled. "Hi, Phibrizio." I said to him. "MO-OM, DAD!!! MIA'S HERE!" He yelled. His parents came down the stairs together. "Hello, Mia." His dad said, "Phibrizio's already eaten and I expect him to be in bed by ten o'clock. Gaav," He went on, referring to his older son (a college freshman), "Should be home no later than midnight. He'll make sure you get paid and give you a ride home." I nodded, and he looked at his small son. "You had better be good." He warned. then they were out the door.
Phibby and I looked at one another as the door swung shut. Then a grin crossed his face. "Let's go outside!" He suggested. "All right. Let's go." That was fine with me, as long as he stayed away from the reservoir. His family lived near my best friend Merry's and I knew kids got in trouble for going in the res.
He pulled his shoes on and I followed him out the door. "Stay in the yard, Phibby." I told him. Did he listen? Nooo....he just scampered right off into the trees. "Come and find me, if you can!" He laughed. I looked for him. And looked for him. And began to get worried. "Phibrizio! C'mon out! I give up!" I called. Nothing. "Come on; it's not funny!" Still nothing. So I tramped out through the woods to find him.
Where was he? In the res, of course. He was about ankle deep, splashing around with a couple of freshmen from my school. "You're all right, Kid." I heard one of them say, "Here, you want a cigarette?" He made a face. "No. Aunt Zelas smokes. It's disgusting." That didn't sit well with the teenager. "Are you saying I'm disgusting, you little brat?" I ran forwards and dragged him out of the water. "Phibrizio! What are you doing?!" I demanded. " 'M just havin' a little fun." He protested. "I told you to stay in the yard. Come on, we're going back in the house."
He kicked and screamed and protested the whole way, so I wound up carrying him and getting myself nice and muddy on the way up the hill and through the woods. I left his wet shoes out on the porch and forced him upstairs and into the bath tub. He insisted that he could take a bath himself, so I let him.
Big mistake. Water all over the floor, half a bottle of shampoo wasted, you name it, he managed to do it. He did sit still while I cleaned up the floor and toweled and combed his hair. He didn't even complain that I was pulling the tangles.
As I combed out the last snarl, the phone rang. "Oh, oh, I'll get it!" He scampered out of the bathroom and down the hall to his parents' room. "H'llo? Mm-hm...hold on...MIA, IT'S FOR YOU!!!!!!"
I went to see who it was. He held the receiver in one hand, covered the mouthpiece with the other. "Guess who it is." He said eagerly. "Your mom?" "Nope." "Your dad?" "Wrong again. One more wrong guess and I hang up." "...Your brother?" "WRONG!" He went to drop it back in the cradle, but I wrestled it out of his hands. "Don't-you-dare ...Let go...NOW!! ...Hello?" I managed to finally get it away from him. "Sounds like everything's going smoothly." Came Xellos' sarcastic voice, "How you holdin' up?" He asked. "I'm exhausted and it's only been an hour..." I sank down onto the bed. "Well, I have a little advice. Tell him you're gonna call Grandma if he doesn't behave. Grandma scares him. He'll be good." He assured me. "Oh, thanks. What's her number?" I couldn't pretend to call without a number. "Oh, don't worry about that. Uncle Shabby's got her on speed-dial. Good luck." Then he hung up.
Thus ended Phibrizio's reign of terror. I found him in the kitchen, rumaging around for candy his mom had hidden God-only-knows where. "What do we think we're doing?" I inquired. "...know it's here somewhere..." He muttered. "Honestly, Phibby, what would your grandmother say?" I asked slyly. He was instantly out of the cupboard. "What about Grandma?" Was I wrong, or was that a hint of fear in his voice? "Well, I was just thinking...she'll probably be disappointed with the way you're behaving." He frowned. "I'll be good! I promise! Just don't call her!!" He begged. "Well, what would you rather do instead of mess up the kitchen then?"
We wound up playing with his marbles for a while, then we watched some gameshows on TV. Later, after I'd gottne him into his pajamas, we fooled around with his Dragon Ball Z action figures and read a book together. And I actually wound up having fun.
" 'M sorry I was bad before, Mia." He told me as I tucked him in. "I don't like baby-sitters. They're always mean and yell at me. But you were nice." He yawned and I smiled. He really wasn't a bad kid. "Good night, Phibby." I told him. "G'night." He yawned again.
"So, how was he?" Gaav asked as he drove me home. I liked Gaav well enough. He was a year older than me and best friends with my sister's friend, Valgaav (another distant -and I do mean DISTANT- relation of Xel's). "He was okay after a while." He half smiled. "Had to use the 'call Grandma' method, didn't you?" I grinned. "Yeah. But he's a good kid." A cheerful nod. "That's my brother. A living Hell." I shook my head. "I was worse as a kid." He shrugs. "Oh well. You can't pick your relatives. You've just got to put up with them."
He dropped me off in front of my house. "Thanks for the ride. Tell your mom to call again next time she needs a sitter for Phibby." A grin crossed his face. "She won't make you go through that again for a long time."
"Well?" Elisa was waiting up for me in our room. "How'd it go?" I smiled wanly. "All that stuff about him being a monster? It's a buncha BS. He's a perfect kid, if you say the right things." She grinned "You got paid a lot, huh?" I nodded happily. "You bet. I guess I'm the only one who'll sit for him. But to tell you the truth, I like the kid. He reminds me of me." She looked at me in mock horror. "NO! You were AWFUL. Poor Gaav..." A shrug. "Oh well. You can't choose your relatives..."
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AN: okay, okay, i know the ending sucks._ but this could drag on forever if i don't stop. and i got bored. but i wrote this because I LOVE PHIBBY!!!!!!!! he is too cute for his own good. oh, and their grandma is L-Sama (or the equivilant of), that's why he's afraid of her. ^_^
By XellAn-Chan
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"You're doing WHAT tonight?!"
Hearing that is never a good thing. And did I hear it; over and over again. What, you might wonder, caused this question to br asked of me? I had simply uttered the phrase "I'm baby-sitting for your cousin." Now, I know you're confused. Who is "your" and who is their cousin? For that matter, who am I?
My name is Mia. I'm eighteen, second oldest of four (my twin's got me beaten by seventeen minutes.), a senior at JCHS and the biggest dork in the world. Well, not the biggest...my boyfriend, Xellos, (who had asked the question that started this story) is even more annoying and dorky than I am. The person in question was his little cousin, Phibrizio.
Any way, now that that's taken care of...on with the story.
"I told you, Xel. I'm sitting for Phibrizio tonight. His mom pays well and I need some extra cash for the DC trip." I told him (Author's Note: I'll have a chapter involving said trip posted after we go to DC ^_^). "The kid's a Hellraiser. Can't you just get extra hours at the library?" My BF protested. "I mean, he's awful. You'll regret this." Could he get any more melodramatic? I didn't think so. "I'll be fine. I've spent time with the little guy before." I told him. "Only when Uncle Shabby is there; not alone. You don't know what you're getting into." "Oh, chill out. And I can't get extra time at the library, it doesn't work that way." He sighed out of exasperation. "Don't say I didn't warn you..."
I had been warned also by my friend Guilia that Phibrizio was horrible. Guilia Ul Copt, one of my casual friends, was related very distantly to Xellos' family. Guilia's sister, Filia, hated Xellos and the two blond girls always told me what a terror their little fifth cousin-once-removed was.
I, of course didn't believe it. I'd seen the kid at Xel's house and he was the cutest thing. He had long, dark hair and the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen. He was only nine and was always so polite. So how was I supposed to know he would make my night miserable?
Promptly at six o'clock, I rang the bell at their house. Phibrizio answered the door, looking as adorable and cheerful as ever. "Hiya, Mia!" He exclaimed, "I can't belive you're gonna stay with me while Mom and Dad go out!" I smiled. "Hi, Phibrizio." I said to him. "MO-OM, DAD!!! MIA'S HERE!" He yelled. His parents came down the stairs together. "Hello, Mia." His dad said, "Phibrizio's already eaten and I expect him to be in bed by ten o'clock. Gaav," He went on, referring to his older son (a college freshman), "Should be home no later than midnight. He'll make sure you get paid and give you a ride home." I nodded, and he looked at his small son. "You had better be good." He warned. then they were out the door.
Phibby and I looked at one another as the door swung shut. Then a grin crossed his face. "Let's go outside!" He suggested. "All right. Let's go." That was fine with me, as long as he stayed away from the reservoir. His family lived near my best friend Merry's and I knew kids got in trouble for going in the res.
He pulled his shoes on and I followed him out the door. "Stay in the yard, Phibby." I told him. Did he listen? Nooo....he just scampered right off into the trees. "Come and find me, if you can!" He laughed. I looked for him. And looked for him. And began to get worried. "Phibrizio! C'mon out! I give up!" I called. Nothing. "Come on; it's not funny!" Still nothing. So I tramped out through the woods to find him.
Where was he? In the res, of course. He was about ankle deep, splashing around with a couple of freshmen from my school. "You're all right, Kid." I heard one of them say, "Here, you want a cigarette?" He made a face. "No. Aunt Zelas smokes. It's disgusting." That didn't sit well with the teenager. "Are you saying I'm disgusting, you little brat?" I ran forwards and dragged him out of the water. "Phibrizio! What are you doing?!" I demanded. " 'M just havin' a little fun." He protested. "I told you to stay in the yard. Come on, we're going back in the house."
He kicked and screamed and protested the whole way, so I wound up carrying him and getting myself nice and muddy on the way up the hill and through the woods. I left his wet shoes out on the porch and forced him upstairs and into the bath tub. He insisted that he could take a bath himself, so I let him.
Big mistake. Water all over the floor, half a bottle of shampoo wasted, you name it, he managed to do it. He did sit still while I cleaned up the floor and toweled and combed his hair. He didn't even complain that I was pulling the tangles.
As I combed out the last snarl, the phone rang. "Oh, oh, I'll get it!" He scampered out of the bathroom and down the hall to his parents' room. "H'llo? Mm-hm...hold on...MIA, IT'S FOR YOU!!!!!!"
I went to see who it was. He held the receiver in one hand, covered the mouthpiece with the other. "Guess who it is." He said eagerly. "Your mom?" "Nope." "Your dad?" "Wrong again. One more wrong guess and I hang up." "...Your brother?" "WRONG!" He went to drop it back in the cradle, but I wrestled it out of his hands. "Don't-you-dare ...Let go...NOW!! ...Hello?" I managed to finally get it away from him. "Sounds like everything's going smoothly." Came Xellos' sarcastic voice, "How you holdin' up?" He asked. "I'm exhausted and it's only been an hour..." I sank down onto the bed. "Well, I have a little advice. Tell him you're gonna call Grandma if he doesn't behave. Grandma scares him. He'll be good." He assured me. "Oh, thanks. What's her number?" I couldn't pretend to call without a number. "Oh, don't worry about that. Uncle Shabby's got her on speed-dial. Good luck." Then he hung up.
Thus ended Phibrizio's reign of terror. I found him in the kitchen, rumaging around for candy his mom had hidden God-only-knows where. "What do we think we're doing?" I inquired. "...know it's here somewhere..." He muttered. "Honestly, Phibby, what would your grandmother say?" I asked slyly. He was instantly out of the cupboard. "What about Grandma?" Was I wrong, or was that a hint of fear in his voice? "Well, I was just thinking...she'll probably be disappointed with the way you're behaving." He frowned. "I'll be good! I promise! Just don't call her!!" He begged. "Well, what would you rather do instead of mess up the kitchen then?"
We wound up playing with his marbles for a while, then we watched some gameshows on TV. Later, after I'd gottne him into his pajamas, we fooled around with his Dragon Ball Z action figures and read a book together. And I actually wound up having fun.
" 'M sorry I was bad before, Mia." He told me as I tucked him in. "I don't like baby-sitters. They're always mean and yell at me. But you were nice." He yawned and I smiled. He really wasn't a bad kid. "Good night, Phibby." I told him. "G'night." He yawned again.
"So, how was he?" Gaav asked as he drove me home. I liked Gaav well enough. He was a year older than me and best friends with my sister's friend, Valgaav (another distant -and I do mean DISTANT- relation of Xel's). "He was okay after a while." He half smiled. "Had to use the 'call Grandma' method, didn't you?" I grinned. "Yeah. But he's a good kid." A cheerful nod. "That's my brother. A living Hell." I shook my head. "I was worse as a kid." He shrugs. "Oh well. You can't pick your relatives. You've just got to put up with them."
He dropped me off in front of my house. "Thanks for the ride. Tell your mom to call again next time she needs a sitter for Phibby." A grin crossed his face. "She won't make you go through that again for a long time."
"Well?" Elisa was waiting up for me in our room. "How'd it go?" I smiled wanly. "All that stuff about him being a monster? It's a buncha BS. He's a perfect kid, if you say the right things." She grinned "You got paid a lot, huh?" I nodded happily. "You bet. I guess I'm the only one who'll sit for him. But to tell you the truth, I like the kid. He reminds me of me." She looked at me in mock horror. "NO! You were AWFUL. Poor Gaav..." A shrug. "Oh well. You can't choose your relatives..."
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AN: okay, okay, i know the ending sucks._ but this could drag on forever if i don't stop. and i got bored. but i wrote this because I LOVE PHIBBY!!!!!!!! he is too cute for his own good. oh, and their grandma is L-Sama (or the equivilant of), that's why he's afraid of her. ^_^