"Mom…Dad…Drake…Megan? Anyone? Where is…WHOA!" Josh jumped back as Hailey poked her head up when he entered the room. Besides the fact that he wasn't expecting her, she was a pair of very loose plaid pajama pants, and one or Josh's sweat shirts.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. You must be Josh, I'm Hailey, the babysitter." She got off the couch and walked over to him.
"Hi, Hailey. Nice to meet you. Why are you wearing my clothes?" She looked at her outfit. Then took off the sweat shirt to reveal a tight gray camisole that went great with the plaid gray pants, and the fact that the shirt stopped right above her belly-button, and the pant's started on her hip bones. Knowing he had a girlfriend he tried his hardest to look only at her face.
"Sorry again. This is yours. I'm sure you don't want the pant's back now."
"No…no you can keep those. They're Drake's. You can deal with that when he gets home. Well this has been fun. Good-night Honey…Hailey, I meant Hailey." She folded her arms over the stomach.
"Good-night Josh." He headed up to his room, but stopped at Megan's first. He hesitated, then knocked lightly, almost hoping she was already asleep.
"Yeah?" She opened the door.
"Why is Hailey still here? And she's wearing my clothes." Josh held up the sweatshirt.
"Don't worry. Mom and Dad are going to be really late they just called, and Hailey doesn't like driving alone in the dark, so she's sleeping here tonight. Get over it you boob." Then she slammed the door in his face.
"Josh, hey guys where are you? Meg…" Drake stopped when Hailey popped up from on the couch. "Hailey. Nice to see you again, in my house," he looked her over and had to force himself to look up at her face again, " and see you in my pajama pants. It's weird that they look better on you."
"Oh, yeah. I was making something for Megan to eat and" She looked down awkwardly.
"Let me guess, Megan spilled something."
"Kind of. Well it's getting late. Youlook awful, you shouldget some sleep." She got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. He watched her leave.
"Josh, how long is the babysitter going to be here?" Drake asked as he walked into the room he shared with his brother. He put his guitar case down and pulled out a bag of cheese puffs he hid by the couch. Josh never looked up from the computer screen.
"What you say? I'm a little busy." Josh typed away on the keyboard. Drake just flipped through the TV channels. Both fogetting the nights events.
"Never mind it's not important."
okay this is the last chapter until after the holiday... i would like some reviews...anything really...
Happy Thanksgiving H.B.