SPOV.
I walked to my locker with the last of my dignity. Unfortunately, that dignity fled when i caught sight of Mitchie walking towards me in the hallway.
She slammed my locker door shut and had a smirk on her face.
"My dad almost caught you last night. He wanted to get on his motorcycle and go after you but I don't him it wasn't worth it," she said, an impossible expression of amusement on her face.
My jaw dropped.
Dad?!...Motorcycle?!...WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!
Her hand went under my chin and pulled it up.
"You're gonna catch flies Gray,"
And she walked away. Evil...Prude...Girl.
I stared at her as she walked down the hallway to Caitlyn. Damn, the way her hips go side to side is so...hot. I hate the way she does that to me. Damn it.
So it's settled. She's an evil prude girl...who unfortunately has a hot ass.
MPOV.
"Mom! I'm home!" I called, walking through the garage door, kicking off my converse and hanging my keys up on the hook by the laundry room.
"Hi sweetie," my mom said. "Grab a snack and get in the car,"
"What?" I asked, bewildered. "Why?"
My mom entered the room. "We're going to visit your aunt and uncle."
"Oh," I said, "I didn't know we had that planned today...but I guess that's okay. Can I bring my homework?"
"Sure."
Fifteen minutes later I was sitting in the front seat of my mom's car, chewing the last bite of a PB&J I'd make spur of the moment.
"So," I asked when I'd swallowed. "What brought this visit on?"
"Oh," my mom said mildly. "Well, we just haven't seem them in a while. I thought it would be nice to come and visit them. I hear that Travis is really getting good at talking and..."
"Mom?" I interrupted her rambling. "Seriously, why? We saw Travis, Aunt Nancy and Uncle Josh last week."
"Oh," she flustered. "Well...they're family, right? We need to visit them more."
I let it pass....but I could tell something was up.
SPOV
"Mom? Why the hell are we going to your friend's house?" I demanded, staring out my mom's car window. "I don't even know Nancy..."
"Yes you do, honey," my mom said. "You met her last Monday, remember?"
"Oh..." I said. "I thought that was a cleaning lady...her clothes suggested as much. My bad."
My mom exhaled sharply. "Shanial Andrew Gray!" she said. "That is very rude. You will not speak like that when we reach Nancy's house, do you understand me?"
Ouch...mommy hissy fit. Scary.
"Yeah," I muttered. "And please don't call me Shanial...."
"It's your name," my mom huffed. "And, Shanial, if you act up once more you'll be grounded."
"I go by Shane," I stated, clenching my teeth. "Fine."
"Whatever."
MPOV
"Mimi!" Travis cried, running out from his bedroom and smiling his toothy grin at me.
"Hi, Trav," I said, smiling at my tiny cousin. "Gimme some fist."
We knocked knuckles, and he grabbed my hand. "Come," he said. We sat down in the front room and he began to show me all the new stuff he'd gotten since I'd last seen him.
New stuff= Ten new toys.
The kids' spoiled beyond belief.
I started to work on a rail road toy thing with Travis as I heard my mom start to talk to my aunt Nancy.
"Are they coming?"
"She called me a few minutes ago," my aunt replied. "She'll be here in ten minutes. I met the boy last week. He's very...outspoken."
Outspoken. Hah. Why does that remind me sooo much of Shane?
TEN MINUTES LATER
I stared in disbelief at the boy next to his mother, standing in my aunt's doorway.
"SHANE?!!"
He stared back at me. "B...Mitchie?" he asked weakly.
I stared at his mother for a second. I recognized her suddenly....
Shane stared at my aunt, who was introducing me to them.
"This is my niece, Mitchie."
Silence. Then
"Your aunt is my mom's best friend?!" Shane shouted at the same time I cried
"You mom is my aunt's BFF?!"
Impossible...
This must be some cruel sick joke.
"Mom...Aunt Nancy...Why is he here?" I asked.
"Well Mitchie, darling, you and Shanial will be babysitting together," my mother said.
I raised an eye brow.
I opened my mouth to say something about babysitting bit something totally different came out.
"Shanial?"
I snapped. i started giggling like an idiot, holding my sides and cackling like a maniac.
"Y...Your ....f..full name....is...Sh...Sh...Shanial?" I gasped.
Shane groaned and rolled his eyes.
I found satisfaction in this.
Wait!
"Babysitting?" I asked.
"Yes...but don't worry not today. Tommorow," Aunt Nancy said.
"Why the both of us?" I demanded.
"You're teacher, Ms. Anthony called," Shane's mother said. We groaned; Stupid, snooping math teacher!
"She said you guys have been having some...issues," my mom contiuned.
Shane snorted. "Issues? You make it sound like we has sex or something."
My face reddened in anger. In front of my MOM? Dammit...
My aunt chuckled. "So..." she added. "We thought that you two need to learn to work together."
"And babysitting my cousin is the answer?!" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes," my mom said patiently. "We'll see you here, tomorrow."
"I can't, my band's rehearsing that day." Shane said immediately.
I would have usually nailed Shane...Shanial...for trying to weasel out but....
"I have my project to do!" I added.
"Now Mitchie, your aunt is asking you for a favor," Mom said.
Gah! Damn it Mother!
"I guess," I said.
"But I don't know how to baby-sit! And Mitchie's a bitchie..." Shane seriously looked close to tears.
"Shanial!" His mother scolded.
Ah! If he's gonna try to get out of this so am I!
"But, Aunt Nancy, I have my project and he's an idiot," I rethought my words. "And, no, not the baby, Shane!"
"Hey!" whined Shane.
"Shut up Shanial," I hissed. "Mom, Aunt Nancy, do I have to?"
"Yes."
I groaned. "Fine." I turned my death glare on Shane. "Hurt my cousin and you will find yourself chucked off the Empire State Building by mafia agents."
With that, I turned my back, sat down on the couch and royally sulked.
Angie: I can't believe his name is Shanial. Review for the pathetically named boy.
Alyssa: Well....It's getting to funny, people. I promise...but Im not funny so I guess Ang and Mya will be doing that part. REVIEW
Mya: Alyssa is a down right laughing riot...right...riot...right...riot...does that rhyme or am I going crazy?!?! Anywho!! REVIEW!