Never Grow Up- Taylor Swift

AH! I haven't updated any of my stories in so long! So, this week till next week should have at least three updates coming your way in my expanding collection of little OOC one shots. :D

Now that Taylor's new album came out, I can now write fictions based on those. So I think the schedule is Never Grow Up, Dear John(which will be sad, no happy endings), Permanent Marker, then I think Mean. Those are the new stories planned. Oh! And BTW if any of you faithful readers read my story 'Hushed Love' which I haven't updated in AGES is going to receive a new chapter as soon as I stop procrastinating. So! On with the story.

Summary/Info: AH/OOC/OC Rated K. Bella reflects on growing up, not really that much about it. Family Fiction. I needed a original character cause it helps the plot. Little Boy, about 5. Sorry. When Edward Leaves, Bella babysits a little boy.

Bella's POV-

"Ant! You got pudding all over your shirt again!" I reprimanded

The little five year old giggled, and I looked at him strangely. I put a hand to his forehead to see if he had a fever again.

"What's so funny?" I asked, amused.

"You said pudding" Anthony said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. How adorable.

"To you, everything is funny." I chuckled.

He batted his eyelashes, and yawned. That was my cue.

"Okay sleepyhead, let's get you upstairs for bed." I smiled at him.

"M'kay" He mumbled sleepily and he took my hand.

I picked up Anthony and brought him upstairs, over to his room and set him down on his bed. His hand was still wrapped around my finger, so I gently pried it off and placed his small hand on his stomach. His chest rose and fell with his even breaths. I swear I could hear everything in the world tonight. Though, it sounds like the world is so very quiet. I looked out the window, and saw a small squirrel scrambling about on it's tree, getting ready for the winter, no doubt.

I looked back at the sleeping boy and almost cooed at how adorable he was. His little eyelashes fluttered as he dreamt, and so not to disturb him, I tucked him in and turned on his favorite green nightlight.

I left his room, with a memories swirling about my head.

I sat on my chair in the Weber's guest room, and leaned my head against the pillow. I was babysitting Angela's little brother, while her family and Anthony's twin went to visit someone for the weekend but Ant was still sick with the fever. I heard Anthony's quiet snoring from across the hall and sighed. I wish I was still young, when you had nothing to regret, and you were blanketed with innocence and happiness.

I wish they would never grow up. All those little children, growing up, getting job, making a life for themselves. I know I sound like a mom about to see her child get married.

Married. Something I will never do, not after Edward.

Anthony mumbled something about marshmallows and the bed creaked as he shifted. I would give all I had(which wasn't much) if he-all children could stay like that- dreaming about marshmallows.

I crawled into a cold bed and shifted into dreamland.

The next morning was Saturday so I let Anthony sleep in while I went to cook breakfast. I made his favorite- scrambled eggs with ketchup and fruit loops. Kids these days, the'd eat anything.

I was just putting his plate onto the table when Anthony came into the kitchen, a little hazed because he just woke up. He was rubbing one eye, the other holding his teddy bear. I smiled when I saw him, he was just so cute.

"Good Morning" I said, taking a seat and sipping my coffee.

"G'Morning" He mumbled back, voice still coated with sleep.

He sat down and perked up when he saw his food. He started devouring it, if his fork could get and faster as it moved from his plate to his mouth, I think it would've broke.

I chuckled and held his hand, slowing him down.

"Slow down sweetheart, you might choke." I said slowly.

He swallowed then pouted, his bottom lip jutting out adorably.

"B'but it's so yummy!" He cries.

I laughed. "Thanks. But no worries, the food's not going anywhere."

He smiled and went back to eating.

"I wish I was as young as you" I murmured then ruffled his hair fondly.

He looked confused. "Bewwa, how old are you?"

Not as old as Edward I thought. "Oh! So now I'm old?" I acted offended.

His eyes widened as started apologizing, "Sowwy! I didn't mean it like that!"

I giggled. "I was just joking. I'm only 18"

His eyes were expanding, "Only!"

I raised and eyebrow.

"Thats... 2,000 thousand years older than me!" He cries.

"No, darling. Your five, I'm only thirteen years older, I'm the same age as Angela" I explained.

"Ohhhhhh" He stretched out the syllable.

"Yeah." I grinned.

"So, why do you wish you were a puny ant like me? I always get bossed around." he pouts.

"Yeah but, when your little you don't have to worry about anything, no one's going to break your heart. Or leave you, so try and never grow up."

His nose scrunched up, "Breaking hearts? Sounds like that drama movie mama watches."

I laughed. "Okie Dokie artichokie" I said in a silly voice. He started giggling like a hyena.

Then we heard a door close and we both looked up. The Weber's came home and Mrs. Weber came to greet me.

"Thank you, dear." She said then kissed me cheek.

"Nah, it was nothing." I replied.

Then I left and went to the park.

There, I saw a girl with a frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked

She looked up and I saw she was crying.

"M'my mom made a fool of herself in front of all my friends! Then my friends kept teasing me and now I feel terrible" she sniffed and wiped her face on her sleeve.

I smiled sadly. "I feel you. My mom was a total weirdo. She sold paintings that she drew with her feet!" which made the other girl giggle.

"Oh, oh, oh! There was this one time, my mom was dropping me off to the movies with my friends trust me I was absolutely MORTIFIED, and just when I thought she was acting normal, she started HONKING to the radio! And guess what was on the radio? Freaking NURSERY RYHMES!" I told her, laughing at how embarrassed I was.

"Un! My mom's dropping me off at the movies tomorrow. You think I should just tell her to drop me off across the block?" she asked.

I was tempted to say yes, but of course. It was a no. "Nah, it'll hurt her feelings. Remember she's getting older too."

She pouts like Anthony. "Uhg! I hate being fourteen! There's just so much I can't do." she sniffs.

I smiled, I remember when I felt like that. Or what my mom called the 'rebellion stage'. Now I regret growing up.

"Sweetie, I thought that once too, but now I kinda regret growing up." I told her.

She looked confused but nodded anyways.

"You know what's worse than moms?" she asked.

"Little Brothers." We both chorused then laughed. I didn't have a little brother, but I had a little cousin who was so annoying.

"It's like their life goal to annoy you!" she said.

I grinned.

"In the mornings, he wakes up and dances around the house in his PJ's getting ready for school!" she moaned.

I chuckled at that. "I think he should keep doing that. I wish nobody would grow up..." I trailed off.

She snorts. "The sooner the dancing stops, the better." She argued.

"You know what I think you should do?" I asked.

She looked up, to let me know she had my attention.

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room, memorize what it sounded like when your dad get's home" I started. "Remember the footsteps, remember the words said,and all you're little brothers favorite songs, cause one day, you'll realize all those would be important and someday it'll all be gone"

She looked thoughtful, then nodded. "That's a great idea." and her face broke out in a grin.

Now, here I am in my new apartment, Charlie dropped me off cause my truck died. Sigh.

I'm living in a big city, Seattle. It was so much colder than I thought it would be, So I tucked myself in, turned on my favorite green nightlight.

Wish I never grown up...

Okay! So did ya like it? Hate it? I think it's okay. So bye, R&R please!