Stiles

"What took you so long?" Scott asked when I got to the park. He had texted me an hour ago asking me to meet him here.

"Sorry," I muttered, sitting down next to him on the bench. There were little kids running around and playing on the play structure. "Why did you ask me to meet you in the park any ways?" I frowned. I hadn't come here since I was a little kid.

"This is where we met," Scott shrugged. "We were four years old. We were here with our mom's. You were sitting in the sandbox, playing with your truck and I came over and took it from you. You were balling." I smiled at the memory.

"Your mom made you give it back, and my mom said that I had to share it. I hated you." I laughed.

"I hated you too," Scott grinned. "My mom used to tell the story of how we met all the time,"

"Mine too." I sighed. I couldn't help but glance over at the sandbox. A little boy was playing by himself. He had a grin spread across his face.

"That was so long ago," said Scott. He opened his mouth but before he could say anything, an old woman walked over to us. She looked like she was in her fifties or sixties.

"Excuse me," she said slowly. "Sorry to interrupt your conversation but I was just wondering if perhaps either of you would be willing to babysit? Normally, I wouldn't do this. Go up to a random teenager, of course. But it's really last minute and I have no one to watch my grandson. His mother will be working, and I have an urgent errand that I must attend to." she sighed.

"Sorry," Scott told her. "It's family fun night at my house tonight," Liar. I thought to myself.

"I understand," she nodded. "And you?" she asked me. There was a hint of desperation in her eyes.

"Sure," The words came out of my mouth before I could come up with an excuse. No backing out now.

"Thank you!" she sighed in relief. "You saved me a lot of trouble. Just give me some time to get things ready for the two of you at the house. He and his mother just moved in so there are still a few boxes around here and there." she turned around and called a name that I didn't catch. The boy from the sandbox stood and trotted over, still grinned. His pants were covered in sand.

"Hi." he smiled at Scott and me.

"Hi," I smiled back.

"This is Dylan," the woman told me. "He's easy to get along with." she added. "Do you have a number that I can call you at? I won't need you for an hour or so," she explained. I gave her my cell phone number and she wrote them down on a sheet of paper. "Thank you so much again. I will call you in an hour," she waved goodbye and led Dylan down the path.

"You're going to babysit?" Scott laughed when she walked away.

"It can't hurt," I shrugged. "I've got nothing better to do anyways."

"Well," Scott said, standing up. "What do you want to do for an hour?" he asked.

"I don't know," I sighed. "Where's the pack?"

"Kira has to spend the day with her family, Isaac is with Malia, Ethan, Danny, Lydia and Aiden all went to the movies and Derek is probably with Cora." he replied.

"So it's just you and me." I smiled.

"Just like old times," he winked. We left the park, the laughter and the screaming of the children getting more distant the farther we walked. Without meaning to, we turned down my street. It was almost automatic.

"Want to go to my house?" I asked him.

"Sure." Scott shrugged. "We always end up going there anyways." I opened the front door. It was dead silent. My dad hadn't gotten home from work yet. We kicked off our shoes. Scott and me ran and leaped, landing on my couch. I tossed Scott a controller and I picked up the other. We played Mortal Combat until my phone buzzed in my pocket. I paused the game and answered. It was the woman from the park.
She gave me the address and I hung up the phone.

"Sorry dude," I told him. "I got to go."

"It's fine," Scott shrugged, turning off the game console. "I told my mom I'd pick her up from work anyways. See you tomorrow," he left without another word. I grabbed the keys to my jeep and closed the front door behind me. I hopped into the front seat, and followed the directions that the woman had given me. I parked outside and walked up to the front door. I knocked three times and the woman answered with a grin on her face. I could see Dylan sitting on the steps.

"Once again, thank you so much. Please, take a step in." I stepped into the house, closing the door behind me.

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