It's lunch hours at Hedone.

But it's Saturday, so I could have picked up my cell phone and called Dare at any time today.

"Hello?" I heard her voice.

"Hey Dare!"

"Izm? This ain't the best time."

"Sorry, what happening?"

"I'm..." She paused, "I'm at Disneyland," she mumbled guiltily.

"WHAT? YOU'RE AT DISNEYLAND? But I was gonna take you there!" I complained.

"Well, if it makes you feel lots better, I'm having a fuckin' HORRIBLE time here!"

Oh this'll be fun.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but ask.

"First of all, I had to come with my mom, her friend, her friend's husband, their kid, my brother, and his stupid bimbo girlfriend. Second, the kid is about four, and SHORT; he can't ride SHIT because he's so SHORT. And the stuff that he can ride, he either thinks 'It's too scary Mommy!' or it's Winnie the Pooh! Third, the damn girlfriend is like, EMO or something! She won't ride ANYTHING because 'I don't really FEEL like it!' Kristen Stewart much! Forth, MY MOM HAS THE BLADDER THE SIZE OF A PEE. We've been hitting the bathrooms at, like, TWICE an HOUR."

"Umm..."

"IN FACT, we're at the bathroom in Adventure Land right as we speak! SO, all we've even been DOING today is walk around the park for three hours! We haven't ridden CRAP today! Besides the tram. But that's no fun."

That sounds horrible...

Yes I admit it: that sounds so bad.

"AND THE FUCKING WORST PART; I have to leave early because I have to babysit my three cousins, which I have NO CLUE why my aunt asked me to because they live all the way in Tustin! And I don't even like kids!" I could have sworn she sniffled. "I need fuckin' help..."

Babysitting, eh?

No, not me. But A.E.D is good with kids! No lie.

"Dare! I have an idea!" I said.

"What?" she sounded pissed enough.

"A.E.D can help you babysit! He's really good with kids! I'm serious!"

"Uuhh..."

"Not like that," I corrected.

"Oh," she replied, "But .D? Kids? That doesn't sound like a great match."

"Believe me; he used to have a business when he was fifteen."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! I'm not kidding!"

"Fine, call him for me," she said.

"M'kay, DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"I DIDN'T MEAN RIGHT NOW!"

"Too late,"

"What do you want, Izm?" He sat next to me with a half finished tray. "This isn't funny."

I gave him my phone.

Dare would have been yelling at me.

"... Honestly Izm, I didn't mean right now! I could-"

"Dare?" .D answered.

"OH! Sorry..."

"Izm gave me his phone; you wanna talk to me 'bout something?"

"Yes, actually: Izm told me that you're pretty good with kids... And I need help babysitting three girls tonight at six, my cousins. You wanna help? He said you were free tonight."

.D raised his eyebrows at me. "Yeah sure. Where do they live?"

"Tustin. I forget the address, but I'll call them anyway. And this was Izm's idea; I never would have known to talk to you."

"I believe you on that. Who's driving?"

"I was planning on taking a taxi."

"Call me later, 'kay?"

"Thanks .D! I will."

"Bye,"

"See ya,"

.D hung up.

"Hey! I was still talking to her!" I yelled.

"Well too late I already hung up."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

I need a Whiskey.