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Post by OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT on Dec 4, 2012 23:41:00 GMT -5
A student from Rosewood Academy had called in response to his babysitting ad and they had arranged a time for her to come visit, meet him and the kid, see the house and whatever before she agreed. Mikey was a sweet kid, easy to take care of, as easy as a three year old boy could be anyway.
Oliver sat at his kitchen table, his hands wrapped around his coffee mug as his son ran around the house with his arms outstretched like an airplane, making puttering noises with his tongue. "Be careful kiddo!" He called as his son rounded a corner. Not that he had much that was breakable anymore...
"Hey Mikey," He said finally, leaving his cup behind. "A nice lady is gonna come over and meet you, okay?" Oliver patted the boys head. Mikey shrugged and started to play with a train set, which was decidedly less potentially destructive.
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Post by ALEXANDRA CORINNE BRAY on Dec 5, 2012 15:25:06 GMT -5
It wasn't that she needed the money. Frankly, Alex had more money than she really knew what to do with. Of course, all of that money really belonged to her father, and any of her purchases had to be made with his consent, but he seemed to feel guilty about the animosity between them, and rarely said no. Still, she'd been scouring the bulletin boards at school in search of a job. Really, she just wanted an excuse to leave campus, and working would give her one.
Most jobs were more than she was willing to deal with, though. She wanted nothing to do with anything that involved bagging groceries or serving food. She couldn't stand the thought of helping to grade papers or otherwise organize things for a teacher. Babysitting, though, was something she was okay with. It was purely luck that she happened to find the ad before the position was filled, and Alex blamed it entirely on her inability to make it to class on time. After all, she was running late for class when she happened upon a paper advertising the need for a babysitter, and all of the little tabs with the phone number listed on it were still attached. She'd snatched one off and stuffed it into her pocket before heading to class.
Just a few days later, she found herself wandering through the streets of Rosewood in search of the house she was supposed to be visiting. It didn't take her long, and she let out a sigh, not sure how comfortable she was with the fact that she was actually on time. Being late had become a habit, and she'd figured she'd get lost along the way, which would allow her to keep with her usual pattern. As it was, though, she didn't want to look like a creep pacing along the street just to make herself comfortable, so she raked a hand through her long hair and slowly made her way up the steps. Once at the door, she brushed her hands over her skirt, which was layered over pants in a style that everyone else in her family hated, and pressed the doorbell.
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Post by OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT on Dec 5, 2012 15:26:55 GMT -5
Then the doorbell rang and Mikey jumped up and ran to the door, shouting "Doorbell, doorbell!" He couldn't reach the knob though and he just bounced up and down as he waited for Oliver to get to the door. He opened it and Mikey peeked out, suddenly a little shy. "You must be Alex?" Oliver said with a smile, stepping aside to let her in.
The girl was beautiful, young... He understood the concept now of liking the baby sitter, but mostly he realized she was someone's daughter. But underage or not, knowing she was pretty wouldn't get him in trouble. "I'm Oliver, we spoke on the phone, and this is Mikey," Oliver said, nodding at the boy to give some sort of reply.
The little boy smiled and clasped his hands behind his back. "Hi lady." Mikey cocked his head to one side as he looked at her outfit. "Were you playing dress up today?" He asked, tugging at her skirt, confused why it was on over pants.
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. "Um, do you want anything to drink, eat...?" He offered, trying to be hospitable.
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Post by ALEXANDRA CORINNE BRAY on Dec 5, 2012 15:59:59 GMT -5
The door opened, and Alex's attention was immediately drawn to the man on the other side. She supposed most girls would find him attractive. He was fairly young, and he had nice eyes. And she didn't miss the way he faltered slightly upon seeing her. A smirk tugged at her lips, but she politely ignored him. Manners weren't always her specialty, but it served her well for the time being. After all, "Don't oogle me. I'm gay." wouldn't really land her a job. Instead, she stuck out her hand and offered him a winning smile. "I'm Alex," she replied. She might have offered more had it not been for the child standing beside him.
He seemed like a sweet kid, and Alex chuckled at his greeting. When he asked if she'd been playing dress up, she decided she already loved him. Reaching out to ruffle his curls, she let out a chuckle. "Life is playing dress up, little man," she told him, following the pair into the living room.
Oliver, it seemed, was not without manners, either, and she grinned at his offer of a drink. Had there not been a child in the room, she might have told him she'd like something heavy on the liquor and light on the ice in hopes that he had a good sense of humor. As it was, she didn't want to scare the poor kid at their first meeting. "I'm okay, thanks," she told him, glancing around at what she could see of the house. It was infinitely cleaner than she'd have expected for anyone with a toddler, much less a single dad. "Nice place," she offered, shifting a little uncomfortably on her feet. First meetings were always so awkward. [/size] |
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Post by OLIVER BARTHOLOMEW TRENT on Dec 5, 2012 16:29:14 GMT -5
Oliver shook her hand and smiled at the exchange with Mikey. So far so good. Mikey also grinned. "Why didn't anybody tell me that!?" He demanded, throwing up his hands and running out of the room.
"Thanks, its usually messier than this, I tried to straighten up a bit." Oliver shrugged lightly. "Um, I guess I should tell you a bit about me, give you a tour ro whatever... I usually leave him with my in-laws but they are getting a little too old for babysitting." Oliver said with a shrug, walking into the living room, assuming she'd follow.
"I was in the Coast Guard, so I keep the place up to code and organize as much as I can, being a single dad, with a job and a toddler is already crazy so its helpful if things are in place..." Oliver offered. Alex looked like the type to keep things at least where she found them. "If you decide you wanna work for me, you can always hep yourself to food or whatever, just clean up after yourself."
Mikey burst into the room with a fireman hat on and a tutu. "There, now its better." He went to grab Alex's hand with a smile. Oliver chuckled lightly, glad to see they were getting along.
"Obviously I try to let him like whatever he likes, so he can wear the tutu or anything, I don't care." Oliver said. He was very straight, but he just wanted his son to be happy, and he was 3, it was all harmless.
"Daddy she has ta-oos like you!" Mikey shrieked, holding out the girls wrist he was holding. Oliver saw the little heart and chuckled. Obviously it was back alley, she was too young for a real one, unless she had a fake ID.
"Tattoos," Oliver translated. "I have three."
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