![]() He was a bit shorter than the other two, not by much, and a bit stockier. He had lighter, buzzed blonde hair, and blue eyes. Brick was wearing a Thor t-shirt, rounding out the motif. I waved, but he barely noticed as he opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of milk. “This is going to be the best night ever!” Brick said, trotting in last, and heading straight for the kitchen. Merlin opened his backpack, looked inside as if to confirm, and then nodded. He was usually the clumsier one, and the one most likely to get teased at school. His parents were quite the dorks themselves, hence his wizardly name. ![]() He wore glasses and looked a bit more classically dorky. He also had curly red hair and green eyes, with a dusting of freckles across his nose. Merlin was an inch or so taller than Andrew, a bit lankier. It seemed they were going for a theme that day. “Yeah,” said Merlin, wearing his Captain America shirt. He ran inside, turning back to Merlin behind him, “You got the stuff, right?” He was lean and had a dorky cuteness to him. He stood about 5’1”, about five inches shorter than me. He was bright, and possibly the smartest of the three. He had short dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. One by one they came running in through the front door.Īndrew was first, wearing his favorite Iron Man shirt. On the day everything changed, the bus dropped the boys off around 3:30 pm. It didn’t take long before it didn’t feel like babysitting, but hanging out with the only friends I had. We were also halfway through an MCU movie marathon, which was exciting. ![]() We’d gotten into Fortnite, playing squads, and I was starting to get pretty good. I was kinda reserved, but hanging out with the boys was changing that. I was a bit of a dork, being kinda anti-social, I spent most of my time alone, smoking weed and playing video games. It had been perfect too, for the past month or so that I’d been doing it. How hard could it be to look after a group of thirteen-year-olds? It wouldn’t be like I was changing diapers, and surely I could keep them from making a monstrous mess. The job was to watch them from getting home from school, until 10 pm. The parents only found it logical to hire one babysitter for all three, as they were now teenagers. They were best friends, the three of them, always hanging out. All three of them each had a single son, all around the same age. Whether it was work or recreation, they were always out and about. ![]() The three other houses belonged to a group of rather young parents, who were all always busy. It was a nice quiet place, wealthy homes, right next to a large wooded area with a large lake not too far off. See, there were four houses on the cul-de-sac that I lived on. I did have a few upgrades to do on my PC, so a post caught my eye about a babysitting job that seemed crazy convenient. Most of my work endeavors had failed miserably, the longest-lasting three months at a call center. I didn’t have to work to get by, but sometimes I’d have to take an odd job here or there if I wanted something. We seldom spoke, and to be honest, we both kind of preferred it that way. After turning eighteen, my stepfather set me up in a nice house and gave me a monthly allowance to live on. My mom passed away when I was a teenager. My stepfather was alright, but he didn’t ever really want anything to do with me. See, my dad died when I was a baby and my mom remarried fairly rich. I was pretty good at photoshop and video editing, but I was only great at it if the project was something I was really into. I was twenty-two years old, freshly out of college where I slacked my way to only an associate’s degree in multimedia. My name is Mimi Harper, and this is the story of how my life completely changed at the hands of three young boys. ![]()
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