The Babysitter

Chapter 9: Could I like her?

Chapter 9: (Xavier's POV)- Could I Like Her? Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why the hell would you think I'm jealous? I'm nowhere near jealous," she spoke as if it were the most

obvious thing in the world.

"Your body language and words suggest otherwise, Carthy," I spoke tauntingly.

"I'm not jealous, Parker. It's just annoying. Like geez, I get it, you're close." She shrugged casually. She

was damn good at hiding her feelings, I had to give it to her. "What?" She raised an eyebrow at me

when I just stared at her without uttering any words.

I looked her straight in the eyes before stating the obvious. "You're jealous." I nodded before beginning

to walk away and up to my room.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she humorlessly laughed while sitting down on the couch.

I was expecting her to follow me up to my room, I don't know why it bothered me that she didn't. So I

went back down, picked her up placing one arm under her legs and one under her waist, carrying her

up the stairs.

"Parker! Put me down!" she demanded while falling limp in my arms.

"Falling limp doesn't make you heavier. It's still a piece of cake for me to carry you up," I told her as I

opened my door with my back and set her down on the bed.

"Why do I have to be up here? You were fine up here by yourself yesterday," she whined.

"Fair enough. But now I don't have anything to do so you're getting bored with me." I grinned at her

innocently.

"What did you do yesterday by yourself?" She raised her eyebrows at me.

"I ate hot Cheetos and then napped for a little bit." I shrugged while answering her question.

"So take a nap again, let me be!" she whined while cracking her knuckles, all at once. She did what

people do in movies before they punch someone. Didn't know people could actually do that.

"Geez, ok. Don't punch me for that. I'm just gonna go shower. Stay here." I quickly got up and ran into

my bathroom which was in my room. I saw Aubrey groan before pulling out her phone and going on

Instagram while I locked the bathroom door.

I took a shower, did everything you do, and dried off before wrapping a towel around my face and

stepping out, only to realize I forgot my clothes. Great. "Aubrey!" I called out.

She didn't reply. Smartass. She was ignoring me. Unless she fell asleep.

"Aubrey!" I screamed, louder this time.

I heard a groan followed by a yell. "What?" she screamed back. "What do you want? I was sleeping!

Like a baby!" she complained.

"I uh- I kind of left my clothes out there! Could you maybe uh- I don't know- hand them to me?" I

shouted pleadingly.

"Did you leave them out here or did you kind of leave them out here?" she spoke, amusement lacing

her voice. I grunted which I assume she heard since she spoke up again, a more logical answer this

time. "Where?" she shouted.

One word. We're speaking like that? Okay.

"Boxers are in the left drawer in my dresser! Everything else is in the closet!" I replied. I waited for a

moment while I heard shuffling until there was a knock at my bathroom door. I saw a white v-neck, grey

sweatpants with my boxers with pizzas all over them. Don't ask me why I have them. Just don't.

"Nice boxers," she snickered while sticking her arm through the door.

Oh, so now she wants to mess around? Not so fast.

Instead of grabbing my clothes which were nicely laid out in her hand, I grabbed her wrist and yanked

her into the bathroom, making her stumble and gasp while colliding with me.

"You can't get away with that. You're stuck now." I shrugged while grabbing another towel, a smaller

one, and beginning to dry the back of my neck.

"Are you not gonna dry your hair?" she questioned while her nose scrunched up as I shook my head,

splashing drops of water everywhere like a wet dog. "Stop it!" she demanded while snatching the towel

from me and shoving me, having me take a step back.

She propped herself up on the counter and grabbed my wrists, having me stand between her legs as

she placed the towel on my head and began ruffling my hair, drying it swiftly. "You're welcome, Parker."

She smiled innocently before hopping off. "Can I leave now?" She looked at me hopefully. I just shook

my head in response, biting back a laugh. "Come on, I dried your hair for you." She gestured to my now

dry hair.

"You also made fun of my pizza boxers. Which is very offensive may I add." I spoke exaggeratedly

while throwing some lotion onto my face and arms.

Before she could blabber on any further, I grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face the door

before opening it and letting her out.

"Thank you!" she screamed from the other side while I laughed and got dressed.

I opened the door, expecting to see her on my bed but nope.

She was leaning against the door which meant she stumbled right back, pretty much falling right onto

me. "Trust fall?" She looked at me with confusion in her eyes while a smile played on her lips.

I laughed while shaking my head before having her stand back up. "You're a weird one, Carthy," I

chuckled as we made our way to my bed. I lied down, resting my back against the headboard while she

lied down, flat on her stomach propping her elbows up, resting her chin in her hand.

"Let's do something," she whined out of boredom.

"Good old twenty questions?" I suggested while grabbing my phone to google some questions. She

agreed and pulled hers out too. I started the game by asking the first question. "Are you a dog person

or a cat person?" I questioned, starting nice and easy. She better say a dog person.

"Dog person. For sure." She nodded. "Cats just scratch you." Her nose scrunched up adorably. "If you

had a warning sign, what would it say?" She looked up at me.

"Warning: I can make you fall in love," I smirked while she rolled her eyes at me, making me chuckle.

"Is there anything that I would be surprised to find in your bedroom?" I questioned.

"An aluminum baseball bat? Safety first. What was your first impression of me?" She scrolled on her

screen a little before looking back up at me and asking.

"Beautiful, amusing, funny, and kind." I smiled at her, telling her the truth. I didn't miss the blush she

had. "What do you like about yourself the most?" I asked as she scooted higher up on the bed, causing

her shirt to ride up a bit.

"I like my eyes? And I think I'm funny so my sense of humor," she answered before fixing her shirt.

"What is one thing both of us have in common?" she asked while tucking a loose strand of hair behind

her ear.

"We both love to read and we're both single." I winked making her roll her eyes but smile right after.

"Which fictional character do you want to live as?" I raised my eyebrows at her.

She thought about it for a moment, "Rapunzel, she's cool, I think she has a fun life." She shrugged

casually. "Moment of truth Parker, how often do you lie?" Her eyes narrowed down to slits.

"Not that often. I joke around but I don't lie seriously. Do you think I'm attractive?" I smirked at her

teasingly.

"That's your question?" She raised her eyebrows at me while I nodded. She stuffed her face into my

bed, letting out a groan followed by a laugh. "Yes, Parker. I do." She nodded before looking back up at

me. "If life was a book, what would its title be?" She smoothly changed the topic.

"Undecided. Would you ever consider going out with me?" I answered quickly.

She gave me a pointed look.

"It's the website." I laughed, lying straight through the skin of my teeth.

"Maybe someday. Could you develop feelings for me?" she shot back. "It's the website," she spoke

mockingly.

I laughed and scratched the back of my neck awkwardly before responding.

Could I like her?

"Someday soon."