The kids are all... fudged... up (1/?)
Title: The kids are all... fudged... up
Author: Sarcasticweathe
Rating: Pg (At the moment)
Pairings: Rydon
Warnings: None, unless you've had a terrible experience with children/babysitting.
POV: 1st, Ryans (may switch later not sure)
Summary: Maybe babysitting isn't as bad as Ryan thinks..
Disclaimer: There's so many things wrong with it so it's obviously impossible for this to be true, as in this Brendon's the oldest sibling and other things I made up (as in all of it!)
Author's Note: By the way, I didn't know what the names of Brendon's family were (are?) so I just googled mormon names and chose my favourites, so if it turns out my source was incorrect my apologies.
As you can see from the above, nothing's sure at the moment, I'm not even sure where this is going (apart from to their bedroom ;)) so this should be interesting..
Ryan
Dear Livejournal,
So it's friday evening and everyone's out partying and getting drunk and guess what I'm doing. Babysitting. Blame my mum, she was talking to our new neighbours about how hard it is to find good babysitters, she hasn't had to think about that in years, and some how this ended up with me spending my friday evening/night, yeah they didn't say when they were coming back, watching some obnoxious kids run about messing up the place when all I want to do is relax, maybe write some more lyrics and bitch about school, and everyone in it, with Spencer.
Oh yeah and apparently they have a kid my age who apparently they don't trust to look after his siblings, yet they'll trust a complete stranger? Anywho, I must go venture into the world that those screaming balls of impatience seem to rule. If you don't hear from me again presume I'm dead. Farewell!
Ryan out.
"Oh hey you must be George.."
"Ryan.."
"..thanks for offering to babysit, like I was saying to your mother George.."
"Ryan!"
"It's so hard to find a good babysitter, and then if you can how do you know they're not a pae.."
"Hannah! Time to go"
"Coming Boyd, well thank you George.."
"Ryan.."
"..For baby sitting for us, they've already been fed and had their showers, I've written down additional information like bed times and there's a list of num..." Was all I heard before she was dragged out the door by her husband.
"Bye"
I turned round to see double. Well twins but still!
"Hi George!" They said in perfect unison
"Erm.. hey.. it's Ryan by the way.. And you are?"
"But mum called you George.." Again in perfect unison
"Well that's my name but everyone calls me George"
"Why?"
Yeah it's going to be a long evening/night.
Dear Livejournal,
Or should I say my one source of sanity, I've been here for 10 minutes and already I hate babysitting. After explaining to the twins (Lily and Naomi) that although yes my first name was George I go by my middle name, simple concept? It took them several explanations to get it! I met their little brother, Tanner, ah I do love Mormons, who seemed to get the idea my name was Ryan pretty quickly. I still yet to see their older brother (sister?) I can't work out which, he (she?) appears to wear skinnies (not that that says much as I wear skinnies and I'm pretty sure I'm a boy) and has good taste in music but that's all I know at the moment.
Ryan Out.