The sitter

I didn't know what to say. He practically just asked me to move in with him. I had known him for one day. Part of me was shouting, "Patrick Kane, the frat-boy?? Move in with him? You'll be with your own child if you do that!", but a bigger part of me said, "He's nice, he lugged your ass all over town, without trying to impregnante you. Besides, people get married after knowing a person for a few months, is this really that bad?"

Even with the argument of my stupid self (the side that wanted to move in with him), I knew that I had to come to a happy medium, or at least try to get to know him better before I moved in.

"Your place isn't baby proof, and the William's only have one guest bedroom, so unless you sleep in their bed…"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But, like, you can still come over, if you want. Or I could come over, you know, fight off the ghosts or demons in that place."

I laughed out loud. Thank God it wasn't an awkward situation. "I'll definitely have to hit you up on that offer. A lot."

"Well, first things first, you have to teach me how to hold it, and then we can step up from there. Which, if we are going to hang out, I should learn how to do that soon.."

Patrick. Fucking. Kane. Asking me to teach him something. Spend time with him. In a household alone. I couldn't say no. "You'd have to give something in return." I replied, not realizing how suggestive it sounded. I think he knew, because his face got red and his knuckles got white.

He parked his car in his reserved spot, right near the door, and we made our way to the wall space in between my door and his.

"So," Patrick began, leaning against the wall. "Your place or mine?"

I hit him, and he laughed, ducking his head.

"Give me thirty minutes." I said, biting my lip and walking into the William's.

*Patrick's POV*

I thought I had mastered speed cleaning. Every now and then, my parents, or one of my sisters, would call me and give me a day's warning before I had to pick them up from the airport. Usually after a massive party at my place, or after a night that I couldn't remember.

The kitchen was easy, all I had to do was hide all of my dirty plates in the dishwasher, clear out the fridge, which was mostly old pizza, beer, or gatorade. Then, I ran the trash to the chute outside in the hallway. Now, I had 25 minutes.

The TV room was also easy. I picked up all of my video games and put them in random cases, and threw them in a container by my x-box. I also folded a blanket, which was something I hadn't done since I moved out of my parent's house at age 15. 21 minutes. Next was the guest room, which was easy. All I did was fluff up pillows and make the bed look more presentable.

Second to last, my bathroom. I shoved the box of condoms under the sink. I had ones in the table by my bed, anyway. With it went advil, icy-hot, and random shampoo bottles I stole from whatever hotels we stayed at on the road. I ran the trash out to the hallway, and then did something I thought I would never have to do. I broke out the swiffer mop.

I had no idea why I had the thing. Every time I opened my bathroom closet to get a towel, I would think, "I should just throw this away." Thank God I didn't. I mopped the whole bathroom, which added up to more than I had ever done in my life. I even did the shower, and the space behind the toilet. 12 minutes.

12 minutes to clean up something that could take 12 days. My bedroom. I started with clothes, taking off my shorts and tee and changing into jeans and a henley. I threw them in the laundry basket, along with whatever other clothes were on the floor. Then. My bed. I threw my comforter over my other blankets, and arranged it to look nice. If we were going to do what I usually did on my bed, she wouldn't care about the blankets. I threw all of my empty plastic water bottles in a drawer, and looked around. I was actually impressed, until a flash of red caught my eye.

Red lace. Behind a chair I had in the corner of my room. I quickly picked them up, wondering what to do with them. I looked around my room. I could put them in my laundry basket, but what if she wanted to do my laundry? I couldn't throw them away, because all of my garbage was in the hallway, and what if she walked out when I was throwing them down the chute? "Hey, don't worry, they're my sisters!" Not really.

I didn't even remember the girl. Maybe after Nashville, no, it was the Wild. The weird girl with the spider lashes. She blew me in the cab and we had to walk the rest of the way home. I don't even think she stayed the whole night.

I did the only thing I could think of. I went into the guest bedroom, and opened the only open-able window in the house, and dropped them. I felt bad for the poor citizen that they would land on, but I had to do what I had to do.

I did all of that with two minutes to spare, and now I didn't know what to do. Cook? Learn how to speak spanish? I walked over to my couch and sat down. I didn't want her to think I was nervous.

It would look weird if I just sat, doing nothing, so I turned the TV on, and flipped it to abc family, then the cw, and then disney. Then I went back to abc, then MTV. Girls like MTV. I think.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I wanted to run to it and open it right away, but I had to remind my self to stay casual. She probably didn't even like me. Why would she? Well, other than the Patrick Kane thing, and being sort of hot (Let's be honest), I wasn't always nice, and I'm sure she knew.

So, I counted to 12, because that's as long as I could last, and opened the door.

*Mel's POV*

As soon as I shut the door, I ran to the bathroom, starting a shower. I probably looked like I was a crack-whore going through withdrawals. I know for a fact that sometime in the last two days,
Jaxon had spit on me at least five times, and vomited once. I also had sweet potato baby food in my bra. My hair looked like it was coming alive and trying to take flight off of my head.

I didn't know where I should put Jaxon, but after I changed his diaper (he pooped in the car and Patrick and I hadn't noticed), I put him in his travel crib and moved it into the bathroom.

28 minutes to shower, do my hair and make-up, and pick an outfit. It could take me 28 minutes to decide what lipgloss I was going to wear on the rare occasions I went out.

I managed to get in and out of the shower in six minutes, and dry myself off, wrap my self in a towel, and put my hair in a towel turban in two. Now, I had 20 minutes.

I picked Jax up, and walked him into the guest room.

"Jaxon," I asked, knowing he wouldn't answer. "What does one wear around Patrick Kane? I suppose if you were older, you would say that I should wear nothing. And I want to agree, but people would only count this as the second date. So I should wear clothes."

I set him on the bed, and started digging through the two suitcases I brought. I found a pair of skinny jeans and I knew I wanted to wear them, but what would I wear on top?

I flipped my second suitcase open, and looked at my underwear and bras. I would definitely wear matching ones, but was red to slutty, and pink to girly? I decided on black. Black was good. Sexy, and made me look good. I think. A black, lacy thong and a black bra, with lace accents.

I pulled my underwear on, along with my jeans, and put on the bra. 17 minutes

I should wear layers. He could have a cold apartment, or a really hot one. This was way too difficult

"Jaxon, why!?!" I said, and he just gurgled.

I picked a flowy tank top, and a grey cardigan.

I looked at my self in the mirror. I looked good, minus face and towel turban. I had 15 minutes to do my hair and makeup.

"Shoot me. In my stomach. Then I won't have to do this." I said out loud. But honestly, whenever I was around Patrick, I could get shot in the stomach and not even know.

I managed to brush my hair and throw a halo/hippie braid in, in under 5 minutes. I quickly spritzed myself in body splash before I forgot, and then moved on to my makeup.

I didn't want to wear too much, but I had to wear some. So a little bit of mascara, concealer, powder, and chapstick.

Now I had two minutes. And I knew what I had to do. I turned the baby monitor on, and went back into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I scrubbed for a full two minutes, spit, and then did a shot of mouthwash. My gums burned, but I was going to Patrick fucking Kane's apartment.

I picked Jaxon up, forgoing the carrier. He had been in it all day, and he deserved a break. Then I walked out of the safety of the William's and knocked on the uncharted territory of Patrick's place.

Notes

Please rate, comment, and subscribe!