The Babysitter

Chapter 7: Mario Kart

Chapter 7: (Aubrey's POV)- Mario Kart

After that pathetic argument, we kept our mouths shut and just sat there in silence. I, of course, being

the smart one, decided to pull out my phone as a distraction and boy was it working. I completely forgot

he was sitting right beside me.

Who the hell am I kidding? He's right there, I'm a nervous wreck and I have no clue why, my heart is

racing, I genuinely think this is what it feels like when you're going crazy. Am I right with my

hypothesis? I sure hope not.

After realizing that I wasn't even looking at my screen, I turned my phone off and placed it on the table

in front of us.

"Pretending to go on your phone doesn't help huh?" he spoke with a teasing tone lingering in his voice.

I turned to him with a glare. "Do you have anything better to do?" I questioned.

"I could think of something two people can do." His eyes shone with amusement with the smirk that

plays on his lips.

"You disgust me." I shook my head in disappointment. What else was I expecting him to say? Oh, let's

go take a walk? Not like he can do that either.

I feel kind of bad for him. He can't leave his own house and it probably sucks being a prisoner in your

own house, that too in the summer, when everything's more fun outside.

When the beach is nice and the water is cold, when lemonade stands are up. What a pity he can't go

out. I bet his room isn't organized either, that could kill some time.

"Take me up to your room," I spoke demandingly, closing my eyes once I realized how wrong that

sounded.

"Taking charge. I'm cool with that." He put his hands up in surrender.

"No, that's not what I meant," I groaned. "I wanna see your room." I shrugged casually.

"Whatever you say Aubs," he shrugged and patted my knee twice before grabbing my hand and pulling

me up. Oh, I see he's calling me Aubs now, ok. I don't know how he knows it because no one except

for Vi calls me that.

"Where'd you get the nickname?" I questioned as we walked up the stairs. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Just thought it suits you. Are you ok with it?" He glanced at me as we approached his room.

"Sure?" I replied but it came out like a confusing question, because did it matter?

"I'll just call you Carthy," he shrugged while opening the door for me with a boyish grin.

"Okay Parker, whatever you want," I spoke while looking around his room to see it was pretty clean.

The only thing that seemed to be a mess was his desk. Well, now I have something to do, and so does

he.

"So, what are your motives for bringing me up to my bedroom?" He flopped onto his bed while raising

his eyebrows at me promptly.

"Not what you want them to be. I'm looking for something to do and cleaning your desk sounds like a

pretty good idea to me, and you can help," I explained with a shrug.

"Do you have any idea how boring that makes you sound?" he pointed out.

"Then boring I am. Come on, get up," I demanded as I grabbed the books that were scattered on his

desk and tossed them onto the bed and some on the floor. "We'll split them into liked and disliked and

then you can give away the books you don't like. Okay?" I looked up at him to see him smiling down at

me.

"Okay." He nodded before we went through all the books, pile by pile. Doing this took about thirty

minutes only, he was making this too easy. Either way, we were done with our job. So we set the books

he would give away to the side and placed everything else back on his bookshelf.

"What now?" we dusted our hands simultaneously while he questioned.

"You tell me, this is your house isn't it? What do you usually do?" I asked due to pure boredom.

"Watch movies, eat, cook, go on my phone, play video games occasionally." He shrugged.

"What video games?" I narrowed my eyes down at him, hoping he would say the one game I like and

can play.

"I do have Mario kart if that's what you wanna hear," he chuckled while I silently cheered in my head.

"Oh yeah, Mario kart's cool. Wanna play?" I brushed it off, acting cool.

He laughed while opening his door for me. "My lady." He held his hand out, gesturing me to walk first.

I shook my head as we went back to the living room. I sat on the couch, waiting patiently or well, not so

patiently for him to set everything up before handing me the remote. I was going the classic route and

picking Mario even though we argued because he wanted to pick Mario. I suggested he took baby

Mario but this guy wasn't budging.

"Take Luigi, the underrated half of the Mario brothers," I grunted while trying to pick Mario but he

wouldn't let me. "Luigi's older than Mario and you're older than me," I stated factually. As if that was a

good argument.

"I'm only older by like two months," he argued while trying to pick Mario but before he could do so, I

snatched his controller.

"You don't know my birthday!" I argued defensively.

Why? No clue.

"Yes I do, it's October thirteenth! Mine is August twenty-fourth!" He proved my point.

"Exactly, you're older. Pick the older brother!" I tried picking Luigi for him but he took the controller back

in time.

"Fine! I'll take baby Mario." I let out a frustrated sigh before picking baby Mario.

He picked Mario and we began the race.

We picked Koopa Troopa Beach and we began racing. I'm not usually that much of a competitive

person but when it comes to Mario Kart, it's a whole different story.

"Go! Go!" I screamed as I got inked on while Xavier sped right past me. "Ha!" I cheered as he got inked

on too.

"One more lap! One more lap!" he screamed beside me, I was winning. I was in first, he was in second.

"Come on, come on, come on!" I screamed. "Yes!" I stood up and shouted as I came in first. "Loser!" I

teased, rubbing it in his face. I jumped around for a short moment before he spoke up.

"That's not fair! I got inked on!" he argued, pouting like a baby.

"So? I did too." I shrugged while setting the remote down.

He's gonna ask for a rematch in three, two, one...

"I want a rematch." he challenged. Boys and their egos. They just can't handle losing, let alone from a

girl I assume.

"Fine," I spoke sitting back down. "But I get Mario." I set down my condition.

"Fine," he spoke bitterly. This time he picked baby Mario and I got Mario, my lucky player. Let's do this

Mario.

"Good luck, loser," I mumbled as the countdown began. I sped, using the rocket start of course, and

went by smoothly, in the lead until he bumped his kart into mine.

"Bye Carthy!" he teased from beside me.

I threw out a shell shock which hit his kart full force as I swung by him. "Parker! I got you!" I teased as I

began my second lap while he finished his first. He threw a shell shock at me which I dodged and I

could now see the finish line while his kart followed me.

"Come on! Go!" he screamed from beside me as my kart crossed the line, his following closely but then

again, I won!

"Did I prove my point or would you like another game?" I arched an eyebrow at him tauntingly.

"I have to give it to you Carthy, you are one amazing Mario kart player. Hats off." He saluted me with

two fingers as I stood up and took a bow exaggeratedly.

"What else is there to do in this house of yours?" I sighed while sitting back down, both of us placing

our controllers on the table.

"We can cook something if you want? It's lunchtime anyway," he suggested while shrugging and

entering the kitchen, me following like a lost puppy.

"Um- I can't cook," I chuckled humorlessly.

He casually shrugged before turning to me, "So? I can. What do you want? Pasta, Lasagna, Mac n'

Cheese, Roasted chicken..." he trailed off.

The boy can cook? I'm impressed.

"Um- I'll stick to mac n' cheese," I spoke, playing it safe, I didn't know how good he cooked so I picked

something simple that I could cook too.