Elsa's Pov
A cute little six-years-old girl skipped out to greet me. Petrina Parker, a child that immediately sets me internally screaming "adorable!" when I saw her, a sweet and gentle child. Her hair was lighter back then, chestnut I suppose. I had to resist myself from pinching her little cheeks.
"Hi there. I'm Elsa and I will be your babysitter for today," I lowered my body to the ground to make me appear small like her.
"Hi!" A new voice came from the kitchen which startled me.
An another girl appeared behind Petrina. She must be about four years younger than me, I suppose. She have similar facial features as Petrina, with their rosy cheeks, wavy brown hair and lovable energy. Although, there was something that I could not pin-point. Something about this family gives me a sense of familiarity.
"I'm Petrina's older sister Paisley."
I gave them back a smile.
"Why do you need a babysitter?" I turned to face Mrs Parker. Paisley seemed responsible and old enough to take care of Petrina, so is there really need to have me around?
"My husband and I are going to a party in just about fifteen minutes; Paisley had to work on her school project and my oldest son..." She gave a sigh before she continued, "He'd explode the whole house if he takes care of Petrina. Oh, speak of the devil. There he is." She motioned her eyes to the stairs in the house that leads to the second floor. At first, only footsteps were heard from the stairs. And then, the figure appeared, ending up shocking me a little.
Peter came down the stairs.
"Peter? What are you doing here?" I marveled.
"I was going to ask you the same question," he jested.
"You two know each other?" Mrs Parker cut in.
"Yeah, Mom. Elsa's the new student in our class." Peter stated.
Mom?!?
"I'm sorry for interrupting... but he's your son?!" What a small, small world this was. A lady I have helped just happened to be the mother of my friend.
Mrs Parker nodded. Without a warning, her eyes darted away from mine, her own eyes widened in bewilderment and suddenly exclaimed, "Elsa, you're bleeding!"
My eyes traced to my arms. Thick red blood was really oozing out my pale skin.
"I'll go get the first aid!" Peter implied and bolted back upstairs.
"Shortcut," I simply said.
Mister and Mrs Parker gave me their contacts for emergency purposes and their children's rules to follow. Right as they were leaving, Peter came down the stairs again, this time with a box of first aid.
"So, you're the irresponsible son I've been hearing about," I teased as he pass me the first aid.
"Yeah, and you're the girl who just can't seem to stay out of my life," he joked.
Oddly enough, my nose felt tight and... the urge to sneeze? No. I am never afraid of the cold. It was... Peter. He suddenly smells really... nice? I didn't mean to be creepy, but he didn't applied colon, did he? Gosh.
Just as I was about to ask about it, the door bell rung again. I was half expecting the Parkers came back because they forgot an item, but why would they ring the bell if this is their house? I was not expecting to see Liv and Michael at the door when Peter opened it. What in the world? Michael's arms were filled with snacks and Liv's were drinks.
"We've brought chips, popcorn..." Michael paused, shocked to see me in the house of Peter's. Liv too.
Before they could even say a word, I noted," I am babysitting Petrina tonight."
"I never knew you could take care of kids?" Liv walked over to the living room to chuck the heavy drinks on the table.
"I figured on the way."
Wait a minute. Both Michael and Liv are here. Is it too much to ask if they could babysit instead? I'm not sure about Michael, but I've known Liv practically my whole life to know that she could handle an easy task like this.
"Hey, since the three of you are here, is it alright if you guys babysit Petrina while I'm gone for a short while? I mean, Peter wouldn't blow the house down with you two, right?" I beseeched.
"Yeah, sure! With the Mighty Mike around, everything will be under control!" Michael affirmed.
I rolled my eyes, but secretly laughed in the inside. Was this is same Michael I knew when I was on my way to L.A.?
"Really?" Peter challenged.
So, with my book hidden behind my back, I set off to the city.