Mike Wheeler (you his babysitter)

Mike is 15, you're 20 Mike always eat lunch alone at school, he wouldn't even try to befriend someone. This concerned some teachers to feel enough sympathy to suggest Mrs Wheeler to hire a babysitter for him. One more advisor in the house increased the chances of Mrs, Wheeler, Mr. Wheeler and Holly to go out to places, and that's what they did.

Karen- "Thank you so much for being here. We'll see you soon."

The afternoon got to Mike as he slowly drifted away into the state of slumber, not caring about the outside world.

22:54

That was 7 hours ago. You finally fumbled with the house keys of Mike's house before entering it with a exhausted sigh. The projects, a lot of documents worn you out. Your mind going wild as they fought the urge to scream your stress out. Your usual soft, kind and caring personality now in the gutter.

Mike- "Hey."

A soft, low voice echoed through the living room as you turned your head to Mike's direction. He already had his night clothes on with the plushie you won for him at a random fair. Your hands occupied in throwing your coat, tie, backpack and bottle.

You- "What do you want?!"

Mike- "I was waiting for you for ages, yk? I couldn't even sleep and-"

You- "Can you shut up for once, Mike? Give me a break from the events of the day took over your mind."

Though it didn't took long for you to regret their words as soon as Mike's face dropped. His lips quivering with his eyes widened in shock as he suddenly felt his legs move on its own, dashing towards his room and slamming the door behind him. The look in his eyes showed every single possibility of him burying his face in his pillow and completely break down.

You- "Shit-"

You enter his room, practically barged in with a regretful look on your face. Your tired and guilty eyes scanned the room, and there he was. His body laid on the edge of the bed, his back facing You with his arms clutching the plushie to his chest, burying his face in the plushie's.