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The Babysitter	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 12260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Babysitter VI
Rating: R
Notes: I got this one out sooner
than I thought I would, so here it is. Enjoy!

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When
Billie got back to the hotel it was late. He wasn�t even sure how late. He
stepped off the elevator and walked down the hall to his suite, dumping his
jacket and phone in the living area he grabbed the key to the boys� room,
deciding to look in on them before going to bed. They�d had a good day today.
It
was Ava�s day to herself in the city and Billie had taken the kids to the zoo
and a movie before having to leave for his thing. And the less said about that
the better. He was really starting to hate promotional work.
He
wondered how Ava was doing. That first day, when they�d arrived in the city
she�d seemed fine. But coming back from her shopping excursion or whatever
she�d been off. Not like on the plane off, but different. Distant.
The
kids were asleep in the big bed, the bathroom light on and the door cracked so
that light shown through. He�d have to remember to thank Ava for that little
after thought. She was good at her job. Fats lifted his head from between his
paws. He was laying against the connecting door to
Ava�s room. Door shut, but knowing her she�d left it unlocked in case somebody
had a night mare.
The
dog got up, walked a few steps toward Billie and whined. Billie furrowed his
brow, �What�s wrong, buddy?�
Fats
wagged his tail once and then whined again.
�Timmy
fall down the well, boy?� Billie crouched in front of the dog, quiet so as not
to wake the kids. It was creepy how human dogs� eyes could look. He�d swear the
dog was calling him stupid in his head. �Okay Fats, what gives?�
Fats
Domino nudged the bottom of Ava�s door with his nose. Billie mentally debated
whether or not he should look in on her too. Granted she deserved her privacy
but she had been weird earlier. And even though she was the babysitter
he was technically responsible for her since she was underage�
He
just hoped she didn�t sleep naked.
He
brushed his knuckle against the door first, opening the door slowly. �Ava?� As
soon as the door was open wide enough the dog was through it, bounding across
the bare floor and up onto her bed. Billie slid inside her room, closing the
door behind him. �You okay?�
She
was sitting cross legged on the bed, her face pressed against a pillow. The
room was dark, but the drapes were open. There was enough light outside that he
could see her clearly, if dimly, she sat up slowly, her hands surreptitiously
wiping her cheeks as she went. She�d been crying.
Fats
clambered into her lap and immediately set about licking her cheeks.
Ava
stared silently at Billie. Waiting.
He
crossed the room and sat down at the edge of the bed. She didn�t make apologies
for her tears. He liked that. But he was disconcerted that she wasn�t talking.
It was eerie.
�How
was the interview?� She asked finally, her voice was hoarse. Looking at her
closely he could tell she�d been crying for quite some time. He shook his head.

�What�s
wrong?�
She
shrugged, sniffling loudly. �It doesn�t matter.� She gently shoved the dog off
her lap and walked to the window. Billie was actually worried now.
�Ava-�
�The
city�s real pretty at night, isn�t it?� She was standing in the middle of the
room, looking out of the windows. Her room did have an excellent view. But he
was confounded. He rose, putting a hand on her shoulder and turning her,
forcing her to look at him. Tears were still falling down her face. Silently. She wept, but didn�t cry.
�You�re
really freaking me out here, kid.� His hand slid up to cup her face when her
forehead creased, her face wrenching once as though she�d sob before smoothing
back out again. �Tell me, Ava.�
�You�d
laugh,� her voice sounded pained. He remembered again how you couldn�t pay him
to be seventeen again. Especially if he had to be a seventeen
year old girl.
�Is
it about Matt?�
She
pulled away from his hand. �No, it�s not about Matt.�
�Then
tell me what it is, kid.�
She
muttered something and then went to the window, turning her back on him
completely.
�Say
that again?�
�I
got a tattoo.�
Billie
stared at her back. Of all the things she could have said, that wasn�t
what he was expecting. �Were you not supposed to?�
Ava
shrugged, �Dad doesn�t care. He told me I could ages ago.�
�Then
what�s the problem?�
Her
entire body shuddered and she put a hand on the window glass. �My mom�s gonna
kill me!�
He
forced the laugh back down before it could escape. She was crying again, he
could hear it, even if he couldn�t see it in her reflection. He crossed the
room, taking her in his arms, she buried her face in
his chest, those arms snaking around his neck. He tried very hard not to focus
too much on the absurdity of the situation. If he laughed now she�d never
forgive him. �Why do you care what your
mom thinks, Ava?�
She
tried to talk around the tears, then gave up. Crying
some more before taking a deep breath and talking to his shirt. �Because I�m not like her. I want to be, you know. Artistic
and natural and whatever, but I�m just not!� She sniffed loudly and he
winced, it sounded like she was bombing her sinuses. �I mean, I try� but I like
dying my hair, and I like the music I listen to and I like how I
play piano and I liked Matt even though she said it was stupid to date
somebody like that and then he dumped me and she was right and I had to
tell her and then there was the tattoo parlor and I did it because I wanted to
prove that I wasn�t like her once and for all but I want to be
like her and now I know I�m not and I hate it!�
She
dissolved against his chest again and he was quiet, rocking her.
�And
dad says that she and I are more alike than I realize, but I don�t see it! And
I�ll do stuff and then she�ll look at me like- like where did you come from
and I just feel so guilty because I-I�m not what I should be-!�
�What
should you be?� He eased her back from him, forcing her to look him in the eye.
She slid her gaze to the left, looking instead at the dog at their feet. He
rolled his eyes, cupping her face and lifting her chin so that she had to look
him in the face. �What should you be?�
�I
don�t know,� she whispered finally, defeated. �She just wants me to be her. And
I�m not.� She shivered hard, �I�m like dad and she hates it.� She pulled
away from him, jerking her hands through her hair before pulling it up into a
sloppy bun. �I�m too aggressive. I try to hard to be seen. I�m too flamboyant.
I don�t think about anybody else. I�m selfish. I�m too detached. I don�t feel anything.�
�That
last bit�s a damn lie, you know. If you didn�t feel anything you wouldn�t be
this upset. And since when is being flamboyant a bad thing?�
�I
don�t know.�
�Ava,
just because you�re not like her does not make you a horrible person.�
�I
know.� She sounded wooden. He narrowed his eyes.
�Let�s
see it.�
She
looked up, confused.
�The
tattoo, come on, let�s see it.�
She
sighed, she was wearing a tee shirt and little else, but she stepped back,
turning around and walking into the bathroom where she flicked on the light. He
winced at the brightness, but didn�t comment, leaning against the doorjamb and
waiting. Ava stood in the center of the tiled bathroom and calmly started to
pull up the left side of the tee shirt.
The
shirt was long and pretty conservative as far as bed attire went, but Billie
found himself suddenly feeling a little bit like a pervert at the jump in his
belly when the shirt exposed the line of her underwear. He wasn�t sure why the
curve of her hip made his breath ragged, he had to force himself not to let it
show. She held the shirt high against her belly and pulled the panties down a
few inches on the left side so that her entire hip was exposed. Then she peeled
back the bandage. He licked his lips.
�Why a lotus blossom?� It was a good tat, actually, black outlined,
probably shaded, he couldn�t tell just yet, and it looked like purple around
the edges. It�d be cool once it healed.
�Cause
and effect, birth and rebirth, spirituality and all that.� she replaced the
bandage and winced before dropping her shirt back to where it was and sitting
on the toilet.
�Oh,�
he sat down on the edge of the toilet and looked at her profile. �You�re more
special than you like to think you are.�
She
reddened, suddenly embarrassed. Actually, all of a sudden he was embarrassed
too.
�I
mean-well-�
�Thanks,
Billie.� She turned on the toilet lid, her knees bumped his. �Why�d you come
here tonight?�
�I
don�t know,� he answered finally. What was he doing here? Ava leaned forward,
he didn�t move, his forearms rested comfortably on his knees and he was so
close to her face that he could nudge her nose with his if he wanted. But he
was suddenly tense. Wary of something that he couldn�t name.
�I�m thinking maybe I should go back to Mister Armstrong, though.�
�Why?�
She looked momentarily confused, but waited for him to answer. He shrugged.
�Because of this.�
�What
is this?� She asked softly, arching one eyebrow.
�This,�
he gestured between them.
�Oh, this?� She caught his hand, playful. �Or this�?�
When
her lips touched his he nearly fell into the bath tub.
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