I'm not usually a morning person, but once I'm up, I'm up. And today I just so happened to wake up at 8. Greaaaat.

I played some Christmas music while I got ready. See, on weekends I take my time and go all out just to sit back and relax while watching Netflix. On weekdays, I throw on a hoodie, brush my teeth, and walk out the door hoping I don't look as bad/tired as I feel.

I didn't need to bother showering because I'd showered the night before. My hair wasn't doing the thing, the good thing, instead it was doing the really bad thing, so I decided to curl it which only takes like 15 minutes. I did my full make up routine (oooo fancy), and got dressed. I threw on a pair of Christmas-y patterned leggings, like the ones girls on tumblr wear during the winter, a black long sleeve v-neck, and a pair of cozy grey knitted boots that I wear around the house everyday. I sprayed some perfume, brushed my teeth, and sat down on my bed.

"Melody!" My mom yelled from the foyer.

"Coming!" I yelled back. I went down the spiral marble staircase, careful not to fall down it like I always do, and looked up from my phone at the door. I saw my mom talking to the blonde boy.

Oh no. Oh no no no no NO.

I didn't want him to be cute. I wanted to get this over with and go back to my normal life. But holy mother of god he's CUTE.

He had curly blonde hair, not too curly but just the right amount of curly. He had the cutest smile I'd ever seen and he was tall. Not too tall, but tall enough to be towering over me. Oh, who am I kidding, everyone's taller than me. I'm 5'1. I'm 16 and 5'1. Like ???? Jesus what was your plan when you made me? 'Oh, a little bit of kindness, a whole lot of sexiness, and height? Oh looks like I've ran out of all of that, looks like she'll have to be a midget BYE NOW.' Jesus, why you playin with me?

"And this is my daughter Melody." As his golden brown eyes met my green ones, I breathed out a sigh and didn't let my emotions get the best of me.

"Oh great, it's the help." I rudely commented. If my mom was hiring a guy my age to babysit me for 2 and a half weeks, I wasn't going to have the best attitude, regardless of his looks.

"Melody! Apologize!" My mom said to me.

I had a million of rude comments I could've said to this guy. A million, billion rude and sarcastic remarks that you sure would've gotten a kick out of, but then I realized something.

"Oh sweet Jesus the lord is testing me." I whispered to myself.

"What?" My mom asked.

"Nothing, my..... child.... is burning in the oven gotta blast!" And I ran into the kitchen, breathing heavily.

After a few minutes of just standing there, the blonde boy walked in.

"Your parents just left." He said. Not my parents, my mom and..... Steve. I hate Steve.

They didn't even say goodbye? Wow. Ruuuuuude.

"How old are you?" He asked.

"16" I replied. A moment of silence. "You?"

"17." He replied. Another moment of silence.

I saw his eyes glance towards the box in front of me. I knew what it was. Angel food cake. Mmmmm my favorite. Well, one of my favorites. Can't put favorites on food am I right?

"What's in the box?"

"A picture of spongebob at the Christmas party." I replied immediately. He was obviously taken back by it and started laughing.

"You're funny, I like you."

"You're weird, I don't like people."