James Dexter
From Create Your Own Story
'Goodbye, sweetie,' your mother tells you, zipping up the last suitcase before giving you a peck on the cheek. 'Next time we're going on a holiday, you're coming, don't worry about that. And you'll like Serah. She's a sweet girl, just don't make life too hard on her.' Your mother gives you a peck on the cheek, before returning to the packing.
'I'll see you in a week, all right, son?' Your father, giving you a pat on the back. 'Serah will cook for you, and put you to bed, but I'm trusting you to do everything else yourself. All right?'
Your two sisters walk outside, dragging suitcases packed with clothes. A taxi bleeps outside, and your mother mutters, 'fuck, we're late.' A second later she turns to you and says, 'Don't copy my language.' A smile, a kiss, then out the door with the rest of the family. You weave goodbye.
A few seconds later, your new babysitter starts walking down the garden path. Your hormones having kicked in two years back, you can't help but scrutinize.
Serah's hair is flowing gold silk, coming down to her shoulders. Her startlingly clear green eyes compliment a well toned mouth and nose. The top two buttons of her shirt seem to have broken off, exposing moderately large breasts - you've seen bigger, but not in a while.
'You must be James! Are you parents still here?' She asks you.
'No, they just left.'
'Well then, I'm sure your parents told you this, but I'll tell you again. I'm staying in their bedroom - feel free to call me at any time.' She checks her watch. '7:30 AM. I'll assume your parents were in a bit of a rush, should I make breakfast?'
