Bella The Babysitter: Chapter 4

Bella The Babysitter

Chapter Four

Bella Swan POV

Searching for a job in such a small town wasn't a very easy task, especially when I had been hired and fired by the majority. Emmett refused to try to get me a job at the joke of a game store he worked at just inside of Forks and Rose had already tried to get me on as a receptionist at the doctor's office she nursed at. I lasted a grand total of three days until I pissed off the head receptionist by alphabetizing the patient files from A to Z instead of the bullshit they called an organization plan.

I had placed a few applications during the day around Emmett's game store but nothing looked very promising seeing as it was the middle of the summer and all the teenagers had already soaked up the minimum wage employment.

I had pretty much forgotten about the ad that Emmett placed on Craigslist until he busted in my room one afternoon after dinner to show me the many offers I was given. There was a grand total of four replies, three pictures of men with their wangs hanging out and the last one was a very kinky couple that wanted me to walk into their home and take on the role of the wife including going out on the town all while the wife acted as a family friend tagging along. Let's just say no one got a reply back on the Craigslist front and I bribed Emmett with chocolate cranberry muffins to take the ad down.

I had even had the wonderful honor of falling victim of an online agency. Luckily Rose came home right before I could send in my banking information for direct depositing my wages. She first slapped me on the back of the head and then confiscated my computer so now I was only able to place applications via pen and paper or under the careful watch of my roommates.

I felt like a preteen with the way they treated me lately and finally had to put my foot down when I was handed a ten dollar bill from each of them after I did the dishes one morning. I resulted to acting like an immature preteen as I flung the money in the dishwater and stomped to Rose's and my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Four days of silent treatment and refusing to eat resulted in something magical.

Day four I found myself sitting in the middle of the living room while my internet chaperones sat awkwardly on the small couch, Emmett rescued from a thrift store. I couldn't focus on my elaborate resume because my eyes were focused on Tweedle Dee and Tweedle dumb ass's awkward I-want-to-touch-but-I'm-too-chicken-shit-to-do-so dance. Emmett's hand would get tired of being all tight and balled up against his thigh so he would flex and accidentally brush against Rose's leg as she flipped through a magazine she wasn't even paying attention too. Rose would tense up and pull away quickly as if it burned and the entire cycle would repeat itself.

Six times, touching, tensing, shifting, flipping. Lather, rinse, mother fucking repeat until SNAP.

I threw the pen I was using to make notes in my Resume Writing for Dummies right at the wall above their heads. Rose was caught by surprise as Emmett grabbed her in an effort to shield her from the flying projectile. They did this whole slow motion gaze into each other's eyes for a total of thirteen seconds before I stood up.

"Finally you fucking pussies." I screamed, they turned to me slowly before catching each other's eyes once again and went back to ignoring anything that wasn't the other person. "You two have been skirting around each other for fucking years. I hope you're happy together you stupid fuck heads."

I grabbed my computer off the coffee table and headed down the hallway just before the door to the bedroom shut I heard the distinct sounds of lips smacking.

Gross.

A week later I was enjoying a nice cup of tea in the kitchen before bed sulking in my lack of job-ness when Rose came in and sighed as she leaned against the sink.

"Hi Bells."

"Hi Rose. Want some?" I gestured towards the kettle.

"No thanks. I wanted to talk to you." she shifted. "About me moving into Emmett's room."

"Cool." I shrugged. "It's about time I mean you've been sneaking into his room the past couple of nights. It's only right."

"But."

I picked up my cup. "Have fun, don't ask me to help and use protection or that bastard better make an honest woman out of you."

Living in the same house with a couple that were so grotesquely in love with one another was absolutely appalling. I had taken to listening to my Zune at night for fear of having to hear the two of them and I made sure to clean and sanitize anything and everything I planned on touching even though they were very respectful of my living there.

The searching for a job continued for a few more days and each passing day brought more and more disappointment. Rose and Emmett tried to convince me that I shouldn't worry but I felt guilty having them pay for everything and this was the longest I had gone without a job.

I fell into a small funk and even applied at the local burger joint. Being a vegetarian was rough in fast food joints, the whole touching meat disturbed me but in an hour of need I had worked at a hotdog stand and a few other chain restaurants that served carcass.

I got a call back almost immediately after hitting submit. I had just hung up the phone after agreeing with the manager on a time to meet up for an official interview when the door burst open revealing Emmett's huge ass.

"Get dressed. Something presentable. I might have gotten you a job." he wheezed holding his chest like he was about to have a heart attack.

When I sat, frozen in shock for a second too long, he grabbed me by the arm and drug me to my bedroom. He then tore into my closet like a bat out of hell and started pulling things out and tossing them my way.

"We have to hurry Beezy." he said tossing me my dream jeans.

You know the pair, the one's you buy that are like two sizes too small just for the simple fact that they were insanely cheap. After trying to fit into them doing everything but lathering your thighs down in Crisco to get them over your hips, you turn them into your goal pair of pants… eventually when you're able to shed a few unwanted pounds you will be able to slip them on with a feeling of satisfaction.

I've had my dream jeans for two and a half years. They were only four dollars and refused to stretch to accommodate my nonexistent thunder thighs according to Rose but I couldn't part with them.

"You're going to have to stop and step out of the room Em. I don't think Rose will take it too kindly if she finds out you watched me undress." I shooed him out of the room.

"You forget I came home to find you both doing tequila shots and attempting at hot yoga in your birthday suits." he laughed as I slammed the door in his face.

"It was fucking hot." I screamed.

Not knowing what kind of job interview I was heading for and not wanting to question lard face I dressed in a casual pair of beige flared dress pants and a white button up shirt with a black vest over the top. I decided to wear my power boots the only form of shoe with a heel that I was able to walk somewhat gracefully in. I clipped my shoulder length hair up at the back of my head in a messy but professional bun and straightened my bangs. After applying some cover up to my dreaded period pimples I was plagued with on that certain time of the month, I headed out to find Emmett impatiently waiting by the door foot tapping and all.

We got in his giant red neck honky tonk truck and headed towards Forks.

"I thought you refused to let me interview at the game store?" I asked as we entered Forks.

"Oh you're not interviewing at the game store." Emmett smiled before turning to me. "How good are you with kids?"

"Um, never really felt the need to get to know one. Why?" then it donned on me. "Emmett, I'm not working at Chuckee Fucking Cheeses."

"Shut up." he sighed before pulling into the driveway of a massive house. "Get ready to lie a little. On second thought, let me do all the talking."

Edward Cullen POV

The search for a proper nanny for Lucas was grueling and a proverbial dead end. I had interviewed more than fifty women but during none of those had I felt in my heart that they were the right ones. I even interviewed a few men but none of the applicants met my needs and wants.

I was dying to hole up in my office, a room on the first floor that my mother and sister in law set up for me. I had attempted to go inside a few times just to do a little bit of writing but every time I started up my computer, something would happen. The door bell would ring, Lucas would decide he didn't want to be alone during his tummy time on the floor by my desk or the dryer would beep.

Today I decided to take us on a walk back to the strip mall. Just as we passed Moe's, Emmett walked out and gestured for us to go inside.

"I'm so effing bored today. My girlfriend refuses to come down here for lunch and Mondays are super dead. Seriously I don't even know why we open on Mondays." he said as he handed me a soda out of the mini fridge behind the counter. "How's Luke today?"

"Great. I'm trying to find a nanny but I'm about to give up." I shrugged.

"You're looking for a nanny?"

"Yeah. I've interviewed about fifty people and no one meets my expectations. I haven't been able to work in weeks and it's sort of driving me crazy." I babbled.

"Well what are you looking for?"

"I need someone that's willing to come and live with Lucas and I. I'm sort of new at this, so experience is a plus. I have to travel for work at times so I need the nanny to be willing to travel with Lucas and I." I sighed. " I think I've set my standards too high. I work at home but need time that I can just sort of escape to my office without having to worry about feeding Lucas. Great now I sound like an ass hole."

"Nah, I understand dude." Emmett patted me on the shoulder harshly and looked down at Lucas as he slept in his stroller. "He's a pretty cool kid eh?"

"Well he's the first one I've ever met but as far as I can tell, he's pretty easy to please. Clean diaper and a warm bottle make him happy." I smiled down at my godson.

"I'm about to close shop." Emmett passed me a pad of paper and pencil. "Write down your address and give me an hour. I might be able to answer your prayers."

"What are you talking about?" I asked looking down at the paper.

"Just trust me. I'll see you in an hour at your house."

After stopping and grabbing some diapers and formula Lucas, I headed home. To be truthful I didn't really put a lot of faith in Emmett's attempt at answering my prayers. I had just sat down to feed him a bottle when the doorbell rang.

Lucas was not too happy to have his meal interrupted so I hurried to the door.

Lucas was screaming as I opened the door and the only thing I heard was a feminine voice softly ask. "Dude are they torturing a cat or some shit in there?" before Emmett coughed.

"Bella meet Edward. Edward this is my roommate and really good friend Bella Swan. Currently unemployed."