(6) The Pawty pt. 1

"I am saying this because it seems like you forgot that I am not good with children," I muttered silently through gritted teeth as I watch Northon doing the best that he can to pull the young girl away the cotton candy bar.

A cotton candy bar in a kid's party. A cotton candy bar.

"I still can't believe that kids nowadays would rather rent the whole carnival than go to one." I added as I fix my ponytail.

"I know." Weston scoffed. He then looks at me through his lashes because he is now holding the girl down the floor, "And I am not good with them myself."

I hissed angrily, "Then why the hell did you said yes for babysitting?!" I bent down and took his grip off the girl's waist. I looked at the pretty brunette and said, "No running, and no jumping. Okay?"

She nodded. Hesitantly, I let her go. She giggled and started hopping to a group of kids wearing bright colored neon skirts and roller skates. Most likely and hopefully her friends.

"I need cash, alright?" He muttered as he stands up a