The first of the tales I have is a little story of some babysitting adventures. I think everyone knows of some children similar to these described. Just be very glad you don't have to deal with them
�Yea-aaahh! And so does Jamie when she baby-sits us! You should know, she�s your girlfriend.� The twin in the blue shirt chimed in a sing song voice. Their babysitter took a deep breath and ran a hand through his short black hair.
�Well, your mother and Jamie are not here now, are they? I�m in charge, and your mother never mentioned extra dessert to me. Ask her yourselves tomorrow and she�ll probably give you a rain check.� Devon explained through gritted teeth as he listened the two twins try to get their way for the thousandth time that evening. He glanced at his watch, and then out the window noticing as darkness began to fall. �Tim and Tom, cut the crap. Your parents left specific directions on the table. Jamie explained pretty much everything to me a second time,� Devon crossed his arms and continued, �Neither one of them talked about extra desserts. Besides it�s time for you two to get your pajamas on.� The twins scowled at Devon as they sized him up for yet another argument. He gritted his teeth and wondered how he let his girlfriend and the Marstons talk him into being the substitute sitter. A headache had taken up residence in his skull about 10 minutes after the Marstons left him to deal with the �Demon Twins,� and apparently had decided to invite it�s older cousin Mr. Migraine for a wild kegger. Tom noticed him flinch in pain from his headache and poked his brother in the ribs as a signal. Tim smiled and nodded.
�I DON�T WANNA GET PAJAMAS!!! I HATE BEDTIME!!!!! IT�S NOT EVEN DARK OUT!� was screamed at the top of Tim�s lungs. Tom squealed with laughter while high-fiveing Tim both missing Devon�s dark eyes flash red. As he hissed in a combination of rage and pain from his headache Devon managed say,
�Boys� I do not want to hear this. I WILL call your parents. They WILL come back. I guarantee they will not be happy with this.� As usual threats had no bearing on the Terrible Twins. Tom smiled sweetly, his angelic blue eyes sparkled as he spoke to Devon.
�Where is Jamie anyway? You�re her boyfriend isn�t she supposed to only take time off to Do you?�
�Yeah, what�s wrong with that.. girlfriends don�t go off and leave their boyfriends to babysit unless they�re kissing other guys- or GIRLS!� Tim added. The twins laughed hysterically after bating their sitter like that. Devon�s face twitch a little as he struggled for control of his anger. He bent down and put his hands on his knees so he was at eye level with the twins; as they saw the dark expression on his face Tim and Tom exchanged a look, knowing they had gone too far.
�Look kiddies,� he started off vehemently, "Jamie�s sorry she couldn�t come and be here tonight, but she has permanent plans on full moons. Your parents messed up the date of this engagement, so until about a week ago both Jamie as well as Mommie and Daddie dearest thought she would be able to look after you two brats. But what happens? Oops. They realize their mistake.� Devon paused and put a hand on each boy�s shoulder, drawing them closer to his face, �Jamie was really upset. Apparently she is rather fond of this job. Your parents have met me a couple of times when I helped Jamie out at those little parties they throw for you two. They suggested she ask me. Since all of her other friends were busy tonight and I wasn�t, well, you know what happened. I�m stuck helping her out by putting up with You Two.� He spat out the last two words as if they burned his tong. �I know perfectly well you can behave. You are fine for Jamie. Maybe because you know to stay on her good side. I highly recommend you stay on my good side as well. Capeash?� The speech ended with Devon�s pale face inches away from the faces of the twins. Tom gulped and Tim was visibly nervous.
�O-ok. We�ll go up and get our pajamas on now� We�ll even be good for the evening. Really� Tim stammered. Something about being that close to Devon made him nervous. Devon smiled at the boys� apparent unease. A little fear could be a good tool to have for the rest of the night.
�That�s good to hear. I think we just had a rough start, but will end up getting along quite well for the rest of the evening.� He explained with a dry laugh as he stood back up to his full height and released the boys. They immediately turned around and ran for the stairs to the sanctuary of their room. Devon smiled to himself as he washed the dinner dishes in the kitchen. His exquisite hearing allowed him to pick up the conversation of the boys from their bedroom upstairs.