Thread: He's My Nanny (Ava & Pina Colada)

Sorry for the obnoxiously late post. My computer was being an evil little shit as usual. Anywho I'm super excited to get started The strumming of a guitar and melodic tone that filtered through the room let Davis know Andrea was in one of her moods. Opening his eyes, he shifted under the sheets until he could read the clock on his nightstand and sighed. He had two hours before he needed to be at his interview and the feeling was bittersweet. Up until six weeks ago, the 20 year old worked in a small dinner helping one of his family members sling burgers and whatever else people decided to order. While hed been grateful, the pay wasnt enough to keep him there, the hours made it so that he had next to no social life, and it made college look like even less of an option. So he quit and made the next months rent by selling some of his prized possessions which is why he jumped at the chance when his roommate saw an ad looking for a nanny. Having 3 siblings of his own, he figured it was something he could handle and for what she was paying, he couldnt really pass it up even if he wanted to. After a quick stretch and a few popped joints, Davis slid out of bed and pulled some clothes out of the closet before heading to the bathroom to shower. A look in the mirror showed just how much he needed it with a five oclock shadow, smoke ridden hair, and the smell of booze and sweat lingering on his body. At least he could say his honey eyes werent bloodshot from the high he went to sleep with. Why he let his friends talk him into partying every weekend hed never know but took it in stride. Davis wasnt what most people expected. When they heard his full name they assumed his was whiteand probably a ginger who liked to drink. It usually came as a surprise when they saw him, some 61 dude with a perpetual tan and slight Chicago accent. His father was Irish and his mother who he took after was Brazilian. How they managed to find one another is beyond him but he wasnt complaining, even if they did piss him off sometimes. It was partly why he moved out to begin with. He appreciated the simple things in life, like privacy. They saw differently. The smell of coffee had him out of the shower and getting dressed, putting on a pair of blue jeans and a simple grey shirt before heading to kitchen, hair still slicked wet. You might wanna invest in a moreprofessional outfit one of these days. Andreas scanned his lean body with a look of disappointment and he looked down at what he was wearing. It was clean and wrinkle free. What more did she want? Ill be taking care of kids, not drawing up business proposals and kids are dirty so why waste my hard earned money? He poured himself a cup a coffee and tossed back two gulps before turning and leaning against the counter as his roommate made herself breakfast. Besides, dont you think my charismatic personality is enough? Whatever, dont say I didnt warn you. The keys are on the table. You better get going if you want to be there on time. He smirked at the worry in her voice. Some might mistake it for care but she just wanted him working so hed have a legitimate way to pay the bills again. Ignoring the slight burn, he downed the rest of his coffee before saying his goodbyes and heading out. The house he was supposed to go to wasnt that far but traffic was always a pain in the ass. Even so he made it there with five minutes to spare. The houses in the neighborhood were bigger than any hed ever lived in and Miss. de Beaumonts was no exception. She was probably some middle aged woman who thought shopping and work were more important than their kid. He never understood why people had children if they werent going to love and support them like they needed. He guessed he would just have to do it for them. He closed the car door and made sure he looked presentable, Andreas comment getting to him a little, before heading to the front door and ringing the doorbell.