I had a really hard time with this chapter for whatever reason -_- so it may be little shorter than usual. Thanks to my beta Sheila! Okay, thats it, enjoy!

Brian drove home on edge. A headache was slowing forming as the smell of pizza filled the small car. Getting Justin to bed was nothing short of a challenge, but after many rounds of "where is Justin hiding now?" and "Lets repeat everything Brian says, until he's ready to scream," he wore himself out. Once Justin passed out on the couch, he had carried him to his room and put him to bed. He nearly jumped for joy when Mr. and Mrs. Taylor arrived home. He didn't tell them about the pizza ordeal, not to protect Justin, but to protect his job. They seemed surprised that Brian was willing to come back. Mr. Taylor paid him one-hundred and fifty dollars before he left. He was grateful to have some money back in his wallet after spending that last of his on pizza.

He pulled up to his apartment building and parked. He got out of the car, taking the pizzas with him and whistled loudly to get the in the alley beside his building. They saw him (and the pizza) and made their way over. Brian took the top two pizzas for himself and Lindsey and put the other 18 in-front of the forming group of young men before him. "Go nuts!" He yelled. The hustlers didn't have to be told twice. Brian turned and made his way to the entrance of the building. He stopped and turned back to the hustlers. "Hey!" He yelled, grabbing their attention once again, "This is a one time thing, alright? Don't expect me to do this kind of thing anytime soon!"

He walked to the front door, took out his keys, unlocked it and made his way upstairs.

~~~~~

Justin lay in bed awake; he had faked sleep on the couch, curious to see what Brian would do. He was surprised when he brought him upstairs and put him to bed. Even his father wouldn't do that, he would just leave him there, and his mother always woke him up and made him go to bed. He couldn't figure out why Brian had even bothered after his little stunt. Justin shook his head. He had snuck out of his room when he heard his parents come home. He listened to their conversation, expecting to hear Brian quit. Instead he lied about dinner, and agreed to come back tomorrow night.

He was disappointed to say the least, he had loved the night his mother had spent with him and was hoping for a repeat. Maybe his dad would join them, but Justin knew that that was just wishful thinking.

Justin wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring, other than an annoying babysitter who wouldn't get a clue. 'I'll just have to try harder.' he thought, drifting off into a fitful sleep.

~~~~~

Brian was moving to the "thumpa thumpa" of Babylon, He was surrounded by hot sweaty men, grinding on the dance-floor. He spotted his friend Michael, and his friends Emmett and Ted, and... Debbie? Huh? Brian shook his head and turned around. He felt someone tugging at his shirt; he smirked and looked down expecting to see some hot guy on his knees ready and willing to please him. Instead he saw Justin staring up at him.

Brian gasped, "What are you doing here, you little brat?!"

"Ruining your life!" he replied, giggling, "Stud of Liberty Ave.? Huh, nobody wants to fuck a babysitter!" he yelled, laughing.

"Babysitter?" one man, who had previously been grinding against Brian, said in a discussed tone, and moved away.

Pretty soon all the men around him began to move away, and Brian was left alone with Justin, who was laughing hysterically. He looked down at the blonde boy. "Why are you ruining my life?!" he asked, desperately.

Justin didn't answer him, instead he laughed harder.

"Get up Brian!" he heard someone yell and he turned toward the voice. Melanie, Lindsey's bitch of a girlfriend, was standing there in a witch’s costume. "Wake up!" she yelled again, more forcefully. "You have class you lazy piece of shit!" Brian stood frozen as Melanie came towards him. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

"Wake up!" she yelled.

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"No!" he shouted, "No, get off me!" He thrashed, "I'm beautiful! Just because I'm baby-sitting doesn't change that!" he yelled again.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Get off me!"

He heard Melanie groan, and frustrated, she turned around and left.

She came back with a wand, which she pointed it at him.

"Wake up!" she yelled, before waving the wand his direction. He felt cold water cover his body and he sat up.

He opened his eyes and looked around. He wasn't at Babylon; he was in his bedroom, in his bed, covered in water. He heard laughing and looked towards the door. There was Melanie, laughing, with a large cup in her hand.

"What the hell?!" he growled at her.

She rolled her eyes, "Lindsey sent me to wake you up, you're late for class."

"So you douse me with water?!" he yelled.

"You wouldn't wake up any other way." she said simply, before walking out of the room.

Brian shook his head and got up. He vaguely thought about the blonde boy who had invaded his dream, but quickly pushed the thought out of his head.

~~~~~

Justin stirred. Opening his eyes he blinked at the bright sun filtering through the window.

"Morning son!" he heard his mother call out happily. He groaned. 'How can she be so chipper?' He thought and rolled over.

"Come on honey, It's time for school!" she told him before walking over to the blinds and pulling them open.

Justin rolled over on his other side and covered his head with the blankets.

"I'm sick..." he mumbled.

Jennifer rolled her eyes, "you are not, now get up!" She grabbed the end of his blue comforter and pulled if off the boy.

He groaned louder.

"Don't be so dramatic." she said, folding up the blanket. Justin sat up slowly and glared at his mother, blonde hair sticking up in several places.

"You've got a ride with Mrs. Hobbs today, isn't that great?" She asked, ignoring the look her son was giving her.

"Uh, no." Justin replied in a 'duh' sort of tone.

"Oh come on, I know you and Chris can get along just fine... You two just need to find some common ground."

"Yeah right..." Justin snorted, and his mother sent him a glare.

"So did you and Brian have fun last night?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Oh yes," Justin began in a sarcastic tone, "we had a ball!"

"That’s wonderful!" Jennifer said, not catching Justin's tone.

"Did you finish your language exercises?" she asked.

"Yes mom..." Justin droned.

"Which ones?"

"Greek and German... Though I think I like German better."

"Oh yeah?" she began, "wie sind Sie moring dieses?" she asked in German.

"Fein, aber, ich würde vielmehr schlafen." he replied, and she laughed.

"Wouldn't we all?"

~~~~~

"Wait, so let me get this straight..." Michael asked, sitting with Brian at the Liberty Diner, "you had a dream that everybody at Babylon found out you're baby-sitting this kid, and they all turned on you?"

"Yup," Brian said simply, sipping his soda.

"... and then Melanie showed up in a witches outfit... and dumped water on you?" he asked.

"No, the last part actually happened..." Brian corrected him.

"In a witch costume?" he asked, confused.

"No, but you know Melanie, she doesn't need one," Brian said and Michael laughed.

"So this kid burns dinner, screws you out of two-hundred bucks, makes some crude comment about you spanking him, and you're going BACK tonight?!" Michael asked his friend of six years, "Why?"

"I need the money..." Brian began, "and I'm NOT letting that brat win!" he said passionately, Michael shook his head.

"Hey!" They heard Debbie call from behind the counter, "Aren’t you two supposed to be in class?" She asked, popping her gum.

"It's lunch," Brian replied.

"Yeah well, lunch is over! Get!" She made a shooing motion with her rag and they got up, exchangine looks, and left the small diner.

~~~~~

Brian drove in silence down the familiar street. He had a plan for Justin, he hoped it would work. He also wanted to talk to Mr. Taylor some before they left. He pulled up to the gate and rolled down his window.

"Yes?" he heard Craig Taylor's voice ask.

"Hey Mr. Taylor! It's Brian." he called, drumming his finger on the steering wheel.

Mr. Taylor didn't answer him. The gate swung open, Brian drove through and parked where he had last time. He killed the engine and stepped out of the car. Walking up to the large house he noticed the door was once again ajar. He walked inside and looked around.

"Brian!" he heard Craig call from the living room.

He walked in and saw Mr. Taylor sitting on the recliner he had been sitting on the night before.

"Sit down." Craig said, motioning to the couch next to him. Brian sat.

"I'm impressed, Brian, that you came back." he said, looking at the young man next to him.

"What do you mean?" He asked and Craig laughed.

"Let’s not bullshit each other here Brian. We both know my son is quite the nuisance." he said, looking at Brian, amused.

Brian wasn't sure if he liked Craig Taylor... not only was the man a homophobic prick, but he didn't seem to treat his son very well either.

"I actually wanted to talk you about that, Mr. Taylor..." Brian began, but the man cut him off.

"Oh yes, you're probably looking for an advance on the money?" he asked, "Well that should be no problem considering you're the only babysitter who even dared to come back..."

"No, actually, what I was going to say was... Well, maybe your son is acting out cause he... I don't know, maybe he misses you two." he said sincerely.

"Misses us?" Mr. Taylor asked, "But we're right here..." he said, confused.

"Well, I mean you two go out a lot... you hired me to watch him five nights a week, and I'm guessing he's at school during that day..."

"Mr. Kinney..." Craig interrupted him, leaning forward, "You are in no place to criticize how I raise my son."

Wow, defensive much? "I wasn't criticizing sir, I just..."

"I'm paying you to watch my son, Brian, period." Craig said in a stern voice.

Although Brian wanted to yell at the man for being so blind, he simply nodded. "Yes sir."

"Good," Mr. Taylor said giving Brian one last look before standing up, and looking towards the archway.

Brian realized that Jennifer was standing there with Justin, and wondered how much they had heard. He looked at Justin who was staring back at him, with a surprised look on his face.

"Jennifer hasn't prepared anything for diner..." Brian realized that Mr. Taylor was talking to him. "...So make sure he eats, and bed by nine. You know the routine." Craig walked over to Jennifer.

"Come Jennifer, we'll be late." He walked out the archway, and to the front doors. Jennifer stole a glance at Brian before looking down at Justin. "I'll see you later sweetie, be good for Brian, will you?" She didn't wait for an answer before following in Craig's footsteps. Soon they heard the large doors close and the massive house became eerily quiet.

Justin continued to stare at Brian... "Why did you say all that?" he asked.

'So they did hear...' Brian thought and sighed, "No reason brat..." he said softly, "Do you have any homework?" he asked.

"Nope" Justin said happily and Brian smirked.

"Good, cause I've got a job for you!" Brian exclaimed and Justin's face fell.

"What's that?" The boy asked.

"You're going to clean my car, inside and out... it still smells like pizza and I dare say its all your fault." Brian smiled.

"You can’t make me do that! I'll tell my Mom!" he threatened, and Brian laughed.

"They have made it very clear that I am the only babysitter willing to stand within five feet of you... not only that but I came back... and I'll keep coming back. I could make you clean this house top to bottom, send you to bed without dinner and order porn movies all night and I doubt they'd get rid of me..."

Justin pouted, even though he hated to admit it, Brian was right... His parents were quite desperate, and his father had already made it clear that he was a "nuisances". He was stuck.

Brian smirked when the boy didn't retort. "Granted I'm not that cruel, and I think your little schemes to get rid of me are a massive cry for help which your parents don't seem to be willing to answer... so I'll tell you what, you wash my car, get all the nasty pizza smell out, Ill take care of dinner, then we can watch Barney or some other shit before you go to bed." He finished, and sighed when the boy nodded.

~~~~~

Justin wanted nothing more than to throw a tantrum... but he knew it was useless. He started thinking of all the different things he could do right now, but for some reason he didn't feel like it. Brian was able to see right through him on the first night, when most would just claim him to be evil and hit the hills, never looking back. Brian, however, not only came back, but was now taking a no-bullshit attitude towards him. He treated him as if he was an adult, and it pissed Justin off to no end.

He felt his face heat up when he nodded, and Brian let out a relieved sigh.

"Where's the garage?" he asked and Justin showed him.

An hour later Justin was outside, kneeling inside Brian's piece of crap car, wiping down the dash board with Armorall. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the small car. He noticed a small rip in the upholstery slightly under the seat. He pushed his small finger in and ran it down the seam, his eyes widened with it ripped a little further.

Justin looked over his shoulder to make sure Brian wasn't standing there. He looked back to the now large hole and smirked. He jumped up and ran to the front door. He walked inside the house, and into the kitchen. Brian was standing over the stove, stirring something and the room had a faint smell of Marianna sauce.

He looked towards Justin, "You done?" he asked.

"Almost," Just said, "I'm getting some water... what's for dinner?"

"Spaghetti... you're not allergic to anything in spaghetti are you?" he asked, and Justin shook his head no, "Good, cause its the only thing I know how to make."

Justin nodded and walked over the freezer. He opened it and grabbed a half frozen water bottle and looked back to Brian, who had his back turned to him. He took his chance and quickly grabbed a package of frozen shrimp, and shoved it down his tucked in shirt. He did his best not to yelp out at the cold resting on his bare chest as he walked over the sink and quickly filled the rest of the bottle up.

He nearly ran out of the kitchen and out the front door. As soon as he got back to Brian's car he pulled his shirt out of his pants, sighing when the shrimp fell to the ground. He rubbed his cold, slightly red stomach, in hopes that he would warm up. Shaking his head, thinking of how stupid that was but he smiled anyway, knowing it would be worth it. He kneeled down and picked up the package. He stole a glance to the front door real quick to see if Brian was there. After seeing the coast was clear he scooted over to the position he was in before.

Justin ripped open the shrimp, and a few fell to the ground. He grabbed one and shoved it into the hole, and smiled brightly when it wasn't visible anymore. He quickly began shoving the shrimp into the hole, before climbing to the back seat and shoving the shrimp between the seats.

He giggled when the package was empty and looked over his work to make sure none of the shrimp were visible. He climbed out of the car and closed the door. He walked over the trash-can and dumped the package before making his way inside. Dealing with all that shrimp made him hungry.