Wonderful Nanny (for FrankFly)

[Jinchu]

Tim was lying on his bed in his school uniform (which would make it crumpled in no time) and street boots, playing on X-Box. Yeah, the TV in his room (the biggest in the house) was placed the way boy could watch it or play videogames without getting out of the bed, because Rim wanted it this way. He always got what he wanted.
Through all twelve years of his life Tim wasn't ever punished in any way. Not like he was incredibly good - not at all, but his mommy and daddy were incredibly kind. They not only spared the rod, they did everything to please their beloved son, they gave him the best they could no matter hoe he behaved, and, well, they spoiled the child. Totally. Now Tim just got used to have anything he wished, through whining, ride demands or screaming (in the cases his parents didn't give it to him without reminding). Mom and dad, in fact, already were tired of it and understood that something gone wrong, after all, but they didn't know what to do and got used only to caress, pet and indulge Tim by themselfs.
Tim's room was rather a mess, though his mother cleaned it only a day earlier. Copy-books with the homewotk he didn't do jamed all the table, dirty briefs were on the floor, just like wrappers of candyes and chips he ate... And in the middle of it - very cute twelve years old boy with light hair, green eyes and rounf cheeks, lying on his bed in the boots and playing videogames for more then an hour...

[FrankFly]

There was a rhythmic quality to the way Miss Westbridge's black flats clacked against the pavement as she strutted down the sidewalk towards the elegant house that belonged to Tim's parents. The way she carried herself as she moved was both elegant and graceful, much like the way she dressed. In her clean, well-ironed black suit jacket with a neat, matching skirt, Miss Westbridge looked the part of someone who lived in an upper-class neighborhood such as this one... But none of the neighbors had ever seen a woman quite like Miss Westbridge. Despite her beauty and dignified composure, there was something odd about the woman...

She neared the front door of the house and proceeded to rap her knuckle sharply upon it's surface. She knew that Tim's parents were not home, but that's why she was here! Miss Westbridge had been hired as his new nanny. Of course, one were to ask the boy's parents about what agency they hired the woman from, they couldn't really give a straight answer, and the conversation would take a turn in a different direction, unrelated to the strange Miss Westbridge. As she waited to be let in the house, she tucked her small, expensive-looking bag underneath her arm, as it's mysterious contents would prove to be very useful in her encounters with the boy...

[Jinchu]

It was even strange that Tim heard the knocking over the sound of some awesome fighting he was wining right now, but he did. "Mom, door!" he shouted, not turning away from the screen. "Mooom!!" But no one answered or opened the door and finally the boy remembered that he was home alone right now. He finished the fight (those visitors didn't expect him to lose just because of them, right?), sighed and rolled his eyes, like someone made him do thw hardest work in the world after long and uneasy day, and dragged himself to the door.
He opned it and looked at the woman unfriendly (she was beautiful, yeah, but she interrupted him! Him!). "Who are you and what you want? We don't buy anything."

[FrankFly]

Miss Westbridge was admittedly a little put off at the time it took Tim to answer the door, but she was willing to forgive the boy for that, as well as his rude demeanor.

"Hello, Timothy," she said warmly. Her voice was bright, and carried just the slightest trace of a British accent. "I am not here to sell you anything. My name is Miss Westbridge, and I am your new nanny!"

She knelt forward slightly and extended her small, soft hand, hoping the boy would soften up and accept her handshake, although something told her that he wouldn't...

[Jinchu]

Tim screwed his face and looked at the woman as sceptical as he could.

"Nanny? That's rediculous. I don't need nanny. I'm way too old for it." he snorted. And Tim really was sure that he's very adult and don't need any care... maybe some service that his parents just had to deliver (it's their duty, isn't it?), but not care. No-no. he's totally adult. "Are you crasy or something? Even if so, my parents would tell me about nanny, and I would tell them that this idea is stupid."

Of course, Tim didn't shake Miss Westbridge's hand. He crossed his hands on his chest and tried to slam the door with his foot.

[FrankFly]

Miss Westbridge straightened up as the door swung shut. Suddenly, something very odd happened. The door stopped in it's tracks, and against all scientific reasoning, swung wide open to allow the woman entrance into the home. She marched directly into the residence, right past the young boy, and looked around the impressive looking foyer, before turning to Tim.

"Timothy, I regret to inform you that you are NOT too old for it. I have taken care of children far older than you, young man," her bright voice was a bit more stern now. It was clear that she hadn't taken kindly to Tim's harsh words about her profession. "And what I do is far from stupid! I just assumed you would prefer the term "nanny" to "babysitter"..."

[Jinchu]

Tim's eyes widened as the door opened by itself. He was shocked for a moment... but he was too irritated with this arrogant woman to think about it. That was the wind! Of course, just the draught that upened the door! Easy.
Tim turned to Miss Westbridge, looking even less friendly and polite them before. Some teachers tried to talk with him in such tone, untill mom and dad found the school with the softest discipline. And he didn't like it. "It's stupid! I can repeat it. Stupid-stupid-stupid! And I don't need babystitter! I'm not a baby!" Tim stamped his foot capriciously to prove how grown-up he was.

[FrankFly]

Miss Westbridge gave a dignified sigh. The woman couldn't honestly say that this sort of rude behavior had been unexpected, but it was becoming clearer to her now that this boy needed her help. Giving a disapproving look to Tim's miniature tantrum, the woman cleared her throat.

"Well, you are doing a very poor job of convincing me of that fact, young man," the brunette said in response to Tim's last statement. Her tone was still stern. "You're twelve years old, Timothy. Your parents and I agree that it's time your behavior reflects your age."

[Jinchu]

"Yes, I'm twelve! Not a baby! And don't need any nanny!" Tim continued obstinately. The more Miss Westbridge scolded him, the less he liked her... and the more he was willing to make her go away. "And my parents know that my behaviour is perfect! They wouldn't hire you without my premission." In fact, his parents tried to inform Tim that he could change some things in his life, but he didn't listen and honestly forgot about it. "So you obviously lie! Liar! Go away or I... I call the police!"

[FrankFly]

"Oh, really now, Timothy..." Miss Westbridge trailed her off, her voice more tired than stern. It was clear to the odd woman that she had a very difficult case on her hands. She crossed the foyer and took a seat on an ornate looking couch, sitting up straight with one leg crossed in a very professional manner.

"Oh, very well, Timothy. Give them a call," she was speaking in a very relaxed tone. It was clear that the adolescent's threat carried no weight to her. "However, I can assure you that they won't make me leave..."

She lifted her little bag from under her arm, placed it on her lap, and started going through it, obviously waiting for Tim to make the next move.