I never expected my life to become an utter weird as fuck mess. I had such a normal life, right? I lived with my parents, who did the usual marital fighting that looks like it'll lead to divorce. I had an annoying twin brother, Bryan. He and I were polar opposites, he was outgoing while I was most of the time quiet. He was one of those kids who seemed popular just because they always speak up. Meanwhile, I was the kid who sits in the corner on their phone. You know, the typical backstory for every kid living in 2016. I went to high school, spent my time on tumblr, and watched youtubers all the time. The usual stuff.
Then one day, my mother says I need a job. I agree, I do need a job, but where the hell is hiring? Nowhere, because in our town, there's like zero jobs. My boyfriend informs me that his cousin needs a babysitter. Easy job right? So I take it on.
I begin babysitting this four year old boy named Dylan, seven year old named Sage and a two year old named Bella. They live right next door to me so I can babysit them with ease. It was the easiest thing I've ever done. Like, I think learning how to ride a bike was harder. The kids were well behaved and it was close to me.
All was going fine and well. I was babysitting whenever they needed me to babysit for whatever reason. It was great pay, it was easy, and what else could a boy need in a job?
Well one day, about six months later, I stayed home from school due to being sick. I remember that morning my mother gave me a huge lecture because school was about to be out for the summer. She told me how I should've just went. It was the first week of May and I had a full month left, but I digress.
I noticed when getting the mail that Rodney, my boyfriend's cousin, was still home. I wondered why he was home. He had work, didn't he? I mean, it was a Tuesday, and Tuesdays and Thursdays I never needed to babysit. But I thought it was just because he would come home earlier. Did he just stay home all together on these days? But I swore I saw him take his kids to daycare. Why would he take them to daycare if he stayed home those days?
I went inside, dropped the mail off in the dining room and grabbed the key the family gave me in case I needed it. I walked over to his house and knocked on the door. Nobody answered so I walked in using the key.
Nothing in my life prepared me for the next thing. That sounds like I found a dead body that had fallen out of a tree. No, this is not some nosleep story. Alright, trust me, there is no horror to this. Alright.
I walked into the living room and noticed Rodney sitting on the floor. He was playing with a toy car I'd seen Dylan playing with whenever I babysat.
Of course, I should've seen this coming. Rodney always seemed to space out whenever he would play with his kids. He would get pretty involved in it whenever I went over there before he and his wife left. His wife would have to make him snap out of it. Then he would stand up, dazed, brush himself off and act completely normal.
I approached him and knelt down when I noticed he was playing with the car for real. I could even hear him softly making car noises.
"Hey Rodney?" I asked, attempting to get his attention.
He looked up at me, his brown eyes full of wonder. He let out an excited greeting and waved to me.
I stared, completely confused. This man had the mentality of a child didn't he? Was that possible?
"Rodney, whatcha doing?" I asked, trying to stay calm.
"Playin'." He said with a smile, "Wanna join?"
I shook my head, "No... I'm fine. Say, how old are you?"
He put three fingers up, "This many!"
I sighed and got up, walking off to the kitchen to process what the hell was going on. He didn't flip out when I noticed what he was doing, nor did he try to pretend he wasn't playing and acting like a child. Maybe he hit his head and got amnesia.
While I was thinking about it, Rodney walked into the kitchen. He noticed me and I saw how the color drained from his face.
"Flynn? When did you get here?" He sounded embarrassed and his pale face began to burn up.
"Five minutes ago? I walked up to you and said hi, and asked what you were doing." I said, staring at him. He seemed normal now. What the hell happened?
"Oh. Shit. So you saw me acting like.. A child?" Rodney asked, holding his hands in front of himself. He slumped his shoulders as he looked up at me.
"Uh yeah. I guess? You were playing with a toy car. Don't you remember me saying hi?"
"No. I don't ever remember what happens when I'm like that... It's... Hard to explain." He said, looking down at the ground.
"Well I've got time. Explain away, please. I'm confused." I replied, crossing my arms.
He sighed and began explaining, "It's like. I get amnesia almost. I forget everything from when I was three up. So I begin acting like a child. It gets triggered by something and I don't know what it is. But then once I turn back to normal, I completely forget what went on when my mind turned younger."
"Do you know why it may be doing that?"
"Well... I had a pretty shit childhood and my mind is barely able to handle it. Someone said it could be PTSD but I'm not sure." He said, looking down.
"Well haven't you gotten it checked out?"
"No." He mumbled out.
I rolled my eyes, "So you just stay here when you turn younger? All by yourself?"
"And you don't have an adult mind at all when you turn younger?"
"I'm staying here with you then whenever you turn younger." I stated.
"What? Why?! I'll be fine." He hollered, looking up and throwing his arms out.
"No you won't." I said, uncrossing my arms and staring at him.
"Yes I will-"
"Rodney, what if you decide in your younger state of mind to go outside. What if you run into the street, not knowing nobody stops right away and get hit? I'll feel shitty that I didn't make sure you didn't run out that door. You could get hurt if you're here alone with the mind of a three year old!" I said, somewhat pissed that he had such a serious issue and nobody was helping.
I heard him sniffle and mumble out, "'m sorry.."
I realized I had made him turn younger again and cursed under my breath.
"Hey, shh. It's alright it's not your fault. Don't cry." I said, patting his back. I lead him back to the living room, "Stay here and play or whatever. I'm going to get my laptop, alright?"
He nodded and sat down on the ground. I noticed he grabbed the toy car, playing with it again.
I sighed and went to my house to get my laptop and charger. I sighed as it took me forever to get my charger. I walked outside and noticed that Rodney was on my porch for some reason.
"Rodney! I told you to stay inside the house!" I scolded, crossing my arms.
"I wanted to see your house though." He said, looking down and kicking the ground.
I sighed, "Why?"
"Cause it look cool."
I sighed and allowed him to come in. I noticed how he was at least half a foot shorter than me despite the fact I was 17 and he was 27. I hadn't really noticed the height difference before.
He walked around the house, touching everything. He entered my room and noticed a box full of stuffed animals I had.
He gasped and picked it up, "Can I have?!"
I shrugged, "I guess so, I don't need them."
He grinned and hugged me, "Dank you!"
I patted him on the back and then softly pushed him off, "C'mon let's get back to your home now."
I grabbed his arm and walked him to the door and back to his place. He ran into the house and into the living room. First thing he did was pull the stuffed animals out of the box. I slightly smiled and went to set up my laptop.
I began playing Minecraft on the computer. I heard Rodney talking to the stuffed animals. About ten minutes later he came over to me, holding a green stuffed bear, "What your name? I wanna name him after you."
I looked at him, "Uhh. Perry." I decided to tell him the name my boyfriend called me which was also my last name.
Rodney smiled, "Okay!" He ran back to the living room. I decided to go watch a movie so I got up and went to the living room too. I put on Netflix and started a movie up.
"Whatcha watching?" Rodney asked, coming over to me.
"Nightmare before Christmas. Want to watch it with me?" I asked, patting the spot next to me.
He sat down on the couch, holding the green bear he named after me. I placed a blanket around him and we watched the movie together. He fell asleep after twenty minutes and I pulled out my phone.
"Hey Doof, can you come by your cousins after school? Bit of a crisis." I texted my boyfriend, Adam. I called him Doof since he was German and he looked like Heinz from Phineas and Ferb. Not to mention I was planning on dying my hair teal and he called me Perry so his nickname made sense in a way.
"Alrighty then." He texted back.
I began playing random games on my phone. I passed out an hour later.
When I woke up I realize Rodney had disappeared. I got up, afraid he'd left and got hit or something. Then I heard giggling coming from behind the love seat. I got up and walked over. I noticed Adam was tickling Rodney.
"Perry! H-ahah-help!" Rodney exclaimed, looking up at me. His giggles were loud and intense.
I smiled and spoke up, "Adam stop tickling him."
Adam stopped and stood up, smiling. He helped Rodney up.
"When did you get here?" I asked.
"About thirty minutes ago. The door was not locked," He said with a sort of smug smile, "Some doofkopf forgot to lock it. Of course, after giving my now little cousin a speech about not going outside. Because it's so dangerous?"
I rolled my eyes, "Shush Adam."
He shook his head, "Anyways, I'm starving."
"Same." Rodney said.
"Alright well I guess I could make something. What do you guys want?" I asked, heading to the kitchen.
"Chocolate!" Rodney exclaimed, smiling.
"I am not making chocolate. You're way too hyper as it is Rodney." I said, opening the fridge.
"You know sugar doesn't make people, especially kids, more hyperactive right?" Adam said.
"Shush Doofus." I said, making sandwiches as it was the only easy thing to make.
I could hear Rodney begging Adam for chocolate. Adam sighed and walked over to the fridge.
"What are you doing Adam?" I asked, glancing over at him.
"I'm going to give him some of the chocolate I hid in here last time I came by here. It's not going to kill him." Adam said, breaking a piece off of a candy bar and handing it to Rodney.
Rodney smiled widely, "Dank you!" He exclaimed and hugged Adam.
"You're welcome." Adam said, kind of shocked by Rodney hugging him.
Rodney left the kitchen and went to the living room with the chocolate. Adam followed him while I made the sandwiches. I finished making them and walked to the living room with the plates in my hand. Rodney was on the floor, playing with some of the toy cars once again.
"Rodney, I have your sandwich here." I said, placing it down on the coffee table.
He grabbed it and sat with his back against the couch, beginning to eat the sandwich. I sat down and began eating after giving Adam his. We sat in silence as we finished our food. Rodney went back to playing and I looked at my phone.
About twenty minutes later of awkward silence, Adam spoke up.
"We need to pick up the kids from school and daycare, because Rodney can't do it like this." Adam said, looking at me and getting up.
"Oh yeah. Shit, but will they allow us?" I asked, getting up as well.
"Well yeah, I've had to pick them up before when this happened for too long." He said, grabbing his keys.
I motioned for Rodney to get up too, "Before?"
"Oh shit, uh, yeah.. I, uh.."
"You knew about this whole turning younger thing and didn't think to inform me?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
"Didn't think I needed to, all you do is babysit for them. I didn't think you'd need to know all the mental issues with my cousin too." He said, looking at me.
"Wait a fucking second, you know about this and just let him be alone?! He could've gotten hurt you idiot!"
"Well what was I supposed to do?! Just quit school the second I realized my cousin had something fucked up with him? He's been like this for 20 years and he's still alive isn't he?!"
"Why don't any of you understand how dangerous this is for him to be alone while this goes on?!"
I heard the sound of keys jingling and then talking, "You two fight like an old married couple, Jesus."
I turned around and noticed Rodney with his car keys in his hand, "God. You two are so annoying. You're fighting about a fucked up 27 year old who occasionally acts like a three year old for no good reason."
He looked at me, "And I've said that I'm fine. I don't know why you don't believe that. I'll be fine."
"Because this isn't like being sick. This isn't something to take lightly."
"Goddamnit Flynn, just let it be. I'll be fine." He said, storming off outside.
I glared at Adam who was still clutching his keys. He walked outside too, getting in his car and leaving.
I groaned and walked out the door, walking back to my place. I shut the door and walked to my bedroom. I collapsed onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Those two are the most edgiest motherfuckers I've ever met. Also the most stupid one's ever." I said to myself. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my face. This was just the start to the difficulty my life would be.