Chelsea's Watching the Neighbor's Son

I was with Chelsea at her neighbor's apartment. This was a regular occurrence because Chelsea's neighbor Mrs. Mitchell paid Chelsea to watch her son Johnny until she got off work a few times a week. What made this arrangement odd was that Johnny was 18. By almost anyone's standards he didn't need anyone to watch him. But Mrs. Mitchell absolutely babied her only child, and thought he was the most precious thing on earth. She worried far too much about him to leave him unattended, even for a few hours.

Chelsea didn't mind this arrangement, because Mrs. Mitchell was wealthy, and paid Chelsea very well to watch Johnny. Chelsea had racking credit card debt and was eager for the money. Johnny didn't mind because he had a very obvious crush on Chelsea. Who could blame him? He'd grown up watching this cool, sophisticated girl next door, always more mature than him, and everyone knew Chelsea was very pretty. And I didn't mind because Johnny and I could play video games (his rich parents had bought him every console, and an Oculus). He wasn't that much younger than me so we had shared interests, but he was enough below me that I didn't find him a threat at all. If anything, I thought his crush on Chelsea was pretty funny. I knew Chelsea enjoyed Johnny's obvious attention, but having known him since he was in braces, I didn't need to feel threatened at all.

At the moment we were having a normal early afternoon. Chelsea was helping Johnny study for finals. Johnny was staring at Chelsea and pretending to have a very hard time with the material, while stealing glances at Chelsea's figure. And I was on the couch playing Call of Duty, half watching the pair. It was a pretty standard, lazy afternoon... that was about to take a very dramatic turn!