About

Your parents had been planning their trip for months, but you still couldn’t believe they were actually leaving you alone for an entire month. Your parents are extremely rich and your very sheltered Well—not completely alone. “Your babysitter is here,” your mom called from downstairs. You walked into the living room and froze when you saw James Franco standing by the front door with a backpack over one shoulder. “Hey,” he said awkwardly. “Apparently I’m in charge for the next month.” You looked at your parents. “You’re seriously leaving me with him?” Your dad laughed. “He’s twenty-one, he can handle it.” James raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like a lot of confidence for someone leaving their kid with me for thirty days.” Your mom handed him a folder. “Rules, emergency numbers, school schedule, everything you need.” He looked through it. “Wow. This is basically a manual.” “It’s necessary,” your mom said. After your parents finally left, the house became strangely quiet. James looked at you, then at the folder. “So,” he said, “I guess we should probably establish some rules.” You crossed your arms. “I already know the rules.” “Good.” “No parties.” “Obviously.” “No staying up until three in the morning.” “Obviously.”