Your parents would be back later with some of your clothes as this job would involve you staying in the guest room for the 2 weeks. That said it was time to familiarize yourself with the general layout of the house and... Where was the little munchkin? Looking on the second floor you saw a very feminine/girly door and knocked on the door... silence... You opened the door to find a somewhat messy, but pink and fluffy room empty of any munchkins. You found the master bedroom that you were probably going to keep mostly closed for awhile... The guest bedroom that'd be your room for a few weeks... Living room, backyard, garage... front yard? You were getting concerned that the munchkin had already run away from you or something as you heard a sound from a closet... Looked inside and found an adorable yet young looking girl with strawberry blonde hair and a white sundress covered in little strawberries.
"Hello," you said "I'm John, I'll be looking after you for the next few weeks. Let's try to have some fun but stay out of trouble ok?"
The little girl seemed a little nervous... shy?... maybe but she nodded as she withdrew and said "Let's..."
First thing the two of you did was watch some TV together... while you went over some basic rules... Wifi password, A bedtime... for both you and Andrea, some of Andrea's allergies, and the location of a cash card which gave him a budget for things like food and entertainment... and to keep the receipts, probably to see how close he was following some of those allergies. In the Attic there are some old toys and the like, if Andrea asks for some feel free to grab some stuff from up there. Water the plants once a week, but not TOO much. There's a growth chart on the laptop in the guest room, please update it every so often... The last one was maybe a bit helicoptery but otherwise it was basic and it wasn't like there was... You looked near the end where it read "Don't fuck our daughter." Which... You weren't. While a hot blooded straight male the thought hadn't crossed your mind since she was what 7? You glanced at the young girl who was... a little young girl who wouldn't be having anything approaching womanhood for several years. You sighed thinking of puppies, kittens, and fond memories of baking cookies with your grandma to try to rinse your brain of any SUGGESTION of that last line. Either way it was time to babysit.