(A/N: I’d just like to say, I know I’ve started some other stories, but I want to have one “good” one before I continue any others…anyway I’ve appreciated all the criticism in helping me become a better writer.)
My perch on the carpeted stairway keeps me hidden well but still gives me a clear view of my brother’s “study group”. He’s three years older than me, and throws little get togethers when my parents aren’t home. He insists to me that they all are just studying so I don’t tell mom and dad, but all they do is play video games. I figure there will be lots of “get togethers” for the next three days, as for my parents are on a cruise (I know, how nice of them to not invite us).
“Hey, Zach,” one of my brother’s friends, Mark, calls out. “I’m gonna go upstairs to the bathroom. Derek clogged the one down here.”
There’s a chorus of “Aww, Derek!” and Mark begins to make his way up the stairs. I scramble about, trying to hide somewhere. But I’m too late.
“Hey Tina,” Mark smiles at me with bright green eyes and perfect white teeth. Too stunned to say anything, a blush creeps across my face. I correct him under my breath, “Tonya,” but I don’t think he hears me.
He walks past me into the bathroom. Maybe I should go kill myself or hide in a hole? That was way too embarrassing. One of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen doesn’t know my name, just says “hey” and nothing else. Am I overreacting? I guess I am just the younger sister…
I quickly turn and start rushing down the steps, but my brother Zach apparently wants something from Mark and sprints up the stairs. We collide, I fall, and I see nothing but darkness.
. . .
I blink awake. My vision is foggy for a few seconds, but I wipe my eyes and it’s normal again. I’m in my bedroom. The clock reads 10:44 AM. I guess I was put to bed after being hit.
“You awake?” A familiar voice asks. I turn over to face the doorway. It’s…Mark?
“Mark?” I ask.
“I guess you are,” he chuckles. “Hey Tonya. You were knocked out so me and your brother put you to sleep. He’s really sorry for running into you.”
Mark leaves and I rub my head. I see why Zach would’ve chosen Mark to help him, they’ve been best friends since kindergarten. Still, it’s weird.
I decide to accept it, whatever it was, and have breakfast. Strangely, when I get up, I hear a faint crinkling noise.
“Oh, just my Goodnite,” I whisper to myself, looking down. My bladder was injured when I was a kid, so ever since then I’ve had to wear “special underwear” during the night to prevent any accidents. I know they’re just diapers for teens. Wettings came occasionally, and every once in a while I’d poop in my sleep. This morning I’m dry.
Thoughts start rushing through my head. I didn’t put this diaper on, so who did? Probably Zach, but had… Mark seen? Had anybody seen? It was nice of Zach to remember. He wouldn’t show anyone else that I wear them… Would he?
Quietly, I pull off the diaper and wrap it up in tissues and throw it away. I get dressed, make my bed, and head downstairs for breakfast.
“Morning, Tonya,” Zach greets me. “Sorry about what happened. I didn’t see you on the stairs…”
“It’s fine,” I shake my head.
“Did you wake up wet?” He asks in a low voice.
“Shh!!” I scold. “Nobody can know!”
He awkwardly steps away, as if somebody already did know… I shake the thought away. He wouldn’t do that. Only by accident. Oh dear… What if somebody accidentally walked in when he was putting it on me?
Only two boys are still there from last night, Mark and Sam. I wave to them as I grab a bowl and box of cereal. Sam waves back, and Mark grins at me.
I crunch my cereal slowly, thinking about last night. My head still hurts a little, but not too bad. The whole diaper thing scares me… But probably nothing serious happened. I decide to forget about the whole incident.
Stepping into the bathroom upstairs, I nervously glance in the trash can at the Goodnite wrapped in toilet paper. What if somebody notices? I shove it deep down into the can, and cover it with even more tissues. When I think it’s concealed enough, I brush my teeth and tie my hair into a loose ponytail. Then I put on some concealer, lip gloss and eyeliner. After attempting and failing at a smoky eye, I wash everything off my face and decide to just go with concealer.
I pick out a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top, change into it, and head downstairs for my morning run.
“Hey, Tonya, I’m gonna run with you okay?” Mark says. Confused, I nod, grab a drink of water and walk onto the front porch with Mark.
“So when I run, I just go down to the train tracks and back, okay?” I tell him, hoping that he agrees and doesn’t put up a fuss. Today is definitely not a day that I can deal with that sort of thing.
“Alright, let’s go then.”
I start with a slow jog, Mark right by my side.
“So why are you coming with me?” I asked.
“Um… Your brother…” He says, sort of unconfidently. Unlike him.
“Yeah? What about him?”
“I wanted to make sure you don’t get hurt.” He said, pointing to my head. “Again.”
“I won’t.” As if on cue, I trip over something, and right before I hit the concrete ground, Mark grabs my and pretty much saves me from falling.
“Yeah, that’s why I came.” He said, chuckling. I giggle with him, and after brushing myself off, start running again.
“How are you liking being a freshman in high school so far?” He asks. I shrug.
“It’s nothing special. What about you? How’s being a…” I think for the right word for a minute, “…junior! How’s that?”
“It’s alright. I’m ready for the year to end.” He replies. I nod in agreement. It’s almost the end of the school year for both of us, about a month.
For the rest of the run, we just chat about things that we’ve never talked about before. We never really talked before last night, just meaningless “hellos” and “goodbyes”. We kind of already knew a lot about each other before now, after all, he’s been hanging around my brother and I since he was in kindergarten.
Apparently he forgot my name last night, though.
When we reach my house again, I took a big drink of water. I hear Sam laugh at Mark and say something like, “How do you like your girlfriend?” He rolls his eyes, and I do too, although nobody can see. We aren’t dating, as much as I would like that.
Sam and Mark head home before lunch, but before he leaves, Sam comes up to me, and kisses me on the cheek.
Confused, stunned, not thinking right, I fall back onto the couch. I would expect Mark to be the one doing that, not Sam… Right? Is he jealous that Mark went on a run with me? …But why would he be jealous of something stupid and simple like that? I’m just as good of friends with him, maybe even more so, than Mark.
What had he and Zach talked about? Why did he do that? Why am I so confused about stuff like this? It was fifth grade, the last time somebody flirted with me. I think. Did that even count as flirting? I don’t even know. Too many thoughts are rushing through my head.
The question circulating through my mind the most is, what happened last night?