Jason had never been to Charissa’s house before, despite having worked with her so many times. It was a pretty tudor-styled house at the end of the street, not too far from the lake.
They walked in down the path cutting a through a large front-yard, and up two steps onto a sheltered verandah and entered the front door. Charissa welcomed her guest in and led him to the living room.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, pointing to the sofa. But Jason had his eyes onto the swing-chair, which hung from the ceiling.
Noticing his expression, Charissa said, “indulge yourself! It’s fun”.
Jason sat on the swing and Charissa turned on the radio.
“I’ll go get some drinks”, said Charissa, going into the kitchen.
Jason sat there, looking at some photos. Charissa was an only child, and her parents were definitely wealthy. Pictures of her jet-skiing, windsurfing, riding an elephant and rock-climbing, alongside with pictures of her riding her first bicycle with her dad and playing dolls with her mum, certainly suggested a great childhood.
Charissa returned with two glasses of lemonade, and handed one to Jason, before seating herself in the couch beside him.
“What time will your folks return”, asked Jason.
“They’re both overseas. Thought I told you?”, she added.
“Oh yeah! So you’re a latchkey kid then!”, said Jason.
“Yup! My mum and dad are dentists, and they’ve gone to attend some dentistry conference in the US. They will only be back the day before school starts”, she added.
“Ah I see”, said Jason.
“So, what do your parents work as?”
“Erm… Well… They’re grocers”.
“Wow!”, said Charissa. “Where’s their shop?”, she asked.
‘Honk honk’, came a great honking from the front door.
“Ah, that mailman”, said Charissa. “Give me a moment”, she said, and went to get the mail.
Jason breathed a sigh of relief.
Charissa came back from collecting the mail. Her parents had sent her a postcard. She held on to it, entering the living room.
“It’s almost one. You should apply your medication”, said Jason.
Charissa knew that he was trying to change the subject but looking at the time, she knew that she should obey.
“I’ll go to my room. I’ll be back quick”, she said.
“Ah and Charissa, take your diapers up”, he said. He took out the pack from his backpack and handed it to her.
Charissa paused for a moment.
“Should I put one on now?”, she asked.
“Charissa why I you need to?”, asked Jason. “You’ve already pooped in the morning!”, he said.
“I dunno… I was thinking that since you were here you could teach me to put it on,” she said.
Jason sighed. He thought that she might actually be reluctant to put it on, but she wasn’t.
“I’ll wait here. You call me once you are ready”, he said.
Charissa went up to her room and closed the door behind her. She went into her bathroom and took off her cargo pants and undergarment, put on a disposable plastic glove, and proceeded to apply the gel. She felt a slight stinging sensation, but nothing more. Clenching her fists, she wore back her clothes, opened her door and called out to Jason.
“Jason, I’m done. You can come up now,” she hollered.
“Okay coming”, he said. He climbed the stairs to the second floor. There were two rooms but Charissa was not in them.
“I’m up here, on the third floor,” she shouted again.
Jason then climbed up to the third floor.
There was a door where the stairs ended. Waiting inside was Charissa.
“Nice, your room is in the attic!”, exclaimed Jason.
“Yup”, said Charissa grinning.
Jason looked around. It was huge and painted lilac. There was a study table, a dressing table, a large wardrobe and her bed in the middle. She even had a window-sill with a comfortable reading spot, a bookshelf and a guitar-stand.
“Charissa, you’re a real-life princess!”, Jason remarked.
“Ah not really,” she said, blushing.
“I mean, everything is lilac and turquoise with gold borders!”
“Well, every girl has that Disney princess childhood phase right?”, she retorted.
“Oh yes, very important phase. That you’re still in”, said Jason smiling. Charissa punched him in the arm for that.
Jason walked over to her bed and picked up the pack of diapers that lay on top. He opened it and drew one out.
“Have you ever changed a baby’s diaper before”, he asked.
“Me? I’ve never even babysat before”, she said.
“Never mind then. Basically there is the frontal patch and these are the tapes. There are four of them and they must land on the frontal patch”, he explained.
“I see”, said Charissa.
“And these are the wetness indicators, which will indicate if the diaper is nearing capacity and you need a change”, she said.
“Wetness indicators”, repeated Charissa. “I don’t think I’ll need them”, she said.
“You will. Trust me, it is better to pee in the diaper itself than to take it off and put it on again after. Saves you a lot of trouble”, Jason explained.
“Really? I was thinking of wearing just a few again and again…”
“Please don’t do that! You need to take care of your skin lest you get a rash. Don’t use a diaper more than twice, and reuse only when you did not pee in it the first time”, said Jason.
“Oh okay. I’ll try not to pee in them,” Charissa said smiling.
“Nah, you don’t have to worry. You have 24 diapers remember? And besides, diaper rash is not something to be played with”, said Jason frowning.
“Well so much for the lecture! How do you put it on?”, asked Charissa.
“It’s best to lay down and get diapered. Spread out the diaper on your bed or something, lie down on top, bring up the front of the diaper and then do the tapes. Do the top tapes, then the bottom. I find doing the top ones give a snug fit”, said Jason.
“Why not you try, I’ll go hide in the bathroom, give you some privacy”, he said.
“You don’t need to hide in the bathroom Jason! I trust you! Just sit down at my study table, I’m okay with you being around”, said Charissa.
“Yes! You’ve helped me out in many tight spots. I trust you. I don’t mind if you even see me in just my diaper!”, stressed Charissa.
Jason smiled. “It’s okay, I appreciate that you trust me. I’ll just sit there and wait”, he said.
Charissa nodded. Jason went over to her study table and chair, which faced away from the bed, and sat down, to check his Twitter feed.
Charissa meanwhile, took off her pants and undergarment again and, following Jason’s instructions, spread out the diaper on her bed and lay down on top of it, and pulled the front part over her privates. But she couldn’t decide how best to put on the tapes. Using this as an excuse, she called out to Jason again.
“Um Jason, could you help me with the tapes please”, she asked.
Jason came over to her bedside. He saw Charissa lying down on her bed in that vulnerable state, with her diaper half-on. Jennifer always looked at him that way. He sighed and helped do the tapes for Charissa.
She stood up and adjusted her diaper. Jason looked away. Charissa tugged at her diaper one last time, and looked at Jason with a crestfallen expression. He sighed and held her hand.
“It will be over soon. Wearing diapers doesn’t define what kind of person you are, and I do not wish that it affects your personality”.
“Hang in there, Charissa”, he said.
Charissa nodded, looking down in embarrassment. She could feel Jason’s concern exuding in every syllable he spoke.
“Now put on a pants or something, and hide these diapers in your wardrobe”, he said and turned away.
Charissa looked down at her diapered crotch, staying rooted to the spot. She may have been willing, maybe even a tad eager to try on diapers to escape washing poopy clothing, but perhaps only when she saw an actual adult diaper on herself did reality hit her like a stone.
Did she just spend a sum of her own money on diapers? Was she now considered ‘abnormal’, because she wore diapers? Was her pooping problem so bad that she really needed diapers? And in the event that she did have an accident, who would change her diaper for her?
What would her friends say if they found out? How would her parents react, if they found out their 17 year old was wearing diapers again?
She had considered these issues when she was alone at home in the wake of her accidents, but when she was buying diapers she was too occupied to think about these issues. Only when she actually put on one did the gravity of the situation attract her attention. Perhaps that was why Jason was not keen on her wearing diapers?
She turned to look at him. Realizing that she had been lost in her own thoughts for quite a while, she walked over to join him at the window. She realized that if she was distressed, then he was emotionally vulnerable. He stared into the distance, unaware that Charissa had joined him by the side. A lone tear rolled down his right cheek. She reached out and held on to his left hand and leant onto his shoulder. Had she unknowingly hurt her friend?
Jason sat at Charissa’s study table, finishing up his chemistry assignment. Once he had written his last line, he sat up and stretched. He noticed the time was 5.45pm. Darkness would be falling soon. He turned around and glanced at Charissa.
Charissa was sleeping peacefully, her head tucked to one side and the rest of her buried under her sheets. She had gotten a slight headache, and had fallen asleep after taking the headache medicine. Jason had volunteered to stay around for a while longer in case it worsened. He smiled as he knew that Charissa was sleeping peacefully.
Knowing that he had to make a move soon, he stood up and went over to Charissa and slowly tried to wake her up.
“Mm, five more minutes”, she whined.
“Charissa, you’ve been asleep for four hours already! Wake up!”, said Jason softly, shaking her.
“Mm okay then”, she said groggily and sat up on her bed, stretching. The crinkling of her diaper was barely audible.
“How’s your headache”, he asked.
“Much better”, she answered groggily.
“Hmm looks like you’ve had a good afternoon nap!”, Jason said.
“Yeah. I’ve not had such a good sleep in a long time”, she said smiling at him.
“These diapers are surprisingly comfortable! It’s just that they crinkle when you turn over”, she added as she threw open her covers and stood up. A pair of loose Hawaiian shorts hid her diaper nicely.
“Haha. So you feeling better? How’s your headache?”, Jason asked.
“My head’s still throbbing a little, but much better than just now”, she replied sleepily, stretching again. “I’m starving, aren’t you”, she asked him.
“Me? Yeah”, he said.
“Hey listen, it’s getting late, I need to go soon”, he said.
“Oh okay”, said Charissa sadly.
“I was hoping you could stay for a while longer. We could order pizza for dinner!”, she added sadly.
Jason’s heart melted upon hearing the sadness in her voice. Well he <i>could</i> stay for a while longer, he just had to inform the landlady.
“Pleeeze,” beseeched Charissa.
“Yay!”, said Charissa, giving Jason a small hug. Jason, who had not expected that and was standing stiffly, squeezed her hand.
They both went downstairs into the living room and Charissa ordered some Dominoes pizza. The salesgirl who took their order said that it would take half an hour, so they switched on the television, and sat watching The Ellen DeGeneres show. They sat side-by-side on the sofa as the sun started to set outside.
Jason knew that sooner or later, Charissa would need to pee. And judging by her uncomfortable movements, he knew that was it was going to be soon.
Charissa meanwhile, sat beside Jason a little stiffly. She needed to pee, urgently, as all the soft drink from their lunch had completed its journey. She wanted to take off her diaper and use the toilet, but Jason’s advice of just using the diaper still sounded in her ears. She felt really close and comfy beside her friend, and didn’t want to upset him. But she didn’t like the discomfort either. She was in a mini dilemma. She shifted uncomfortably again.
Jason knew that she was embarrassed to talk about it, so he decided to help things along.
“You okay Charissa?”, he asked.
“Me? Yeah”, she replied uncertainly.
“Alright then”, he said and paused.
“You haven’t used the toilet right?”, he asked.
“Um me? No, I haven’t peed my diaper yet”, she said, a little defensively.
“So you haven’t gone to the bathroom since morning? Don’t you need to pee?”, he asked.
“Oh erm, yeah I do. It’s just that, I don’t want to pee in my diaper, but you told me to keep it on and I…”. Charissa couldn’t make out what to say.
“It’s okay, Charissa. You may pee in the toilet, you may pee in the diaper. It’s your choice. You’ll eventually take off the diaper, it’s a matter of now, or later tonight. Up to you”, said Jason.
Charissa nodded. But she was feeling too lazy to stand up from her comfortable position beside Jason. Maybe she should try to pee in a diaper, since it’s only doing its job, she thought to herself.
“I’m feeling lazy Jason,” she began.
“Hmm okay then. I’ll lift you up”, he said and stood up before Charissa could say anything, and helped her up onto her feet.
“Quickly go to the toilet! Don’t control for too long!”, he said.
“But Jason…” began Charissa.
“Why? Do you need someone to carry you to the toilet?”, he asked jokingly.
“Oh no, no. It’s just that… could you help me with the tapes?”, she asked, quickly changing the topic.
“Lazy girl”, he said smiling, while Charissa grinned back. He gave her a mischievous look, then without warning, pulled her Hawaiian Shorts straight down.
“Hey!”, Charissa protested.
Just then the pizza deliveryman rang the doorbell.
Charissa came out of the bathroom with her bladder feeling much better. She returned to the living room after donning on a pair of fresh underwear that she took from the laundry, and found that Jason wasn’t there. She took a seat first on the sofa. Seconds later, he reappeared at the staircase landing.
“I’ve left the diaper in your room, on the window-sill to dry. You may use it tomorrow morning”, he said, taking his seat beside Charissa.
“Oh okay. My bums actually feel kind of weird without any padding”, she confessed to Jason.
“Alright. Thought you’d be glad to be rid of them”, said Jason casually.
“Hah, I thought so too, but I didn’t realize that they would be this comfy to wear!”, she said.
Jason nodded. ‘At least she is willing to wear a diaper, so it’s not an emotional burden for her’, he thought to himself.
“You know, I really wanted to know what it’s like to pee in a diaper”, I was going to, but… yeah…", she said, trailing off.
Jason took a breath and looked at her. “Why Charissa?”, he asked.
“Just… curious I guess”, she answered, shrugging her shoulders.
“There’s nothing fantastic about it really. In any case, you still have a few weeks to try it out, though you’ll probably get sick of them”, he said.
Charissa nodded. “Sick of them”, she repeated softly.
“Yup”, he said.
There was silence for a moment. Then Charissa spoke.
“Um Jason”, she began.
When do we eat?"
“Erm now I guess,” he said.
They both laughed. Jason helped to open up the pizza box and they started to eat.
They ate their fill, heartily chatting with each other. Once they were done they cleared up the pizza and spent some more time watching the TV. But the clock was ticking and Jason knew that he had to return to his lodge, lest the landlady would be worried about him.
Slowly, he stood up to leave.
“Hey Charissa, I gotta go now. They will be looking out for me”, he said, careful of his tone and words.
“Oh okay”, said Charissa. She hoped Mr and Mrs Coleman wouldn’t get mad at Jason coming home late. She stood up and followed him as he gathered his stuff from her room. She stood by his side as he put on his shoes. She fussed over his jacket and adjusted his backpack for him. She didn’t want him to leave.
“You’ll be okay right?”, he asked her softly. He sensed her unwillingness to part with him.
“Yeah, I guess so”, she answered back softly.
“Okay then. You staying at home tomorrow right”, he asked.
“Um, yeah”, she answered a little undecidedly.
“Don’t want to have an accident in school”, she added.
Jason nodded. “Maybe I’ll drop by in the afternoon, to keep you company. How about that?”, he asked.
Charissa’s face lit up. “Jason I’d love that! Please do come, you are welcome here anytime”, she said happily.
“Alright then. I’ll drop by say 1?”, he said.
“Okay. I’ll try to cook something for you”, she added in zest.
It was Jason’s turn to smile. Charissa hugged Jason again, and this time, he reciprocated, hugging her tightly as well.
And as Jason stepped out of the front door, Charissa called out to him again.
“Yeah”, he asked.
“I… I just want to say thank you for following me for the appointment today. And for helping me with my… my diapers. And for spending all the time with me today”, she said.
“It really means so much to me”, she added.
Jason smiled at her. “You’re welcome,Charissa”, he said.
Charissa stood at her door as Jason walked on, quickly disappearing behind a bend. She locked up her front gate and the doors to her house and went up into her bedroom.
She turned on the light and sat down on her bed, taking some time to get accustomed to the sudden loneliness. She had wanted to ask Jason to stay over for the night, but knew that it was asking too much of him. He had already sacrificed his whole day to be with her, to support her and comfort her. She kept thinking of the little things that he did for her today that made her feel well taken-care of.
She saw the diaper set out to dry on her window-sill. She wondered to herself if she should wear it to bed tonight. Once she had changed into her pyjamas she picked it up and observed it carefully. Hesitantly, she put it down, knowing that it would be at least two hours after she woke up that she would need it. She switched off her room light and climbed into her bed, her bedside lamp being the source of light. She sat there in that position, surfing her phone, checking her Twitter and Facebook feeds before she decided to turn in early.
Charissa didn’t fall asleep immediately. Instead, she kept on thinking about the day’s events. It had definitely been an emotional roller-coaster ride for her, and felt thankful that Jason was there for her. She was already missing him.
She knew she had feelings for him, feelings that have existed for months, feelings that exponentially increased these past three days. And she knew that he harboured similar feelings for her too. But she sensed that something was stopping him from taking the next step, something which Charissa couldn’t make out.
Perhaps it involved his past? There must have been some strong reason for him to be allowed to repeat his first year of study in the same school! And Jason had never told her that he had a sibling. Come to think of it, he had never mentioned anything about his family until today.
Charissa kept on thinking about Jason’s unusual secret. Even as she groggily shifted into sleep, she knew what she must do the next morning.
Jason was tired, he was emotionally drained. But he still forced himself to wake up the next morning. It was a beautiful Thursday morning. After a quick shower and a quick walk, he was at his usual spot in the school library by half past eight. The library showed no new signs of students returning, and Jason was beginning to like it that way. Except today, Charissa wasn’t beside him.
He laid out his things on the table, and took out his stationary and calculator. But he simply wasn’t in the mood to do work today. He flipped through the Economics assignment. The topic of globalization wasn’t his favourite topic, and was his weakest. He knew that Jennifer hated it too. And so did Charissa.
Jason knew that Charissa was someone who was special to him, someone who was genuinely cared for him, someone who loved him. Ever since he defended her from an aggressive member of the public who harassed her during a photography society outing, she had gotten friendlier with him. They then volunteered to photograph a string of school events, during which they helped each other with the technical aspects of the art. They even stayed back till late to edit the photographs that they had taken, and so Charissa was not just a friend to Jason, she was his buddy.
Jason was knew that she was more than a buddy. He had feelings for her. But he fought to suppress these feelings, for within Charissa he saw his sister Jennifer. Charissa was filling in the vacuum left behind by his sister, and though he never mentioned anything about Jenny to Charissa, he treated her the same way.
He cried on the inside when Charissa told him she had a problem controlling her bowels. After all, it was one of the many problems that Jenny faced too, he thought to himself.
Slowly, his eyes started drooping and he fell fast asleep.
Jason was running. He was chasing after a dark figure, a dark figure of a tall, muscular man. He was chasing someone. She was crying. Jason couldn’t make out who it was or why the dark figure was chasing after her. Soon, they came to a room. It was a dead end. The girl, cornered, turned towards her assailant and started beseeching him.
“Please… please spare me”, she pleaded.
Alas, those cries fell on deaf ears. Instead, he raised a hammer high above his head.
“Noooooo”, cried out Jason. But it was too late. Jennifer ducked at the last possible second and scampered into Jason’s arms. The hammer struck a door which wasn’t there previously. Immediately, a horrible ear-splitting alarm bell sounded.
Jason jerked awake, still perspiring. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was not hugging his sister, but his jacket. And his phone, which was millimeters from where his head was resting, had just stopped ringing.
It was a text message from Charissa. He opened it.
“U in the library right?”
Still in a daze, it took a few moments for him to add one plus one. He quickly replied a ‘yes’.
Within five seconds Charissa replied.
"Ok cmg. In sch alr "
Jason stood up and stretched . He glanced at his watch. It was nearly ten. What in the world was she doing here? He leant on the adjacent wall, anticipating Charissa’s arrival within the next five minutes. His dream was still vivid in his mind, and he quickly wiped of his sweat and drunk some water to freshen up.
Maybe his heart was still racing from the dream but he could not stand still. So he walked towards the entrance of the library, past the silent rows of shelves, and empty tables and chairs. He walked past the librarian, who was playing with her Nintendo 3DS, and walked out of the library. He continued on to the staircase, past the empty cafe, and descended to the school concourse. Still no sign of Charissa.
From his position near the foot of the staircase one could clearly see the assembly plaza and the adjacent sidewalk. Running behind the canteen, it lead from the concourse all the way to the sheltered walkway. The gate lay just beyond sight. But nowhere, was Charissa to be seen.
“Girls”, Jason said to himself and took a seat, thinking that she had exaggerated her position. But as soon as he sat down, he wondered if she had taken a detour. For while this was the most direct path to the interior of the school, it was not the only one. He stood up and started to walk towards the canteen. At the first bend he saw, all the way at the other end stood a girl dressed in full school uniform.
“Charissa!”, he called out to her, and sprinted towards her.
Charissa did not move from her spot. Only when Jason stood in front of her did he realize that something was wrong. The odour gave it away.
“It happened again!” she blurted out, her voice cracking. “I just kept my phone when I felt… I couldn’t control it”.
Jason held her hand. Charissa stood rooted to the spot, her face pale and visibly distressed.
“It’s going to be alright. You wearing your… thing right?”, he asked cautiously.
“Good. Now, let’s get you changed. The canteen toilets…”
“I…am scared that the floor will be wet. Can we go somewhere else?” she asked.
Jason thought for a moment.
“The classrooms and all the other toilets are locked today. But there is one place. Can you climb stairs?”
“The third floor corridor, on the right hand side of the lecture block,” he replied.
“You mean on top of that blocked off staircase where couples go to have sex?”, she asked.
Jason nodded. “You’ll be able to walk right…”
“Yes Jason”, she cut in, knowing that he meant to carry her.
Jason gulped. Nevertheless he took Charissa’s schoolbag from her and they slowly made their way up. Charissa was waddling a little. She was highly embarrassed.
She was in a daze. What she had been hoping would never happen again, happened. She had told herself again and again, even Jason stressed it, that she was to remain at home. And just because she didn’t feel any urge to poop after three hours of being awake, she put on her uniform and hastened to school. She felt hopeless. Why did she even bother to leave her house? Did she trust her diaper too much?
Her mess was wedged in between her legs. It was soft, and she could feel it being moved around with every step. She regretted rebutting his offer to carry her and was secretly hoping that Jason would offer to carry her again. But as they got closer to their destination she let that hope falter away. Instead she remarked out aloud that she was lucky that no one was around to see her walking in that state.
Jason then asked her why she came to school today, despite hearing Dr Granger’s advice against leaving her house.
“You know that you have accidents in the morning”, Jason chided her. “Why did you risk it?”
“I… I thought that you might be alone in school today”, she said as they reached the secluded spot. It was a small space which wasn’t well known, had only one way in, and was perfect to hide in and change a diaper.
“Yeah but that’s not for long. I was going to come to your house, and you were going to make lunch remember?”, he said.
Charissa nodded. “I just felt like seeing you, Jason. And you told me to trust my diapers. Which is what I did. See? They haven’t leaked one bit”, she said, turning around and showing her behind to him.
Her school skirt wasn’t dirty one bit.
Jason nodded. “Thank you Charissa”, he said softly.
“I’ll stand below, keep a lookout while you get cleaned. You know what to do right?”
“Yes, she said, nodding her head. I was listening when you taught me as you took off my diaper yesterday”, she said.
“Okay. Call me once you are done”, he said.
"Okay, she said.
“And try to stop farting, once you are done,” he added with a grin.
“Hey,” she said putting we hands on her hips, smiling a little.
Jason smiled back, and he turned to make his way out. But he had taken just a few steps when he turned around again.
“You… sure you don’t need help”, he asked.
Charissa had just been pulling out her tucked-in school blouse. “Well… I don’t really mind some help…”, she began.
“Can you change my diaper for me”, she asked shyly.
Jason smiled kindly and nodded at her. Charissa had taken off her school skirt by the time he was beside her.
“See”, she said, pointing at her diaper. “I peed in it, twice”, she said.
“Ouh Charissa”, he said comfortingly. He proceeded to change her in a standing position. Once he was done, he spread out a new diaper on the floor and fastened the diaper with her lying down.
He helped her up to her feet. Charissa blushed, knowing that her Jason had just seen her naked and had diapered her. Jason too, felt very happy that his Charissa trusted him to change her diaper. She put on her school skirt while he bagged up her used diaper.
They went down to the nearest toilets and washed their hands thoroughly with soap. Jason then gathered his stuff and they left the surreal loneliness of the school, heading instead to a nearby Burger King where they had and early lunch and spent most of their time talking instead of studying.
Charissa had not forgotten her promise to cook lunch for Jason. She cooked for him that Saturday. And the Saturday after that. In between, Jason visited Charissa’s house every day of the week, spending much values time with her. They watched movies, finished ther homework, started studying ahead and even took long walks along the lake near her house.
Charissa did enlist Jason’s help in changing her diaper whenever she did have accidents. She had as many as three accidents a day, and had to wear her diapers all day and even at night, eventually purchasing another pack of diapers.
But eventually, Charissa started to gain more and more control of her bowels, and by the last week of the holidays she was successfully making it to the toilet every time. She stopped wearing diapers in the afternoons and evenings, but she liked their comfort and wore them every night, staying in it until after breakfast, when Jason came over.
After spending weeks with Charissa, Jason was very much comfortable with being around her. The two of them were inseparable. He called her Cherry, and she called him Jay Jay in their intimate chats. He was glad that Charissa was finally weaning off her diapers. But he knew that he would miss changing Charissa, for she had not told him that she actually liked to wear them at night. He had convinced Charissa to poop her diaper on purpose one day just for him, and that was a day when things went horribly wrong.
Each returned home to their rooms and spent hours, crying themselves to sleep. School opened just two days later and they still hadn’t called or texted each other.