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The Three Diapered Amigo's
Book II: Craig's Battle for Diapers
Written by JD © February 2012
Warning: The story you are about to read contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. The following is evil, illegal, should be banned, and all that other blah, blah, blah. If reading a coming of age story of self-discovery about pre-adolescent and adolescent boys that wet their beds, wear diapers, and explore their awakening sexuality with each other does not tickle your pickle (or if the law in your area says that pickle tickling is illegal) then don't read it.
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Chapter 9: Sleeping with Mom and Dad
The news reporter kept telling me the same thing over and over as he glared hauntingly at me!
"A young boy went missing yesterday!"
"A young boy went missing yesterday!"
"A young boy went missing yesterday!"
"Tommy age 12 went missing yesterday evening as he walked home alone from the local park. Tommy matches the description of 10 other boys who have been kidnapped by the man that has been daubed `The Blue Eyeball Killer'."
"Please, I don't want to hear more!" I begged while trying to fight back my tears of fear.
"The Blue Eyeball Killer has him now and guess what, he is coming after you next Craig!" The new reporter cackled loudly and then pointed a bony finger at me.
"No! Please! "Please stop, you're scaring me!" I pleaded, but all the please in the world wouldn't be able to stop him.
I shoved myself into a small, tight, and dark corner. I was trying my best to get away and hide myself from the now demonic sounding laughter of the news reporter. As I cowered in that corner I felt my bladder fail and soon felt my pee erupt from my boyhood and fill my pants. It didn't matter how much I tried to hide as he could now smell me and kept his attention fully on me, as he laughed and continued to frighten me.
"He is coming for you Craig's and he want's your eyeballs!"
"He is going to love those pretty blue eyeballs of yours!" The news reporter continued to scare me.
"Craig, do you know what he does with those blue eyeballs?"
Still cowering in the corner and now crying, I shook my head no.
"HE HE!" The news reporter laughed. "He eats them Craig. He eats them raw!"
Then the new reporter started to morph into a hulking dark evil looking shape that had eyes of fire! Suddenly I found myself wishing that the reporter would come back. This new evil looking form terrified me beyond belief!
"YES CRAIG I WANT YOU AND I WANT THOSE BLUE EYEBALLS OF YOURS!" The monstrous form cackled in an evil loud cackle. Then the form licked his lips and demanded, "GIVE ME THOSE TASTY BLUE EYEBALLS OF YOURS! I AM HUNGRY FOR LUNCH!"
The form then started to reach out at me as I stared into those fire pit eyes of his. As he was about to grab me, he let out a god awful piercing wail, in a siren like wail sounding voice.
That is when I screamed in terror!
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"Craig baby you're okay, it was just a bad dream!" I heard my mother tell me as she hugged my noticeably wet shaking body to her.
I just cried into her nightgown as my body continued to tremble in fear. I hadn't yet even noticed that my light had been turned on. Shoot I hadn't even noticed that anyone had even come into my room. It turned out that my dad was there as well.
"Craig buddy are you okay?" Dad asked out of concern.
Still too shaken up, I wasn't able to even say anything. I guess Dad hadn't expected me to answer as he did not ask again, at least not right away. Instead I felt his large warm hand on my back.
"Honey, you are going to squeeze him to death." Dad cautioned.
I hadn't realized how tightly Mom had been holding me until I felt her reluctantly loosen her hold on me.
"Dear why don't you go get cleaned up and put on a dry nightgown as I think our son baptized you." Dad calmly told Mom.
Again Mom reluctantly let go of me then got up. She started to leave but stopped and looked back at Dad.
"I can't..." Mom started to say before Dad interrupted her.
"Honey, I will take care of our son. I swear he will be okay and still here once you get cleaned up." Dad again calmly promised Mom.
Mom looked at me one more time and I was shocked to see her crying. As she turned around and left my room I found my heart breaking. Somehow I made my mother cry those hurtful tears. I almost burst in another round of tears and I still hadn't even recovered from the tears I awoke with.
"Hey buddy, how about we get you out of this wet bed and cleaned up." Dad asked.
I tried to answer Dad but my throat was so dry that all I managed to get out of me was a dry rasping noise. I managed to stop crying and wiped the tears from my eyes with my hands which were luckily clean of any urine. Again I tried to answer Dad and again I got nothing out but the dry Rasping noise.
"Hey buddy, would you like me to get you a glass of water?" Dad asked and I just nodded my head.
Once Dad left my room I decided I needed to get up and get out of my wet pajamas. As I got up I saw something sticking out, just slightly from under the blankets. When I picked it up I noticed that it was the headphones I had been wearing earlier. I don't know why I did it but I brought them up to my ears and suddenly I heard the screeching, wailing, siren like sound that had scared me awake. I quickly reached under the pillow for the Screaming Meanie and shut the blasted alarm off and then managed to shove it into my nightstand drawer before Dad came back in the room, with my glass of water.
"Here you go son." Dad announced as he held the glass out for me.
Boy did that cool water feel good going down my throat. As I drank the water, Dad started to pull my wet pajama bottoms and underwear down and had me step out of them. When I was done drinking my water, he helped me out of my pajama top.
"Okay buddy, how about we get you in a quick shower so you can clean all the pee off of you and get you into clean pajamas." Dad suggested as he took my hand and led me out of my room.
As we were leaving my room we almost ran into Mom who was now wearing a bathrobe over what I assumed was a clean nightgown. Mom must have been real worried about me to clean up that fast.
"Sorry dear, we didn't see you coming." Dad apologized.
"That is okay, I was just coming in to get Craig." Mom announced. "Honey if you would take care of Craig's bed I will get him washed. Then we can all go back to bed." Mom then took my hand as Dad went back into my room to take care of my bed.
Instead of going to the hallway bathroom, Mom took me to their bathroom in their bedroom. I noticed that the bath tub was filled and it had bubbles in it. There was also a good smell, sort of like flowers.
"Mommy, what is that smell?" I asked.
"Oh that is Lavender and chamomile, they are ingredients in Baby Magic." I must have had a confused look on my face as Mom tried to explain. "It is a special type of bubble bath wash that is supposed to help you relax. It will hopefully be able to help you go back to sleep."
I wasn't about to argue with Mom on this as I was really loving all the attention I was getting after having such a scary dream. The fact was though, that I didn't think there was any way that I was going to be going back to sleep tonight! My mind was so wide awake from the fright; I didn't think I would ever be able to sleep again.
Mom then helped me into the tub. Boy did that water feel nice and I really did like the bath wash smell, even if it was for babies. It kinda felt soothing and relaxing. Mom then got down on her knees and started to wash me.
As much as I wanted to stay awake, I soon found the powers of the Baby Magic smell was doing exactly what Mom told me it was supposed to do. As I started to nod off in the tub, Mom shook me a little.
"Come on baby stay awake for a few more minutes for Mommy."
I yawned and forced my eyes open, still I knew it wouldn't be long before I fell back to sleep. Mom quickly finished washing me and picked me up and out of the tub. She then stood me on my feet while she dried me off with one of their large fluffy towels. After I was dry Mom picked me up and carried me into their room; where I had noticed that Dad had already gone back to sleep and was snoring logs to prove it. Mom set me on her bed as she left the room.
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"Craig sweetie, please wake up for mommy." I heard Mom as she shook me awake.
When I opened my eyes the sunlight coming into the room surprised me. "What?" I quickly reclosed my eyes trying to figure out what just happened. I didn't understand as the last I knew it was still in the middle of the night. Then I noticed that I was now dressed in my pajamas and lying on my Dad's side of my parents' bed, with a very noticeable wet spot under me.
"Come on Craig, you need to get up for school sweetie." Mom again shook me as she must have thought I went back to sleep after I closed my eyes again.
I opened my eyes again as I tried to fight the surge of upcoming tears. I know this was my plan and that I would not be in any trouble, but still I couldn't help myself as the dam broke and I started to cry.
"Oh sweetie, what is wrong? Are you still afraid of that nightmare last night?"
To be honest, I hadn't even thought about my nightmare yet, at least that was the case until Mom reminded me about it. Now I was crying even harder as the memory of it came back to me. Mom sat next to me and pulled me into her arms as she tried to calm me back down. I guess as Mom was holding me she finally noticed that I had wet the bed again.
"Oh Craig I am so sorry, I should have woke you up when I got up as you were still dry then. You must have just wet and it is my fault and not yours." Mom apologized. "Now how do you feel about getting up so we can get you cleaned up?" Mom asked me.
I hiccupped and nodded my head yes as Mom picked me up and carried me to her and Dad's bathroom. At first I thought she was going to bath me again but she disappointedly started the shower and made sure it was the right temperature before helping me out of my peed pajamas. Once she had me stripped of my pajamas and wet yellow stained underwear, she picked up my wet things and headed out to their room to presumably take care of the wet bedding. As she left I got inside the shower where I let the water wash away the evidence of my recent cry!
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As I was getting my pajamas on that evening, I couldn't help thinking about what happened that day. Boy was it an awful day! I was almost positive that nothing could have gotten worse than last Friday, but I surprised myself when it did. I guess the only good thing is that the day was finally over with.
Earlier that evening after begging Mom and Dad to let me, I tried calling Mark's house but according to his mother, he refused to come to the phone. Without my parents telling me too, I ran all the way back to my room and had a long cry into my pillow.
"Why did I do it?" I asked myself as finished pulling up my Pajama bottoms.
I didn't care how much trouble I was in now, all I knew was that now, both of my friends hated me! And the stupidest thing of all was, that there was no reason I should have reacted like I did. I had wanted to also call Randy, but after Mark's rejection I was just too upset.
Just as I was finished pulling on my pajama top Mom appeared at my door.
"Sweetie you know we love you right."
I nodded my head, "Yeah I know." I then held my head in shame.
"I sorry that your friends are angry with you, but don't worry, they will get over it." Mom promised.
"I hope so." I mumbled.
"It is okay honey; I am sure that before the end of the week it will be like it never happened." Mom predicted. Then mom changed gears and made me an offer. "Craig, how would you like to sleep with us tonight?"
"But I will pee your bed for sure and get it all over you." I said worriedly.
"Don't baby, I will get you up in the middle of the night and take you potty." Mom promised.
I didn't give it more than a millisecond of thought before I answered with "YES!"
To be honest, it had nothing to do with the plan for diapers. I was thinking more about my nightmare from last night plus it made me feel better to know that my parents didn't seem mad at me anymore.
"Mom, am I still grounded?" I asked hoping that they had decided to commute my sentence.
"I am sorry baby, but you are still grounded through Wednesday." Mom confirmed. "I just want you close to me tonight in case you have another nightmare so I can help you through it." Mom cooed. "Now why don't you try to go potty real good for Mommy and then go lie down in our bed? Your dad and I will be in there, in a couple hours." Mom implored me.
I went to the bathroom like Mom asked me and was about to pull out my boyhood to pee when I suddenly remembered my plan to wet my parents bed. I felt so naughty doing it but I decided to once again not pee in the toilet and just acted like I did. I then snuck some water and drank it from my cupped hands. Once my thirst was quenched I went back to my parents' room and slipped under the covers of their bed. I tried my best to stay awake until Mom and Dad came to bed, but it was a losing battle.
I am not sure when it was, but at some point during the night I had started to dream about all the stuff that happened that Monday. Again as my mind went over the events, I wished that I could go back and change what happened.
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"So you wet your parents' bed this morning! Cool, I guess the Screaming Meanie worked!" Mark announced loudly.
No sooner had Mark told the world about me wetting my parents' bed, Randy thumped him hard on the head.
"OW! What was that for?" Mark grumbled as he rubbed the sore spot on his head.
I didn't care that Randy had already popped him; all I cared about was the humiliation and embarrassment that Mark's yelling caused me. "Damn it Mark, do you have to be so fucking loud!" I cursed as I scanned the playground making sure there was no one in earshot of three of us.
It was the first recess of the school day and after finding a secluded spot near the back of the playground; I told Mark and Randy about me waking up wet, first in my bed, than in my parents' bed. I decided to keep my Nightmare to myself as the last thing I wanted to do was scare them. I knew how much the whole thing scared me and I didn't want them waking up from nightmares like myself.
I then told them how I woke up this morning not remembering anything after my mom gave me that calming soothing bath. That in fact the last thing I remember was Mom going to get me a clean pair of pajamas to put me in. I also shared my confusion this morning when my mother woke me and not realizing that hours had gone by. Amazingly I informed them that I stayed dry until right before Mom woke me. I had just got done telling them about how I used the Screaming Meanie for the first time. That was why Mark hollered out and got unkindly reminded to not shout by Randy.
Mark, who was `STILL' rubbing the spot where Randy had thumped him, apologized. "Hey, I am sorry Craig. I just got excited." Mark then lowered his voice to almost a whisper and repeated his earlier question. "So the Screaming Meanie worked?"
"GOD YES!" I whispered loudly. "It scared the living crap out me when it went off this morning!" I told both Mark and Randy.
"Again?" Randy asked, and when he noticed my confused look, he reminded me of just yesterday morning. "You forgot you pooped your diaper yesterday morning when you heard it go off?" Randy whispered questioningly.
The memory of yesterday morning came rushing back to me and I quickly felt the heat growing inside my head as I became once again embarrassed. I then went from embarrassed to seething white anger when I remembered who made me mess myself!
"Hey Craig, don't worry. Mom and Dad are both use to me pooping my diapers and pants. I swear my mom won't tell anyone; including your parents about it." Mark quickly tried to explain to me in hopes to calm me back down.
Unfortunately my anger was not going to calmly go away. In fact my anger was about to get much, much, worse.
"How can I believe that? Your mom told my mom about my pooping and peeing accident I had at your place a few weeks ago!"
"That was because you did it in your pants, but because she had you wear a diaper she won't tell." Mark stated rather assuredly for himself.
"How do you know this?" I asked Mark because I suddenly had the feeling that he wasn't telling me something.
Mark didn't seem like he really wanted to tell me what it was that he was hiding from me. Finally though, after staring at him with an evil eye, or should I say eyes that contained roaring anger, he broke down.
"I am sorry Craig; I guess I should have told you this already, but I didn't want you to overreact." Mark sputtered out of him. "I was the one to suggest to Mom that she should diaper you. I didn't want you to be upset with me, so Mom told me she would make it sound like it was her idea. She then made it look like I still had no idea about your problem in order to protect your feelings." Mark said apologetically. "I knew you wanted to wear diapers so I thought that you would be happy that my mom diapered you.
At first I was extremely angry for him to do this without talking to me first. But what Mark said was true; I did want to wear diapers. I was now able to realize the stupidity of it all and attempted to let it go.
Then another thought started to form and I knew that the anger I had felt moments before really didn't go away as it was quickly building in me again. "So how long has she known that you have known?" I asked.
Again Mark hem-hawed before finally answering the question, "Craig I am sorry, but I told her that I knew that same weekend when you found out that I knew about your bed wetting all along. I have been trying to get her to allow you to wear a diaper ever since. She finally decided to have you do it the night before last.
I was having trouble believing this. Here Mark has been telling me about being more open to him and Randy, and he himself can't even take his own advice. Again my anger built in me. I knew that it was completely ridicules for me to be angry over something like this. I think a good part of my anger though was coming from my nightmare and the fear of being killed just for my eyeballs or even worse Mark being killed. Whatever the reason was, I found myself becoming so angry I needed to lash out at someone. Even if that someone was my good friend, Mark!
"Craig! Please don't get upset, it isn't like she didn't know already about your problem." Mark pleaded.
"Well that might be the case about your mom..." I angrily spat. "...but now your dad knows!" I said furiously as I jabbed my finger into his chest. I kept on thinking about how Mark's mom had already told someone. Yes it was only her husband and later I would break down as I tell myself how stupid this whole thing really was, but at that moment all I was thinking was, who else did she tell.
I guess I must have confused Mark because he looked at me with a look of confusion. "How do you know my dad knows?" He asked me. "I only told Mom and she said she wouldn't tell anyone else."
If it was even possible, I found myself growing even angrier as he just proved the point I just made to myself. "I just thought you said I could trust your mom; that she wouldn't tell anyone?!" I snottily said in anger.
"Trust me Craig I am really sorry, but how do you know that my dad knows?" Mark asked again.
"Like you don't know!" I snapped at him. "I woke up the other night while he was changing my wet diaper!"
"Craig, I didn't know, I swear. Please believe me." Mark begged.
I guess Randy was getting tired of us fighting. Well actually Mark wasn't really fighting but still what he was saying, just kept getting me angrier and angrier. Looking back on it I can't believe I did what I did to my best friend. As Randy tried to get us to see reason, I took advantage of the brief distraction that he caused for Mark. In that split second and without thought of the repercussions, I slugged Mark as hard as I could in his right eye. Later I would cry in shame at the idea that I hurt one of Mark's beautiful Sapphire Blue eyes.
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"I can't believe I hurt that beautiful right blue eye of Mark's." I murmured in my sleep. I must have been close to awake as I suddenly awoke from my dream of the memory of that day, to the feeling of a growing warm wetness on my groin and spreading out underneath my butt.
I sat bolt upright in Mom and Dad's bed and as soon as I realized the growing wetness was coming from me I stopped the flow. My mind still half asleep I was scared and ashamed at what I did. As I took in my surroundings I noticed that I was right up next almost to Mom and I knew that I wet enough that there was now most likely a puddle of my boy urine underneath her. Surprisingly she didn't awake. I decided to see how much damage I done and found that I was not lying on the sheet like I thought. Instead I was lying on some sort of pad and I knew after checking it out with my hands, that all my pee was absorbed by the pad and none of it actually made it under Mom.
"Cool!" I thought to myself as I realized the pad had kept my pee from getting onto the sheets.
Then I remembered that I wanted diapers not pads to sleep on, this meant that I needed to show my parents that the pads would not work. So with this in mind I laid back down. I then relaxed my bladder and sphincter muscles. Seconds later I felt the rest of my boy pee flow out of me, wetting down my boyhood, which all of a sudden sprang up like a flag pole as if it was saying "Looky here, look at me!"
Boy, feeling my pee raining down on my rock hard boyhood then flowing down into my butt crack was the most awesome feeling I ever remember feeling. I don't know why I did it, but I stuck my hand inside my pajama bottoms and underwear and let the rest of my pee flow out onto my hand as I held my stiff boyhood. Once again I was growing tired. Not fighting it I then fell back to sleep with a smile on my face, my hand still stuck in my pants and holding my proud, happy, boyhood member. As I slept, my dream picked up right where it left off.
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I watched as Mark screamed from pain and his hands immediately covered his eye that I hit. I learned from Randy later that I had this big smirk on my face right after I hit Mark. I guess he had every right to be upset at what I did.
Randy was pissed when he saw that I used him and the distraction he caused, to slug Mark. He didn't say a word and I didn't see the fist coming. That is until it was too late. I don't even remember hitting the ground.
When I came to, I found myself lying down on a bed in the nurse's office. I tried to sit up but my head was throbbing with pain. Instead I lied back down and tried to take in my surroundings by carefully and slowly moving my head.
"Good you're awake." I heard a voice that I recognized belonged to the school nurse. "I think your mom is in the office talking to Mr. Bell."
"Huh?" I grunted in confusion.
I pretty much was still swimming in pain and didn't at that moment remember what had happened to have me end up in the nurse's office. In fact I was in so much pain that I hadn't yet noticed that I had peed my pants at some point while unconscious. I hadn't noticed it but the nurse all of a sudden had.
"Oh my!" The nurse exclaimed. "Craig honey..."
Before the nurse could finish her statement, I too noticed the wetness between my legs and underneath my butt. "Not again!" I cried.
I could tell that there was a large wet spot underneath me where I peed the bed. I was embarrassed and mad at myself for shaming myself once again at school.
"I am sorry I peed the b..." I tried to apologize but before I could finish what I was trying to say, I broke down crying.
"Craig sweetie, don't cry. It happens more then you realize. That is why there is a rubber sheet on the bed." The nurse explained.
The nurse decided to leave me alone for a couple minutes in hopes that I would be able to get control of my tears quicker. Before she left she told me that she would be right back that she was going to go down to the office and get my mom.
By the time my mom entered the nurse's office I was wiping away the last of my straggling tears. One look at Mom and I could tell that she looked angry, but I also saw a momentary concerned look when she first saw me. It was when I saw Mom's face, when everything came back and I now knew why she was so angry looking.
"I am sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to!" I cried after I realized how upset she was of me.
The nurse, who yet didn't know all of what happened, thought I was still upset for peeing the bed. "Oh honey, it is alright. As I said the bed is protected and the sheet can be washed.
Mom, who either didn't care about me wetting or just ignored it, asked, "Can he get up? We need to go back to Mr. Bell's office."
The nurse nodded, "That brute..." I assumed when she said brute she meant Randy. "...hit him hard in his left ear and he now has a large nasty knot just above it." The nurse showed Mom.
Mom just nodded her head as the nurse helped me out of bed. As Mom saw me wobble a little on my feet the angry look momentarily became one of concern as she reached out and steadied me.
"Craig, are you okay?" Mom asked still concerned.
"Mommy my head hurts really bad." I cried and I didn't even bother to try to wipe the tears rolling down my cheeks this time.
"I am sorry about that Craig. Once we get home I will give you some Children's Tylenol." Mom said in a slightly irritated but concerned voice. "Right now your Vice Principal wants to talk to you."
"But Mom, I am wet. Everyone will see that I peed myself if I go out there." I pleaded.
But Mom's momentarily concern for me was replaced again with her anger. "Well Craig, you should have thought of that before you started a fight." Mom announced bluntly. And you know I didn't think about this statement, if I had I would have known that she had the school knew more than they led us to believe.
With that Mom took my hand and led me out of the nurse's office and down to the main office where Vice Principal, Mr. Bell had his office at. Boy I was a sight. Here I was an 11 year old boy, with a large wet spot on the front of his pants and an even larger wet spot on the back of my shirt and pants. On top all of this, I was still crying like the little baby that I looked like. Luckily Recess had been over for a while, so there were no kids in the hallways. In fact there was not a soul present in the hallways.
Before we entered the office I stopped as I knew there would be people in there, yes they are adults and yes they have most likely seen me in peed pants before, still I just couldn't stand the idea of walking in as wet as I was right that moment. It didn't matter as Mom didn't give me a choice but dragged me in anyway. She didn't stop in the office but dragged me into the crowded looking Vice Principal's office, due to all the people inside it. In two of the three chairs in front of Mr. Bell's desk were Randy, who looked extremely pissed off and Mark, who was holding a bag of ice over his eye that I hit. It looked like that Mark had been crying as there were clean trails on his dirty face and they still appeared a little wet.
I about cried when I saw the swollen puffy skin around his eye when he looked my way and showed me what I did to him by removing the ice from his eye. Like Randy, he too looked pissed at me.
As I said the room was crowded as there was more than just Mark, Randy, me, and my mother. Both Mark's and Randy's parents, oh I mean parents as both their moms and Dads were there. I was shocked further to see my own dad as he normally was working now. The other thing was that none of them, including Mr. Bell, looked happy with me.
Mr. Bell than cleared his throat. "Craig, please take a seat." Mr. Bell asked and forgetting how wet I was I sat in the third chair.
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"Craig, please go peepee." I heard my dad say through my sleepy and groggy mind.
Once again I was brought out of my dream and found myself naked and sitting on the toilet. I yawned and looked around me but was having trouble really focusing on anything. I don't even remember trying, but all of a sudden I heard my pee hitting the inside of the bowl. I was so tired that that it barely even registered that my dad was pushing my boyhood down between my legs to keep my pee inside the toilet.
I must have fallen asleep again as I don't even remember finishing my pee. All I know was that I don't remember waking up the rest of the night. Instead I once again found myself slipping back into Dreamland and back into Mr. Bell's office with all of those angry people staring down at me.
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I guess it was because everyone seemed so upset, that no one realized or cared that I had pissed myself. Another thing I found strange was, other than Mr. Bell asking me to sit, no one said a word for what seemed like several minutes. This started to make me nervous, so like with Mom earlier I immediately apologized.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to do it!" I said worriedly.
"What did you not mean to do Craig? Getting into a fight with your friends? Or are you just sorry that you got caught?" Mr. Bell asked a lot calmer than I expected.
Without even thinking about it I answered, "Both."
"Well Craig, it is good that you are at least being honest. Would you like to tell me what the fight was about?" He asked me and I responded by shaking my head no, I had done this as I was sure my mouth would betray me again. "I see, so you and your friends got into a fight but no one is willing to tell us what it was about." Mr. Bell questioned the three of us. "Okay I guess I can respect that. Still I cannot allow you three to be fighting. You boys are supposed to be best of friends." At this Mr. Bell paused and scratched his chin.
Mr. Bell then looked at our parents and it seemed that there was something unspoken going on between them. Mr. Bell then looked back at the three of us again and sighed.
"Well, since you three will not tell me what happened to cause this, I see that my only option is to suspend the three of you for the remainder of the school year. Because of the suspension you will be made to retake the 5th grade again next year." Mr. Bell handed down the punishment.
"No!" Randy shouted. "It was my fault I started it." Randy lied.
"Is that true?" Mr. Bell asked both Mark and I.
In unison, both Mark and I said, "NO!"
"I see; would either of you two be willing to tell me what did happen." Again in unison, we both shook our heads no.
My Dad, who hadn't said a word until now, spoke. "Isn't that a little extreme for a punishment? I mean boys fight all the time. Besides, what about the kids who picked on my son for wetting his pants, did they get suspended?" He asked.
The other parents sounded like they were all in agreement with my dad. Again Mr. Bell just sat there and didn't say a word. The thing that really bothered me was the way he was looking at me.
"For the kids who picked on Craig I can't answer on that. I am sorry about that but it is between me the child and his parents or legal guardian." At this Mr. Bell gave Randy's parents a quick glance and I knew that it had to do with Billi.
I knew that Billi did get in trouble about what he did to me but I never knew how. I even tried asking Randy, but he too was out of the loop on that one as well. All we know is that Billi was still coming to school like normal. I will say this though; Billi hasn't even spoken to me since. I couldn't help feeling the unfairness since Dad had pointed it out.
"I would consider a more lenient punishment for those who didn't start the fight, but the one responsible for starting it will be suspended for the rest of the school year." Mr. Bell announced and again looked at me.
I couldn't help wondering why Mr. Bell kept looking at me. Did he know more than he was letting on? Did he see the fight and know that I started it? Or was he just disappointed in me because I once again was in trouble and in his office? Whatever the reason was, it felt like his eyes were drilling into my soul.
Finally no longer able to take his staring, I hung my head in shame. "It was me." I mumbled so low that Mr. Bell asked me to repeat myself. "It is my fault. I started it." I stated louder this time.
Unlike with Randy, no one came to my defense. With a sigh, I then proceeded to tell Mr. Bell and everyone what happened.
I didn't think about what I was saying or who I was saying it to. My mind was just trying to clear out all the emotional garbage. Because of this I didn't think or even realize that I just told my parents that Mark's mom and later his dad had diapered me the other night. I didn't tell anything except the events that caused me to get upset and hit Mark. I didn't say anything about the plan and I did not reveal my desire to wear diapers, as that had nothing to do with the fight.
When I was done explaining everything, Randy proceeded to tell his part in it. He explained how he looked at me and saw me grinning after punching Mark. How that grin infuriated him and without thinking made him react. Up until then, I didn't know for sure, though I had suspected; that it was Randy who hit me. Mark was absolved of any wrong doing and was about to be sent home with his parents, when he did admit to jumping onto Randy's back, trying to keep him from hitting me anymore while I lay unconscious on the ground.
"So did you hit Randy or Craig at all?" Mr. Bell asked.
"No I was just trying to keep Randy from hitting Craig again." Mark explained.
"Okay, I don't see that there is any reason to punish you as you were not fighting, but trying to stop it instead." Mr. Bell decided. "Okay Mark, you can go back to your classroom now." Mr. Bell then looked at Mark's parents. "That is unless you rather take him home for the day to have his eye looked at."
Mark's parents decided that they wanted to have his eye looked at. In the end they signed Mark out for the day and left.
It was now just me and Randy and our parents and of course Mr. Bell. Again there were several minutes it seemed of nothing but quietness. I looked over at Randy and though I was hoping that he would no longer be upset with me, I could easily tell by the way he scowled at me that it wasn't going to be the case. Randy was definitely upset with me and it appeared he would be for quite some time.
Finally Mr. Bell broke the silence. "Boys I can respect the three of you protecting each other. It shows great friendship that even when you're angry at each other that you still try to protect each other; especially when it is about something embarrassing, such as bedwetting and diapers."
Hearing Mr. Bell speak those words was when I realized the huge mistake I made. Yes I was upset with Mark and the fact that his dad had changed me, but I never intended on making it public knowledge. Now everyone in the room, including my parents, knew about the diaper I wore and I feared that I would get an earful as soon as I got home from school. Well no, I guess I would be hearing it sooner as I was now suspended through the rest of the school year. Just this alone was upsetting as both Randy and Mark would be attending the Junior High next year and I would still be at the elementary school repeating Fifth Grade. All of this weighed heavily on my mind as I realized all the mistakes I made. I guess this is why I hadn't realized that Mr. Bell had asked me a question.
Mr. Bell repeated his question. "Craig, do you understand that this school has a strict policy when it comes to fighting?"
To be truthfully honest I had no clue what its policy was, when it came to fighting or anything else for that matter. Because of this I just shook my head no. Mr. Bell then took his attention off of me and placed it on Randy.
"Son, I know that you know the schools policy when it comes to fighting. It was not that long ago when I just had to deal with the two you fighting!" Mr. Bell stated.
Not knowing what to do I gulped and nodded my head yes. As for Randy he just folded his arms and didn't even blink let alone respond to Mr. Bell's statement. Mr. Bell again sighed.
"Okay boys, this is what I am going to do. Both of you will be suspended starting now through Wednesday. Thursday morning you are both to report back to my office to discuss whether further punishment is needed or not." Mr. Bell instructed and then as an afterthought, "If I see, or even hear that you two have been fighting again, I will not hesitate to suspend you for the rest of the school year!" Mr. Bell growled and punctuated it with, "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Sir!" I quickly replied, happy that I was not going to be suspended for the rest of the school year.
Randy on the other hand didn't say a word until his dad reached out and squeezed his shoulder just hard enough to get his attention. I guess Randy got the point as he too answered, "Yes sir." Though not as exuberantly as I did.
When Mr. Bell seemed satisfied with our answers, he then sent both Randy and I out to the main office so that he could talk to our parents. I tried to get Randy to talk to me and even apologized, but he was being a stubborn ass and refused to even acknowledge my -existence, let alone my apology!
About ten minutes later our parents came out and what I found weird was instead of angry scowls on their faces, they were smiling and almost seemed to be joking around with Mr. Bell. For a moment I thought that maybe my mom and dad were not going to be as mad at me as I thought, boy was I wrong. As soon as we were in the car and driving towards home, they both proceeded to give me the worst chewing out that I ever got in my young life so far.
Once home I found out that I was going to be further punished. Not only was I to be grounded to my room until Thursday morning, I found out also that I was not going to be allowed to play with any of my things. Instead Mom would be picking up my school work and I would be doing that. To make sure I don't play with my things Mom removed all my toys and games from my room. She even took my Harry Potter book. The only thing I was allowed was a set of encyclopedias, a dictionary, and a Bible.
Before my dad left to go back to work he stopped in my room. "Craig, I want to tell you that even though I am not happy that you were fighting in school, I am proud that you told the truth, when knowing that doing so would get you in so much trouble. This is the only reason that I am not blistering your hide right now. Now if I ever hear of you fighting again; I will not hesitate to put you over my knee, which will result in you not being able to sit for a week. Do you understand me?" Dad asked sternly.
"Y-y-y-y-ye-s-s-s-s S-s-s-sir!" I stammered as my butt cheeks clenched at the thought of being spanked.
Other than this last threat from my dad, I didn't hear from either of my parents until Mom knocked on my door to tell me my lunch was on the table. After lunch I was again sent back to my room where I stayed until Dinner time. As with after lunch, once I was done eating dinner, I was again sent to my room, where I stayed until it was bedtime.
I was putting on my pajamas when Mom came to let me know that I could sleep with them that night if I wanted to. I was really surprised but also happy that she didn't seem mad at me.
One other strange thing that happened that day was that neither of my parents brought up the fact that Mark's parents had diapered me. I had decided not to mention it either hoping that they had forgot or some reason didn't notice.
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The sun shining through my parent's bedroom window was what awoke me that Tuesday morning. I looked over at their alarm clock and noticed that it was after 9:30 in the morning. I stretched and yawned and wondered why I wasn't awakened earlier, then I remembered that I was suspended and would not be attending school that day.
"Well there is one good thing about being suspended?" I yawned.
"What's that?" Mom asked.
I hadn't noticed that Mom had come into the room, so when she spoke it scared me so bad that I screamed out in terror and lost control of what little pee I had in me still. My boy pee came gushing out of me into the already wet bedding that surrounded me. I just sat there, not saying a word until the last squirt of pee left me. Even then I was so embarrassed at what I done I didn't say anything.
"Don't worry baby, I know you are wet." Mom informed me. "I was going to wake you earlier but I got a phone call and got so wrapped up in it that I forgot until now." Mom tried to explain.
"I am okay Mom; you just scared me a little as I didn't know you were in here." I said still a little shaken from the scare. Both of us forgot totally about the question Mom had asked.
"Don't worry baby, I understand." Mom said understandably. "By the way Craig, I am curious as to why were you screaming about blue eyes last night?" Mom asked.
This took me completely by surprise as I was sure what the blue eyes meant, but for the life of me, I don't remember having the nightmare about the Blue Eyeball Killer. The only thing I remember dreaming about was yesterday's fiasco. I didn't really want to think about the Blue Eyeball Killer so instead I shrugged my shoulders.
"I am sorry Mom, but I don't remember dreaming anything like that."
Mom looked at me worriedly and sighed. "Okay baby, but Mommy is here if you need her, okay sweetie?"
Mom then pulled back the bedding and saw how wet I was. Again Mom sighed and just for a split second, I thought she was disappointed that I had wet their bed again. That is when I noticed that I was lying on some sort of pad and the memory of noticing the pad last night came back to me. I inspected the pad and noticed what Mom had noticed, I had peed so much that the pad was not able to contain it and the bedding around it ended up wet. At first I thought it was the same pad, but then I remembered waking up briefly naked on the toilet as Dad asked me to pee. And I know that I had peed on that before I was naked on the toilet. There was no way that Mom or Dad would put me back on the wet mat, so this must be another one I thought.
Mom then interrupted my thoughts. "Come on baby let's get you in the shower."
So as I got cleaned up for the day, Mom cleaned up her bed. I would later find out that was the fourth pad that Mom had used and every one of them were not able to fully contain my wetting accidents. Though the first three were not as bad as only a little wetness got on the bed and Mom had just used a towel. This last time though I really soaked it. Well I guess I managed to prove that the mats really were not the answer. By the way I found out that the mats were some new bedwetting product that GoodNites had just put out.
Tuesday was a repeat of Monday. I once again spent the day in my room, well that is until someone came to the door. I was just sitting on my bed bored to tears, when I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't able to tell who was at the door and my room faced the backyard so I was not able to see who it was. I tried to listen to see if I could recognize the voice but I couldn't hear who it was. I did hear mom and a couple minutes later, I did hear the sound of the front door closing. At that point I just went back to staring off into space.
I guess it was about 5 or 10 minutes after the person came to the door that I heard Mom calling my name. Not really sure if I was supposed to leave the room, I went to my door and hollered, "YES MOM!"
"Craig, you don't need to holler so loud! Now I want you to come out to the table." Mom commanded.
Just glad to get out of my room for a while I walked quickly to the dining room table but when I recognized what was on the table I considered turning around and heading right back to my room. On the table were all my school books. I also saw paper and a couple pencils and what looked like a typed list. It turned out the typed list was all my assignments.
"Well it was nice of Mark to bring you all of your school work that you need to do." Mom announced.
"Mom, are you saying it was Mark at the door?" I asked. As soon as I asked this I realized that it must be after school now.
"Yes it was him."
"Mom, why didn't you let me talk to him?" I asked while feeling like I might start crying at any moment.
"I am sorry Craig but Mark does not want talk to you. I guess he is still mad at you."
I sniffled as the tears started to slowly make their way down my cheeks. I was starting to wonder if my two friends would ever forgive me and something in me doubted that they ever would. Mom pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly, while allowing me to get all my tears out. When my tears finally came to an end, I let my mom go and sat down to begin my school work.
A lot of the work turned out to be pretty easy and when I came across things that I didn't understand, Mom would help me. I sat at the table doing my homework until dinner time and I wasn't even halfway through it yet. I guess that was because I had both Monday's and Tuesday's school work to do. After dinner I was told to once again work on my homework. I did this until Mom instructed that it was time for me to go to bed.
Before going to my room to put my pajamas on, I neatly stacked all my books and stuff. I then went to put on my PJ's and then I went to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and before I could even think about it, I peed like a big boy in the toilet. Of course I realized my mistake as soon as I had finished peeing. So in order to fix it, I snuck several handfuls of water from the bathroom sink. With myself hydrated I started to head back to my room when a thought occurred to me. Was I supposed to sleep in my bed or in Mom and Dad's bed? Not knowing the answer, I decided to go out to the living room where they were and ask.
As I walked into the living room Dad looked up at me. "Hey sport shouldn't you be in bed now?"
I walked over to my dad and hugged and kissed him goodnight and then did same with my mom. As I let go of my mother I asked, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Mom then looked at Dad before answering. "Baby, how about you try and sleep in your own bed tonight."
"But what if I have another nightmare?" I asked worriedly.
"Then you come and get in bed with us sport." Dad -offered.
Feeling a little sorry for myself I headed back to my room and crawled into my bed. It wasn't until I laid down that I realized, that most likely while I was doing my homework, Mom must have put one of those GoodNite pads on my bed as I could feel it underneath me.
Bored and not tired yet I laid in bed for almost two hours before I finally slipped into dreamland. I know I had dreams that night but for the life of me I can't remember a single one. I guess that was good considering according to what Mom told me the next day, I had the Nightmare about the Blue Eyeball Killer once again. Mom again tried to get me to tell her about the nightmare and once again I told her I didn't remember. I think Mom could tell that I wasn't being totally honest but she let it drop anyways.
I was surprised to find out that even though I started in my bed, that at some point during the night I had ended up in my parent's bed. I again wet both beds thoroughly. Even the Bed Mat was not able to contain my urine flow. I never did ask how I ended up in their bed.
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I spent most of the morning sitting at our dining room table finishing up the rest of my school work. Shortly after lunch I finally had it all done and after I put my books and stuff into my backpack I did as I was told and went back to the solitude of my room. I can't believe I even thought it, but after about fifteen minutes of staring at nothing, I was beginning to wish I had more homework.
So here I was lying on my bed and staring through my ceiling and into space when Mom entered my room. I hadn't noticed but when she cleared her throat, she startled me. At least this time it wasn't as bad of a scare. I just jumped a little is all and I was quickly over it. Not really knowing what she wanted I sat up and looked at her expectantly.
"Craig, I have to go out and run some errands." Mom informed me.
I found myself wondering if I would have to go with her or if she was going to trust me to watch myself. On a few occasions my parents have left me alone, though usually it is only for fifteen minutes or less. Like if they want to take a walk or need to run quickly down to the corner store. If they were going to be gone longer though, they had my babysitter come and stay with me.
"Can I go with you?" I asked.
"Not this time Craig." Mom replied.
"Can I please watch myself then?" I pleaded.
Personally I did not like my new babysitter as she was not very nice to me. My old babysitter use to play with me and keep me entertained. The new babysitter just watches TV and yells at me. She even spanked me on the butt one time for no reason. When I told my parents they believed her over me.
"I am sorry Craig but I am going to be gone for too long for you to stay by yourself."
I just groaned as I really didn't look forward to having to deal with my babysitter today. Then a thought occurred to me. My babysitter was a sophomore in High School.
"Who is going to watch me, isn't Tammy is still in school?" I asked in a whiny voice.
"I have talked to Mrs. Taylor and she has agreed to keep an eye on you while I am out."
"Is Mark's mom coming here then?" I asked. I then had another thought pop into my head. "Mom is she mad at me that I hit Mark?
Mom chose to answer my first question. "No, she has things she needs to do around the house, so she asked me to bring you there."
"But is she mad at me?" I begged for an answer.
"Craig, honestly I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised if she is a little upset about what happened, but I don't think she hates you." Mom tried her best to explain.
"Well I hope that she will forgive me and help get Mark to forgive me." I sighed.
Mom chose not to comment on what I said, but instead focused on getting what she needed to do, done. "Okay let's get going. And Craig, grab your backpack."
As we left the house, I had expected to go straight to Mark's house. Instead we pulled up in front of my elementary school.
"Craig, I am going into the office real quick to pick up your school work." With that said Mom got out of the car and went to get my homework.
She wasn't gone long. As she got back in the car, she handed me the list of stuff I had to do along with a couple work sheets. I took them and put them into my backpack with all of my books. We then made our way to Mark's house.
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By the time Mark got home from school, I had been sitting at the Taylor's kitchen table for over two hours. Mrs. Taylor was sitting with me and helping me with one of my assignments.
"Mom I'm home!" I heard Mark Holler out. "I didn't have to take Craig his homework today as his mom got it for him already." Mark told his mom as he made his way to the kitchen. "Boy I hope that jerk neve..." Mark stopped mid-sentence as he recognized me sitting at the table.
He just stood there with his mouth hanging open, staring at me. I couldn't help myself as I laughed and said, "Hey dork, you trying to catch flies with that trap of yours?"
It hadn't passed my attention that Mark had just called me a jerk. I knew after what I did to him that I had deserved it and much more. So I hoped that if I didn't make a big deal about it and joked with him that just maybe, he would then forgive me.
When I had first arrived at the Taylor's house, before I did anything else I threw my arms around Mrs. Taylor and begged forgiveness. I then let her go and wiped the tears from my eyes while apologizing for everything. Boy did I feel much better when she accepted my apology. I had then asked her about Mark and if he would ever forgive me. All she could tell me though was to give it some time as she was sure Mark would eventually forgive me.
So here I was trying to lighten the mood, hoping desperately that he would understand my attempt to mend our friendship. Unfortunately, my joke back-fired big time, as Mark's look of shock turned to one of disgust and anger. Without saying a word, Mark spun around on the spot and walked out of the kitchen.
I then looked pleadingly at Mark's mom. "Okay you have ten minutes and then I want you back here." She instructed.
I thanked Mrs. Taylor and took off after Mark. I caught up to him as he went into his room and shut the door in my face. I was about to come into the room when I stopped myself. The last thing I wanted to do was to make him madder. So I settled with just talking through the door, hoping that he would see I was truly sorry.
"Mark please, I am so sorry!" I apologized.
"I don't want to talk to you!" Mark stated adamantly.
"Mark please, if it will make you feel better, you can hit me." I offered.
"THE ONLY THING THAT WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER IS IF YOU WOULD GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!" Mark shouted through his door. He then broke down in tears as I could hear the loud sobs coming from the other side of the door.
"Mark I am so sorry, I..." But I couldn't get anything else out as I listened to Mark cry. I had realized that I had made him cry. My best friend, my sweet Mark, was bawling all because of me. And like that, I headed back to the kitchen as my own sobs overtook me.
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It was Thursday morning and the day I was supposed to return to school as my suspension was over with. Normally I rode the bus to school but today my parents took me to school. At first I wasn't sure why they were both coming as well. The answer though came to me as soon as we entered Mr. Bell's office. As we entered, once again I was greeted with the sight of Randy and Mark and their parents.
It was then that I realized that the meeting was not just for us boys but for our parents too. Though I was confused why Mark was present since he wasn't even in trouble. Of course that was answered as soon as I took a seat in the third chair. As I sat in that chair, I couldn't help remembering how wet I got it the last time I sat in it. In fact I was so nervous that Monday I had peed myself some more while sitting there. At least it had been cleaned since, so my pants would stay dry.
As I was saying I was thinking that for a split second but my attention turned back to the other two Amigo's and as I sat down I gave Randy and Mark a quick smile hoping that just maybe they were over their anger. They both returned my smile with looks of hatred. Just that alone made me feel even worse.
"Good morning boys. I am sure you are wondering why I have asked the three of you back in my office this morning. First off I want to say how proud I am that both you..." At this Mr. Bell nodded his head at me then turned his attention to Randy. "...boys have done a good job staying caught up on your homework." He paused to allow us a chance to speak but when neither of us did he continued. "As I had explained on Monday, I wanted the two of you back here to see if further punishment is called for." Again he stopped this time though I spoke up.
"Please Mr. Bell don't punish me anymore. I promise to god that I won't do it again." I sniffled.
"Well that is the thing Mr. Pederson. I will not be the person deciding that." Our Vice Principal stated.
Now I was confused and when I looked over at Randy, the hatred that had been on his face for me only moments before, was now also showing a look of confusion. Mr. Bell didn't make us wait long before explaining to us what he meant.
"You see boys I have punished you for what you done but I think that Mark and his parents should have some input with the punishment. So I am leaving your fates up to them." Mr. Bell had been looking at both Randy and I but now turned his attention to Mark. "Mark what do you think? Do you think your friends deserve a longer punishment or do you think they were properly punished already?" Mr. Bell asked.
Mark looked at the two of us then over to his parents, who just nodded their heads at him, he then returned his gaze back at Mr. Bell. The one thing that made me feel a little better was that Mark no longer had that look of hatred plastered on his face.
"I... I can't do it Mr. Bell." Mark announced.
"Well Mr. Taylor, Craig did give you a black eye. Do you think that three days of school suspension is enough for what he did to you?" Mr. Bell asked.
To me it almost seemed as if he was trying to convince Mark to say no and I was starting to fear that Mark would as I knew that he was still angry with me. I quickly glanced over at him hoping to see mercy in his eyes. What I did see was a blank face, one of no emotion and I didn't take that as a good sign.
"What about Randy, he did sock your friend so hard that it knocked him out. Do you think he deserves a longer punishment?" Mr. Bell asked.
I watched Mark once again look at his parents. "Mom... Dad... I don't know what to do!"
Mr. Bell decided to go on. "What is the problem Mark, I thought you weren't friends anymore? Shouldn't we punish them?" Mr. Bell egged on.
"I... a... I can't." At this Mark started to cry softly.
Mark then got out of his chair and buried his face into his mother's bosom. For the next few minutes no one said anything. Once Mark had stopped crying and settled down into his chair again, he gave both Randy and I a look and did I see sympathy in his eyes.
"So Mr. Taylor, how should I punish these two?" Mr. Bell asked Mark.
"Sir, you say it is my decision?" Mark asked quietly.
"Yes son, it is your decision but your parents must agree as well." Mr. Bell answered.
"Then I have decided." Mark said with a shaking voice.
Mr. Bell nodded, "Please tell us then." He asked calmly.
"I-I-I t-t-t-think t-t-t-they b-b-b-both g-g-g-got p-p-p-punished enough. I-I-I d-d-d-don't w-w-w-want th-th-th-them p–p-p-punished a-a-a-anym-m-m-more." Mark stuttered badly.
"But don't you hate them son? They hurt you and now because of it they destroyed your friendship, shouldn't they be punished for that?" Mr. Bell needled Mark.
Mark then gave Mr. Bell a fierce looking stare and answered very firmly and `very loudly'. "I DON'T HATE THEM! THEY ARE BOTH MY FRIENDS STILL! YES THEY'RE BOTH MORONS BUT THEY ALWAYS BEEN THAT! I DON'T WANT THEM PUNISHED ANYMORE!
After what Mark said everyone had to take a few moments to rub their ears that had suffered from Marks almost screaming voice. Once everyone seemed to have recovered from Mark's verbal assault, Mr. Bell looked over to Mark's Parents.
"So, do the two of you agree with your son's decision?" Mr. Bell asked them.
"Well I am still not happy about Craig hitting Mark?" Mr. Taylor answered. As for Mrs. Taylor, she just nodded in agreement with her husband.
Mark though was adamant that we had suffered enough already. "Mom... Dad... Please! I don't want to punish them anymore." Mark begged them. Mark then looked at Mr. Bell. "I don't want them punished, they're my friends!"
Mr. Bell then looked at me. "Surely you are still mad that Randy hit you? What do you think, should he be punished some more?" Mr. Bell asked me. Maybe if I had been a little older and smarter, I would have realized what he was up to, but at that moment I thought he just wanted to punish someone.
"No I don't want him punished! He and Mark are my friends and I would never want them punished over something that was my fault." I announced.
"What about you Mr. Smith?" Mr. Bell nodded towards Randy. "Do you think that Craig should be punished because he took advantage of the distraction you provided to hit Mark? How about punishing Mark for stopping you?"
Randy then looked at both Mark and I and I could see what I had saw in Mark's eyes only moments before. I saw sympathy and I just knew that he too didn't want anyone punished. "No I don't think anyone needs to be punished anymore, they are still my friends." Randy licked his dry lips as he told Mr. Bell his answer.
At this Mr. Bell leaned back in his chair and smiled at all of us. It turned out that he and our parents, worried about the strong friendship we three had being destroyed by this fight, had arranged this whole scene to get us to realize that we were still deep down friends. And I am so glad it worked.
It didn't take long for the three of us to notice that we all said that we were friends. We didn't even bother to ask if we could get up. We just got up and had a 3 person hug. We each apologized to each other and were even crying a little over our stupidity.
Once Mr. Bell noticed his little charade worked he again smiled. As soon as we were over the emotional reunion of our friendship he instructed us to head to our classroom. Before leaving he gave us each a pass to let our teacher know that we had been with him.
Before I left my father called me over to him. "Craig, I suggest you stop off at the bathroom first." My dad whispered in my ear. He then pointed down and as I followed his finger I noticed a small wet spot on the crotch of my pants. It was about the size of a quarter. I hadn't realized I was peeing and luckily I had just started and was able stop the little trickle that had been entering in my pants. I then thanked my dad and headed off to my classroom with a quick pit stop at the bathroom along the way.
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The rest of that day the three of us stayed close to each other. We ate together and played together at recess. It felt just like it used to. During morning recess, which was shortly after we returned the class, the three of us got together to talk. It was decided right away that we were not going to dwell on our fight. Instead we were just going to act as if nothing happened. I was so happy that they both forgave me.
Of course both Randy and Mark were interested in knowing how the plan for diapers was coming. I went ahead and told them how I have been wetting my parent's bed. I told them how the Screaming Meanie helped me wake up (I of course left out the nightmare) the first night and I ended up in my parent's bed. I then told them how Monday night they had let me just sleep with them for the whole night. I explained how they bought me the GoodNite Bed Mats and that I have been using them since. I explained how Tuesday, how I started in my bed and once again ended up in my parents bed with no memory of how I got there. Randy was the one who suggested that I was probably brought there by my parents. After discussing it further with my friends I had to agree that it was most likely the case.
As for last night, I told them that I was awakened by the Screaming Meanie and since my bed was soaked I got up and crawled into bed with Mom and Dad. Randy and Mark thought it was funny that I had forgotten to change out of my wet pajamas but in my tired mind I didn't think about it. Instead I just crawled into my parent's bed. It wasn't until Mom woke me up a few hours later that I realized I never changed out of them. It didn't really matter I told them as I had peed again and since neither Mom or Dad woke up when I got in bed with them, I didn't have one of those pads put under me. So Mom woke up in a puddle of my pee.
As I explained all of this to them they were in total agreement. We agreed that my parents had to be about fed up with having to deal with all the wet bedding and the loss of sleep. The diapers were close enough for me to grasp!
Unfortunately it would turn out not to be the case. Almost two weeks later of wetting both my bed and theirs, my parents had yet to get me diapers or even mention it. The three of us could not understand why my parent's hadn't suggested it.
My once sureness of being close to my goal was now quickly slipping away. It was now getting closer to the end of the school year and once again I found myself talking to my friends outside during our last recess of the day.
"I really don't know what else to do." I said while trying to fight back my tears. Don't ask me why I was getting all weepy over not getting my diaper because I can't answer that.
Mark, seeing how close I was to tears pulled me into his arms and hugged me. Boy have I said lately how much I loved Mark. I really do love him and I know it is more than a friend love. Sometimes I am afraid that Mark will realize this and not want to be my friend anymore, so I haven't told him about my mixed feelings. I was happy to see that the horrible black eye that I had gave Mark was finally starting to look a whole lot better. There was only a small yellow looking bruise under his eye. Maybe now I can stop crying every night as I go to bed and think about how I hurt Mark.
"Hey buddy don't worry, we will help you!" Mark stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah Craig, we will get you those diapers." Randy stated as he acted as if he was going to hit me but instead threw an arm around my shoulder.
"Guys, I have the best friends in the world." I smiled at the two of them. "So what do we do next?" I asked.
"Well I was thinking about that." And Mark proceeded to tell us his idea.
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